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From the Ground

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1.
Too Much 02:07
Don’t laugh, don’t cry – You’re right, I can’t Take what I dish. Any thought, any sound Is too much right now.
2.
Done 03:07
Are you, are you seriously Telling me what you’re telling me? That’s not how this works – No, it’s not how anything works. Maybe if you’d stop complaining, You might hear what I’ve been – Telephone rings all damn day. I already know what you’re gonna say. You’ll put on a show, You’ll tell me I can’t go. Well get this through your tiny noggin: You will never see me again, You will never see me. And I’m so done blaming myself, And you are nothing but a cautionary tale.
3.
Look 05:35
Around, look around. Around, look around. Oh, my brain’s in little pieces. Oh, my mind is all around. Around, look around. Around, look around. Oh, I’m clawing from the inside. Oh, the inside of my skin. The lights go out, the lights go out, another day, another doubt is swimming through the musty air; if nothing’s here it must be there, waiting restless in its womb, but nowhere this side of the moon. Institution, institution, deadliest of all pollution, poisonous and pessimistic – are fighters brave or just sadistic? And all the generals, kings and queens, they’re waiting just to hear you scream. Oh, on the mountain. Oh, turn around and look up the mountain from the ground. Look around from the ground.
4.
Three Leaves 02:15
I was already sentimental long before it was even over. I just wanted to curl up inside each night. Someday we’ll do grown-up things And laugh about how young we used to be. It all feels like such a distant dream – Like every memory is now a vague feeling. And I don’t miss it much – I can hardly write about it. No, I can’t do it any justice at all – All my characters are turning into fools.
5.
Happy 03:44
Things were going pretty fine And then I started to think about thinking. I got so far into my head, I could barely hear my screams. I’ve been stewing quite the stew And it’s just sitting here stinking. People say a lot of shit that they don’t even really mean. And I’m a little ashamed, But I have to admit that it makes me want to hate them. But at least they’re happy. I don’t wanna count the times I’ve thought I’d rather be dreaming. I can’t say what about, though I’d hate to be abrupt. Let’s just say the shows they play Are the ones I wouldn’t be screening. Am I turning into a cynic or is this just growing up? And I’m a little ashamed, But I have to admit that it makes me want to hate myself. But at least I’m happy.
6.
Maria 04:41
Maria, you never said why you left me, and that’s why I keep writing every day and I’m crying. The TV has been on almost two weeks, and my arms, they’re just too weak to lift this burden off my head. Maria, if you were real I could call you, take some time to enthrall you. Then I could just hold you and never have to dream again. If I sleep, then I am with you and can’t weep, and I am strong enough to speak and lift this burden off my head.
7.
Lapse 05:07
One straight, continuous lapse – no memory of the exit ramp, no signs for an interchange. A hundred maps and not a single light to read them by. I left a bag of days leaking on the counter. Inch by inch a teardrop crawls but never leaves the eye and never dies. A tiny, steady waste of gas. No one wants it, it’s broken. The lotion stinks, the dark is blaring, the fitted sheet prevails again. There isn’t time to fix much but it sure does go by slowly. And the last thing that she said before falling asleep is in neat little piles on the ceiling. And I left a mosquito dead on the wall. Yesterday swallowed up my head, ripped my favorite jeans, and still won’t let me leave the bed. A shower wouldn’t clean a thing.

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Songs by Peter Oundjian
Produced by Peter Oundjian and Jack Mullin
Recorded by Jules Alexander Koslow
Mixed by Jack Mullin
Mastered by Noah Ross
Art by Elijah McCormack

Peter Oundjian: vocals, rhythm guitar, lead guitar
Jack Mullin: auxiliary guitars, lead guitar, slide guitar, bass
Jake Ratkevich: drums

Piano in "Three Leaves" by Danny Pravder

Special thanks to:
Kathy Koslow and Peter Vandell
Peter, Nadine and Lara Oundjian

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released April 1, 2016

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Alternative Grungy Folky Singer-Songwriter from Toronto, ON.

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