Close Calls In The U​.​S. Space Program

by Suns

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released 09 July 2010
Nick Enderle - guitars, mandolin, springs, vocals
Matt Lemke - rhodes, magnus, harmonium, synth, guitar, vocals
Kody Nixon - bass, banjo, vocals
Mikey Russell - guitars, vocals
Clinton Weber - drums, glockenspiel, vocals
Chris Pagnani - drums, clarinet, vocals

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tags: experimental indie rock suns Chicago

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Track Name: Little Horn
talk to me now son, with your shoulders bare.

you talk on and on and on and don't say much.

talk to me now son, with your hands in the air.

you talk on and on and on and don't say much.

you talk a good one but you never sound right on.

i dug your pit in the good old days.

and there you sank for years.

you filled your lungs with the dirt of the grave.

and died slowly, and now youll never worry, deep in the underground.

deep down, deep down, deep down.

and there youll sink for years.

and the sounds and the stories and your voice will never hit my ears ever again.

now youll never worry deep in the earth.
Track Name: You Are On
pack up the drums theres an elevator here
the pace were goin at is slow at best from all the beer
googie is saying theres a meat head saying things he shouldnt have said
he's the big one there with the curly head

you don't have a way out, the strings push and pull your open mouth
you are on

he's throwin drums now he's makin kody mad
he swung at me, nigels laughing in his face
and i don't hear much but the sound of steve slamming his head to the ground
and im kicking him in the face and neck

you don't have a way out, the strings push and pull your open mouth
theres temporary good in whats happened here today
the next time you mess with someone
you'll remember me
you are on
you are on
you are on
you are on
you are on.
Track Name: Small Parts Of Something Much Larger
Me and lemke party hard
Fire breathing out in the yard
I remember comin home
In the shoes I had blown out both the soles

And I told them every word
Of the secret that I learned

That I am a small part of something much larger than this
And all of these parts fit together to form something that we've missed

its hard to find the time to truly wonder
How far the molecules inside our bodies ride
And how the things that put us all together
Are made of nothing more than old light

Like free cigarettes, and ridin down milwaukee at 3am
whiskey and fireworks in the summertime
There's more to being strange, than acting like every one of us is the same
Ill feel better tomorrow in the afternoon
Like the first time I woke up

Fairwell now its time to go
There's better pictures in the memories of home
Like Slade on a sunny afternoon
Its been too long now I can't remember how to get to you
Late after dark
Out in the woods
Where we remember
Only the good
Track Name: Bright Lights
up in the bright lights

how did we get here

after all theres been more times than many

the bright lights gave us hell

howl and the many

scramble into place

its time to play the songs that keep us heavy

and the bright lights glow away

red temperatures. the cameras on

and life comes hard until the lights go out

bright under lights and where we look

we see whats left of where we have come from

and i will remember the sights of my aging face.

out where we can barely see

out in the deep theres more of me

and more parts of you, floating in lights.

deep, out in the darkest deep.

somewhere out there theres more of me

and more parts of you, floating in it.

red temperatures. the cameras on.

and life comes hard until the lights go out.

bright under lights and where we look

we see whats left of where we have come from

bright bright burning lights, and as of now

were all waiting till the lights go out.