Soft Cough

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about

We recorded most of this album in the living room of Mute City in Geneseo, NY. Other parts were recorded in bedrooms and basements of various houses in New York state. We started recording in October 2014.

TAPES ARE COMING SOON!!!

SOFT COUGH is:

Nick Koithan - shredz
Dan Pugh - noodz
Ben Freiman - beatz
Tom Kohn - slapz

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released July 2, 2015

recorded by Soft Cough
mixed and engineered by Ben Freiman
mastered by Tom Flynn
The photo of us on the album cover is by Britina Cheng

Special thanks to (in no particular order):

Dan Lynch, Big Fred, Comfy, the lovely folks from Syracuse, Whitney Smith, Eli Ben-Yaacov, Skirts, Slackjaw, Calvin for his cymbals, Artie for his mics, Rob for his drums, Red Kettle, Mike P. for his drums, Reb Hirsch, seltzer, lavender, Adam Greenberg, our parents, Shadow, Hugh Pugh, and our incessantly supportive and patient friends from Geneseo and beyond. We <3 you all, especially the people we forgot to thank.

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Soft Cough Geneseo, New York

Soft Cough is based out of Geneseo, NY, a small college town outside of Rochester. We're extremely fortunate to be part of a prolific community of artists, musicians, and activists who all have a collective goal of propagating a creative community-based scene within our small town. We would not have been able to do this without the unconditional support of our friends and fans.

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Track Name: Mouthbreather
Mouthbreather don't drive me sane
I’ll jump stark naked from a plane
Just to prove to you I didn’t need a parachute

Mouthbreather don't make me laugh
I’ll take my toaster for a bath
Just to prove to you that I could cook while I bathe

if i could have a word i think it'd be the first
time you ever witnessed something like this
something someone wants to say
something painful, something i wanna say
halitosis coming from your mouth again
along with lies i thought that we were better friends
Track Name: Tray Tables Up (Mother's Day)
i'm just waiting for my Rube Goldberg death scene
catch me off guard, and you'll get the best of me
chain reactions, unhappy accidents
apologize, but will it bring me back again?

icy breezes little harbingers of doom
so many objects could impale me, some are sitting in this room
my bones could erode as the current carries me
til i'm just sediment suspended in the Genesee

and if my deaths pathetic
and i choke on snacks
don't stop at sacrificial rituals to bring me back
if its eerie and suspicious, i'm OK with that

i've been parading around in my humanity
watch me dodge these fatalities and make somebody mad at me
cheating death as if life had rules
wish i could sleep in your basement but you've got
dangerous gardening tools

(i) feel prophetic
deja vu
this thing that's happening to me
i think it happened once to you
i need construction equipment
if it needs someone to plummet through
Track Name: Hosono
sorry
Hosono
you see it really makes me think
i would have done the same thing

and oh my gosh
you don't know
but you seem pretty cool
i'd be fine in a shipwreck sitting next to you

/////////////////

ceaseless flares
were shooting through the air
what did you expect?
and what would any reasonable man do next?
i'd jump the deck and switch the subject up

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Marni,
i'm an idiot
because i broke your bong/vase
but i still plan on fixing it

and the government
they've got my naked pics
that makes me upset
cause i'd be dead if they viewed my body as a threat

i can help you
find your way home
when you get home
i can hold you
i can hold you
i can hold u
like a sweater or like a good high
this is goodbye
i never met you
if i offend you
i never meant to
you got a raw deal
you were rejected
a similar homecoming's what i expect(ed)
Track Name: Spooky Sounds At The Wadsworth Homestead
Jon's a senator
Sense of humor that never breaks or bends
I'm just tryna draw
Silver linings of bugs that bit my friends

Then I met the man
Sitting poolside talking to his son
His face was melting off
Such a pity lost on everyone

Just because it's warm I can't control for the rolling clouds produce the storms

But we can lay outside and dramatize all the pranks we pulled when we were young

When I'm up here, I feel like nothing
I think this winter might be the death of me, so to speak
To survive the week, would feel so surreal
But i couldnt speak, 'cus I was zoned out

Matt's a champion
64 bit koopa shells to break
When it was said and done
I nearly broke down and cried staring at that cake

If your legs are tired or paralyzed by the reasons you convinced yourself

You can save your prayers and we can stare at the ceiling till we laugh it off

When I'm up here, I feel like nothing
Think this winter might be the death of me, so to speak
To survive the week, would feel so surreal
But i couldnt speak, 'cus I am drowning
Track Name: Sea Dogs & Pyrite
what to say, i'm just glad i stayed home
cause a day off's the way off this titanic mind
coffee grounds look something like burial mounds
they are heavy, black, steaming, and elephantine

but i'm weightless, pale, clammy, and impish today
i will float with the ghosts and scare people away,
with *unspeakable boilings and tearings apart*
i've drowned in mathematics now sleeping alone isn't art

friends float down rivers while laughing at government schemes
other friends' livers remember the days they were clean
things we put in our bodies, just where do they go?
you think you're such an expert then you oughta know

we are seadogs with pyrite to fill up those cracks in between
igniting the crevices reading some Life magazines:
from the fifties, or the sixties
all the junk i've consumed it resides in a jar
an archive of my mistakes ever preserved in the stars

fie could live one day over i've got one in mind
woulda done it correctly if i woke up on time
live one day over, i've got one in mind
would have done it correctly if i woke up on time

what to do? i'm just troubled by you
and the way you behave it's incredibly hard to explain
while/well i'm ill, i'm just bothered and thrilled
that someone would put up for so long
now i guess it's so long again

<><><><><>

there are things that we put in our bodies
we know what we're doing and we aren't sorry
honestly i don't know how to react
you think hurting yourself doesn't
hurt anybody else

there are things that we do that we don't even realize
sometimes
there are people we hurt, yet they stay at our sides
but only sometimes
there are signs that some people don't want me around
anymore
there are oceans of strangers and i think its time that i
went and drowned

if i could live one day over i've got one in mind
would have done it correctly if i woke up on time
live one day over i've got one in mind
woulda done it correctly if i woke up on time
live one day over got one in mind
woulda done it correct if i
your hand's flat your hand's freezing said the man in the mirror
count on the girl of your dreams til they shear her


(legs off) (yeah legs off)
Track Name: Jackson Pollock
Jackson Pollock
You're an alcoholic
And I think it's lame that you beat you beat your wife

Jackson Pollock
You were in a car crash
Man, those trees'll come and they'll take your life


I'll take you to the Rouen Cathedral,
But let me tell you this:
I've been there once before
And it seems like Claude Monet
Was full of shit
I've got the wrong impression
Nothing much to mourn
Come now it's the time of the Cezanne
I'd love to distort your form

I don't see what's special
About a luncheon on the grass
Sandwiches and Manets
We'd discuss the decadence
Of this and that

Matisse's livlihood; he kissed your purple hair
Ma jolie, you can be my Olympia, if you want so you can


Call me a Faux-vist
Call me what you want
As long as you don't see me
Or treat me as a dilletante
I feel beheaded

Its like I can't reach out to you
And like Rodin's Walking Man
It seems like I too will be walking soon

We can visit the Demoiselles
But I should warn you first
I've traveled long and far, but I've never seen girls like that in this universe

You think they're beautiful
I beg to disagree
Is there something more to this artwork
Something I can't see

~gtr solo~

Mrs De Kooning, I'm just assuming you werent thrilled by the way he drew you
Your feet were webbed, your hair unmade
And your eyes were the size of hand grenades
But oh, in the end what difference does it make?
After all its just farce for art's sake

If you had seen what I had made
When I was just a lad of the 2nd grade
You'd drop your jaw in awe
With markers on napkins I would draw
And you think this talent can't be taught
Well you'll be the first to know it looked a hell lot like George Seraut

Starry nights are cool and all
But think of all the musings of a bathroom stall
Porcelain fountain's fine,
But did it take stock in Baudelaire's mind?
All of the fleur du mal,
They're plucked before they bloom.
It's ennui, Van Gogh to Kandinsky, ma cherie, so you can...
Track Name: Car Song
you were a map of the entire country but
now you're a traffic sign, with just one word
you were the sunshine inside of my eyes
when i was trying to merge

so thanks for construction on my way to work
you're just doing your job and i think you're the worst
when i am exhausted, and thinking of nothing
can still taste the toothpaste on dry english muffins

it's hard to coexist
when you keep driving like this

(yeah. yuh. uhhhhhh, yeah!
well okay, yeah i'll see you soon. alright love you)

blinding refractions resulting in fragments of glass
if life is a highway, you're a minivan riding my ass

*my touch is jeweled [and] my smile[s] a motorcar*
drive through the tollbooth, wondering if i was overcharged
delivered my car to the watery deep
with you on my mind, and pizzas in the passenger seat

well it's hard to coexist
when you keep driving like this
and im further off course with each exit i miss
well its hard
to co
exist

(aughh, omg omg)
Track Name: Croak!
where to begin? i was dissected for your sins
no lily pads in bio labs to my chagrin
your scalpels edge and my spine
(oh) they intertwined and it looked
something like a cross but i don't mind

but these dead eyes don't look for flies
ceiling tiles obscure my skies
and no one cares when critters die

now to resume, how did i end up in this room?
this sterile slab is colder than my old lagoon
secreting glands and greasy middle-schooler hands
we all had plans, we all got swamped, i understand

but this dead skin won't hold me in
teenage tadpoles love to sin
sacrificed and they're just begging to begin

xXxXx - xXxXx - xXxXx - xXxXx - xXxXx

so crocodiles, i'll see you in a while
amphibious apostles, young reptilian disciples
turn the other cheek and i'll just lay here with a smile
in 3 days' time ill teach you how to croak
Track Name: Like A Gun
you
went off like a gun
yeah, you
burn out like the evening sun

with your red dress on as you started to yawn
not a single hesitation doing nothing wrong
spent all night searching through the paraphernalia
looked in your eyes and said "would it kill ya, now?"

you
came from outer space
yeah, you
shoulda seen the look on your face (on your face)

because it looked so pained as it started to rain
as if your life was set for flight and you just crashed that plane
spent all year watching you hallucinate
you know i swear i would have helped if i could just relate

..............

with your red dress on as you started to yawn
not a single hesitation doing nothing wrong
spent all night searching through the paraphernalia
looked in your eyes, i saw crocodilia now

and ya looked so pained as it started to rain
as if your life was set for flight and you just crashed that plane
spent all year watching you hallucinate
you know i swear i would have helped if i could just relate
(oh no)
Track Name: Joey Ramone
You look like Joey Ramone

Not that there’s anything wrong

Looking a little bit like Joey Ramone