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released April 5, 2013
i still have dreams, was written by polaroids in the summer of 2012, and was recorded in the fall of 2012 and winter of 2013 by patrick linehan.
thomas fett – guitars, vocals, melodica
paul regensburg – guitars
michael quiray – bass, vocals
christopher postlewaite – drums, vocals, guitars
sean farrelly – auxiliary percussion
patrick linehan – piano
additional vocals performed by:
matthew brucato on "soul mates" and "fort knight"
thomas werring on "blue period"
thomas joseph stevenson on "fort knight"
upright bass performed by michael ladouceur on "rain castle" and "somnia"
engineered, mixed, and mastered on the patio by patrick linehan
produced by patrick linehan, matthew brucato, and polaroids
all music and lyrics written/stolen by polaroids
all stringed arranged by patrick linehan
i still have dreams, and you're still in them, and i still wake up, to turn to see you lying next to me, but never have such luck. fuck.
Track Name: red herring
i'm letting my lungs fill up again with balls of hope and strands of cotton, that cut the oxygen to my head and lead me in a daze down another dead end. and i never thought i was scared of the dark, until the lamps that lit my way turned out to be another farce. // so take me out of my best suit, and let me untie your sunday shoes, because i need someone new to come undress my wounds. // cocoons that have lain dormant for months now rise from the refuse that rots in my gut, send me soaring through the sky while they kick up dust, like a golden kite whose string's been cut. and i never thought i was scared of heights, but if i fall from here i don't think that i'll make it out alive. // for what it's worth, she said with a smirk, there's worse things in the world than falling for a girl.
Track Name: soul mates
i can't keep hands from shaking, can't keep my heart from racing. i'm at a standstill where the plans we sketched out keep erasing. i'm not the hero i made myself out to be. my initials shouldn't be the ones carved in your cheek. // i don't want to be the one who breaks your fragile beams, who sends your soaring dreams crashing down on to their knees. i never want to be the king who beheads his queen, the man who slumps and slinks and searches for your hand while he sinks. // atlas gave me the world once before. he saw my wide eyes aching, praying for a chance to prove her wrong. he pat me on the back, wished me the best, then watched me as i crumbled to the ground like all the rest. // i don't want to be the one who breaks your fragile beams, who sends your soaring dreams crashing down on to their knees. i never want to be the king who beheads his queen, the man who slumps and slinks and searches for your hand while he sinks. when will i believe we were meant to meet? because every night i flee into your nightmares while you sleep. it seems so simple when it's written on a sheet, but all i do is worry, worry, worry while you weep. // i'm standing on the brink between our collective destinies. i'm staring blankly at all our siamese dreams but something's wrong; something you don't seem to see. your eyes are rosy, your tongue well-read, but i'm not convinced we should be more than friends. the archer failed his mission, though his aim was true. his arrow scraped straight through my heart and lodged itself in you.
Track Name: kickflip mctwist
this can't be all. "…but now i'm only falling apart." as you wrap that thirteenth loop around my lungs, i wonder, what has my life become? why didn't i escape while i was young? // can i still trade in these arms for a pair of wings that won't wear off? i've set coordinates for the fibbing north before i become just a pillar of salt. // if only we weren't human, this wouldn't be our fault. // this can't be all. were we in coffins from the start? left six feet under, laying in slumber, with half a golden heart? is life just a list of bad dreams from which i'll never wake up?
Track Name: immigrant song pt. II
lonely morning i wake up, troubled by the dreams i call my own. so it goes. stubborn and alone, no solitude to be found inside the rooms of this house. // i’m so quick to cut out the insides. i’m so quick to jump the gun. i do this to myself; repeat and rebuild.
Track Name: blue period
lightning never strikes twice, let alone once, and the passing cars they alwaysalwaysalways miss. // climbing up a mountain's frost just to stare down from the top, sit and wonder how well the treetops will cushion my fall. // paint me a picture i've yet to see where we aren't so blue beneath these sweat-soaked sheets. eventually i'll need to peek my head out and breathe, but for now i'll sigh a silent reprieve and settle for sleep.
Track Name: stubborn
when did you start to sing such a different tune? it's like you knew that all we had was just too good to be true. and as your winter weight started to grow thin, you abandoned ship and left your loyal crew to fucking sink. // just because you can think for yourself doesn't mean you should never think of anybody else. we kissed in gethsemane, before you put your knife in me, now that all you see's in shades of envy and greed. // i can see straight through your facade. you're like an open book where i've dog-eared the best parts. now we've become nothing more than old friends with glory days i can't forget, but you brush off with nothing but regret. // i used to think that dreams didn't come true, until i realized that they do. just not for me, and never for you. until our nightmares finally split us in two. // let it be known, i hope you die old, after living a long and loveless life alone. you're all skin and bones, aches and moans. the king of no one and nothing atop your faltering throne.
Track Name: rain castle
going down like the sinking of a ship, we destroy all we build. but the focus shifts again to a new where and when, a new day, forget everything that has ever happened. // we’re like brittle bones broken through skin. worn fragile and thin as we wait for our ribs to cave in. // a repetition of older ways, we recycled all we thought through our hollow, plastic hearts, and as the ground slips out from underneath us, we hearken back to the days that we never spent.
Track Name: fortune teller
i've heard tell, this isn't the way that things were supposed to work out. and i've asked why you search for the truth when you're packed full of lies. don't you dare say that i'm the one to fucking blame, because i'm not moving on until you realize you're the one who's wrong. // someday, i hope it's true and you miss me half as much as i miss you. someday, i hope it's true and you miss me half as much as i miss you. one day, maybe you'll see that you should have stuck with me, that i'm worth far more than just a bitter memory.
Track Name: rearview
let us agree to disagree, with no real connection what keeps holding us back when this play's already been cast? what keeps dragging us off track? i’ve seen you change over the years, and these days i’m at a loss for words watching you step off the asphalt. // only a year has passed, but i haven’t been here for quite some time. can you count the stitches that hold me together, with every kiss from your nicotine lips? // chasingchasingchasing the green line home, i’m a little cut up about what’s going on. // i will speak the truth for fear that if i don’t project, i may never take this weight off my chest. yesterday doesn’t matter. i’ll never do it again.