This record, particularly My Life is an Endless Outro, is sure to resonate. Replete with gentle sounds and soothing guitar, it can be sure to relieve and reprieve.
Favorite track: My life is an endless outro.
Some songs about Chicago, Netflix, fires, car wrecks, etc.
EP preceding the release of "After Talons'" (EP#2/4)
Written/Recorded at home in Chicago, IL and Novelty, OH 2013-2015 by M Talon.
Quin Kirchner plays drums on #1 (recorded by Erik Hall)
Keith Freund plays bass clarinet on #1 & #6
"Richmond" contains lyrics from the song "Guest Room" by The National
released January 3, 2016
My life is an endless outro:
He blew a tire on 65 North.
Hit a retread in the road- was he looking at the wind farm or down at his phone?
Went across the median, towards the truck that I just passed.
I was on the phone with you, complaining about my job.
Will my last words really be so trivial?
Alone in a rented Scion cube, I'll slide off into nothing.
Milwaukee tonight smells like the mall in middle school.
(Not that I care)
(Not that anyone cares)
(Not that anybody cares)
When you're gone, I don't know what to do with myself
so I eat trash and drink a ton- I don't know, probably end up sleeping on the couch.
After scrolling through Netflix for half an hour, I finally admit to myself that there's nothing I'm gonna watch.
It's funny how life can be so rad sometimes and then its not.
But for now, I'm just wandering around, wondering if it's too early to drink.
Past the Bucktown Greystones -the type of places we'll never own-
Kinda makes me sad, but I don't know.
I guess I'm somewhere between relief and despair.
But the more I think about it, the less I care.
All that hasn't burned is drowned:
The house across the street from us is burning down.
I woke up to the heat on my face (I guess the wind must have been blowing the other way).
Now the water's flowing in through the roof.
All over the couch and the new TV.
And the light from the flames is flashing on you while you sleep.
And there is calm at the end of all things.
I got off work at 10, drove 9 hours to Richmond.
I knew I wanted you then - I still don't know if you were sure yet.
Listening to Boxer back to back to back to back
"In the guestroom..." Oh "In the guestroom, where we throw money at each other and cry."
As the sun rises somewhere in western Virginia, you're the only thing that's in my head.
And I won't lose you again. I won't lose you again.
Is growing up just getting better at letting yourself off the hook?
At learning not to look?
(or to look away from the things you could change but don't)