<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401766570074667483</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:25:11.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wavelets</title><subtitle type='html'>We're called Wavelets. We're learning as we go along.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2401766570074667483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wavelets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02264154067298362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401766570074667483.post-7175773342186171029</id><published>2020-01-26T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:37:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downloadography</title><content type='html'>Here's everything we have recorded to date. Please download and share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Followed By Actions. Recorded by John Henderson from &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/atourage"&gt;At Our Age&lt;/a&gt; in the Wizard's Lair. He made us sound better than we actually are. Thanks to Matt Hodge, Diego, Jerry Jenkins, Jamie, Brent, Orlando, and Darell. Artwork by Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Luke Moses Loves Stale Food&lt;br /&gt;2)Jamie Garvey Hates Everyone&lt;br /&gt;3)Diego Perez Thrives on Grindness&lt;br /&gt;4)Kelly Hewitt Loves Waterworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?z5eyzyy0zyx"&gt;Friends Followed By Actions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our side of the split with Senders. Recorded by Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Let Off Some Steam&lt;br /&gt;2)Gnarly Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nnbyitzmyzy"&gt;Senders Split&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Demo/Curse Words. Four songs that sound infinitely better than the first demo. Recorded slowly over a couple weeks in the fall of '09, again by Jason. Two more refined versions of old songs, and two new songs. 2 more songs were recorded, but one of them didn't turn out great, and the other one got scrapped altogether. This will be out on a self released cassette soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;1)Food Fights With Our Mouths Open&lt;br /&gt;2)Ducklings&lt;br /&gt;3)It's Like a Supermarket Under Here&lt;br /&gt;4)I Thought You Said King Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mndulm4ymwz"&gt;Curse Words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Acts of Grindness. Recorded at the same time as Curse Words. The song is good, but we could never get it to sound exactly how we wanted it to recorded, so we left it off the 'official' release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?cizuztz2mdz"&gt;Random Acts of Grindness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First demo/Cuss Words. Recorded after being a band for 3 days or so in July. Super rough sounding, and we didn't know when to stop playing parts, since we barely knew how to play the songs. These songs were eventually put out on a split tape with La Cara Oculta. Recorded/mixed by Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;1) This Morning I Put Orange Juice in My Cereal&lt;br /&gt;2) It's Like a Supermarket Under Here&lt;br /&gt;3) I Thought You Said King Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dw3znmwdhtm"&gt;Cuss Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2401766570074667483-7175773342186171029?l=waveletsfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/feeds/7175773342186171029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/2010/01/downloadography.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2401766570074667483/posts/default/7175773342186171029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2401766570074667483/posts/default/7175773342186171029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/2010/01/downloadography.html' title='Downloadography'/><author><name>wavelets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02264154067298362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401766570074667483.post-2706385201143768624</id><published>2010-09-06T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:52:27.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--- blog subject --&gt;Been meaning to post these forever. Thanks to everyone who sings along at shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuss Words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Morning I Put Orange Juice in My Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built you a skyline&lt;br /&gt;out of bricks and paper planes&lt;br /&gt;but you've got a way with worth&lt;br /&gt;and I've got an ocean to give&lt;br /&gt;I built you a shoreline&lt;br /&gt;out of wood and plastic sand.&lt;br /&gt;but it washed away&lt;br /&gt;with all the sounds you made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curse Words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Fights With Our Mouths Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you, I see you naked.&lt;br /&gt;But I've never seen you naked,&lt;br /&gt;So whats the point of even thinking about you?&lt;br /&gt;You taught me how to use my feet.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ducklings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be around with the thick skin that I have now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed. Its not who you are, its what you listen to.&lt;br /&gt;This is now a problem. This is not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It's Like a Supermarket Under Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unconscious, for just a second.&lt;br /&gt;But in that instant, I watched your clothes come off.&lt;br /&gt;But you were wasted, and I was content.&lt;br /&gt;As I was drifting in and out of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I was born at the base of your neck.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I Thought You Said King Arthur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I "liked" it?&lt;br /&gt;I was born with it.&lt;br /&gt;Who said I liked you?&lt;br /&gt;I've been swimming in circles.&lt;br /&gt;This town is an ocean of opinions.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Random Acts of Grindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around&lt;br /&gt;I know transgression&lt;br /&gt;but I'm always wrong I wouldn't put it past me&lt;br /&gt;I made a face and it stuck that way&lt;br /&gt;now you can find my eyes cause they're always on you&lt;br /&gt;I just can't handle more whiskey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Split w/ Senders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Off Some Steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretch my lungs out&lt;br /&gt;to make room for your hands&lt;br /&gt;and you're picking bits of me from between your teeth&lt;br /&gt;and I'm learning to live with it&lt;br /&gt;This coast is filled with ghosts and I'd like to stay&lt;br /&gt;at least awake.&lt;br /&gt;I fit right in. I'd like to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry that you're so torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;But I've been thinking about you alone.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Gnarly Davidson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep my composure,&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting teeth on my hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;But my bones are old and my stomach burns.&lt;br /&gt;So I use my tongue to build monuments.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get content. I'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's not the first time I've thought about leaving.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't pull my weight I'll never get the fuck out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to handle my whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;I keep letting science get the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;I keep letting science in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends Followed By Actions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Moses Loves Stale Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light bent, refracted on the concrete&lt;br /&gt;I saw illustrations of leg bones as palm trees&lt;br /&gt;when the moss moved, it made maps&lt;br /&gt;before I got back.&lt;br /&gt;you've been singing in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;why won't you sing for me?&lt;br /&gt;its times like these&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see&lt;br /&gt;Through your long sleeve&lt;br /&gt;black and white smiths tee.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Garvey Hates Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My limbs are growing lips&lt;br /&gt;and my ribs will learn to swim&lt;br /&gt;and my knees will catch up with me&lt;br /&gt;I can't relive an instant.&lt;br /&gt;with my voice on your breathe&lt;br /&gt;you sound a little bit like death&lt;br /&gt;it echoes this closure&lt;br /&gt;I can taste your posture&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Diego Perez Thives on Grindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spitting color in the pavement&lt;br /&gt;and its growing palettes of pastels&lt;br /&gt;I slept for days, throwing up ways&lt;br /&gt;to carve a compass out of accountability.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't handle more whiskey&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Hewitt Loves Waterworld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cracks in the sidewalk are glowing dim&lt;br /&gt;and this liquid courage is running thin.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so small&lt;br /&gt;under the weight of the fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sorry I wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;You weren't ready&lt;br /&gt;my hands are heavy&lt;br /&gt;and my legs are lead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2401766570074667483-2706385201143768624?l=waveletsfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/feeds/2706385201143768624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/2010/09/lyrics-been-meaning-to-post-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2401766570074667483/posts/default/2706385201143768624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2401766570074667483/posts/default/2706385201143768624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/2010/09/lyrics-been-meaning-to-post-these.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>wavelets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02264154067298362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401766570074667483.post-6143753849872017860</id><published>2010-03-26T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:27:11.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Recorded for us by good dude Jeremy Silveira at Wayward Council on 2.5.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9317184&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF" height="281" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9317184&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9317184&amp;amp;server=www.vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00ADEF&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="281" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more stuff from him here &lt;a href="http://jsgainesville.tumblr.com/"&gt;Summer in October&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was filmed by Lee's mum mum at our first show at the Kickstand (RIP). RIYL bands that play parts for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="224" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1138910108403&amp;subj=2063735"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1138910108403&amp;subj=2063735" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="224" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2401766570074667483-6143753849872017860?l=waveletsfl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/feeds/6143753849872017860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/2010/03/movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2401766570074667483/posts/default/6143753849872017860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2401766570074667483/posts/default/6143753849872017860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waveletsfl.blogspot.com/2010/03/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>wavelets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02264154067298362687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
