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A Foreword - by the old man who lives down the street:

enter the worm tunnels beneath the terrain,
blessed by the rainwater and the little stones that stick to the bottom of your seventy dollar pair of shoes, you cheap bastard...
it's time to embrace the waves on a sunset beach,
so wake up and grab your sandals it's time to go.
the swamp is calling

I. Global Conveyor: hallways of light submerged beneath the waves lie wait in the seas of heaven, leading us up to the surface of the world

II. Thoughts on the Equator: thunder rolls over the texas plains, leaving the ground muddy /// the children cling to the mud for it makes everything else a little clearer

III. Too Upset: a ballad of theatrics and the sharp tang of philosophy vie for the top spot in our television show /// will drama prevail?

IV. TV Show: trapped in this 2D plane, can we ever hope to find the sitcom within?

V. Misfortune Fingers: a flowing journey through time signatures and holes in the ground filled with the remains of nights lost

VI. Dollhouse: a love song hidden behind turns of phrase /// yet we are all dancing for her attention

VII. Hymno: the dark playground where we remain audibly free forever to frolic until the end of days

VIII. Abraxas: the storm passes, all that is left is the rain, casting shadows over the woods // one last respite

IX. Spanish Influenza: the great hulking beasts burst into the house at night to terrorize our collective ear // a plea for tranquility

X. i. Old Man Syndrome: the black hole devours the memories and spews them out into the cosmos for those who wish to hear, awash in celestial noise: they are only to be heard in dreams

ii. Great Bay: ascending, always

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released May 8, 2015

Petting Zoo is Christian Hegland, Joey Distasio, Zach Ballard, and Tim Zoidis

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"Good Evening"

Global Conveyor (Distasio)
Thoughts on the Equator (Hegland)
Too Upset (Hegland)
TV Show (Hegland)
Misfortune Fingers (Hegland)
Dollhouse (Hegland / Ballard)
Hymno (Distasio / Ballard)
Abraxas (Distasio)
Spanish Influenza (Hegland / Distasio)
Old Man Syndrome (Distasio)

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Recorded and Mixed by Andrew Oedel (andrewoedel.com)

Produced by Petting Zoo and Andrew Oedel

Mastered by Warren Amerman at Rotary Records

Album Artwork by Phu Minh Kien

Synthesizer and Keyboard Programming by Joey Distasio

Sampling by Joey Distasio and Christian Hegland

Lyrics by Christian Hegland and Zach Ballard

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Christian Hegland: Guitar (1-10), Vocals (2-10)

Joey Distasio: Drums and Percussion (1-10), Guitar (8, 10), Sky Piano (1, 5, 6, 8, 10), Organ (3, 6), Bass (8)

Zach Ballard: Piano (4-6, 8-10), Synthesizer (6), Organ (5, 10), Wurlitzer (4), Guitar (2, 7, 10), Vocals (2-5, 7, 9-10)

Tim Zoidis: Bass (1-10)

Andrew Oedel: Guitar (5), Synthesizer (5), Percussion (4)

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Special Thanks to Dan Beckley, David Lynch, Walt Whitman, Annabeth Kelly, and all our friends, fans, and families.

Sampled a wax cylinder recording of the poem "America" by Walt Whitman, and an audio excerpt from Twin Peaks.

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Track Name: Thoughts on the Equator
Can I get enough -
Can I think of it -
Can inertia get the weight of the whole?
Nothing keep the age afloat
Nothing keep the age afloat
Is that even possible?
Nothing keep the age afloat
I don’t think I need a coat
Can I get a –
Can I get hand
Do you think that you can
Can a person feel the weight of the whole
Nothing keep the age afloat
I think we should keep afloat
Is that even possible?
I don’t think you need a coat
Is that even possible?
Can I get a –

When I get myself to the other side of the line
Every part of the spectrum fight of a spot on the psych
When I get my place I can color it in how I like
No part of the spectrum let me know what I got

Can I even get to every single letter?
Thoughts on the equator
Doing us a favor

Oh, oh

And we don’t still have this question of the other
And you’ll be having thoughts on the equator
And I’ll be taking shots on the equator

Can I get enough
Can inertia get the weight of the whole
Nothing keep the age afloat
I think we should keep afloat
Is it even possible
Nothing keep the age afloat
I don’t think I need a coat
Can I get a -
Track Name: Too Upset
what's that there, I see you in a can
not that you're gonna open again
I wouldn't go assuming anything
watch you when you're shaming everything

not that you're gonna say it too
not that you're gonna throw it again
not that you got the history
not that you're gonna listen too

everyone is too upset, and they only got cause to be a little upset

everyone is too upset, why am I causing in you an effect
everyone is too upset, everyone is too upset

watch me when I open a can
watch me cool you down with a fan
everyone else is opening a can
now you go assuming everything

not that you're gonna stay in tune
not that you're gonna throw it again
not that you got the history
not that you gonna listen too

here you are a kid, a cat chasing a mouse
I require more filtration in my house
verbally intact I stab you in the back
leaving out the sound and checking all the facts

everyone is too upset, and they only got cause to be a little upset
Track Name: TV Show
Do you love me
Like in a suitcase
I’m a new case
And I get dirty
When I paint you on a carpet
And in a soft way
I get moving
and assuming
That the foreground
Is an estuary contact

You wiggle on the staircase
And that sign you are sick of something is the past again
You swivel on the way up
And the sign that you are sick of something
Is the past again

And in a lost way man I keep zooming
I get in tune with pictures of sandbars
And a dollhouse that will attack us
And in a soft way man I get looming
And in the backroom it’s about dressing
I get a costume - I get a headset
I get a head check when I am on deck
And because

You wiggle on the staircase
And the sign you are sick of something is the past again
You double when you wake up
And the sign that you are sick of something is the past again

Again and again I am of the same atoms
Again and again I am of the same atoms
You guess again I am of the same atoms again
Track Name: Dollhouse
Glares are a moving swing
I am a creation king
What you get in a space
What you put out

Oh, but I care what think
I care what you think
Think, of the envy of the awe
Is it a draw with the drawing of the doll

'cause I really don’t agree with any reason that there needs to be a void and an abrasion
And there’s a reason that we stare between these creepy sets of eyes
Because we look through our abrasions

She doesn’t know we see it
Calm when she’s painting things
Lets me know of her slow
Pulse from afar

Oh, but I care what think
I care what you think
Think, of the envy of the awe
Is it a draw with the drawing of the doll

I really don’t agree with any reason that there needs to be a void and an abrasion
and there’s a queen who I am told is painting perfect little circles
and I'm sure they can contain us

When you – are inside – I want your situation to go
And want you – I want your situation to get
You – and are inside
I want your situation to get go
And want you – I want your situation to get
You – and are inside I want your situation to go
And want you – I want your situation to get
Track Name: Hymno
And sweet grass that grows around the place to cover the chase and then
I look around a place that I would rather not see and then
She - she is fractured in her thinking and I -
I can suit up with house keeping

Could be in what I read
This air isn’t so clean
I see something from afar
Oh man look at that map
Armed in the corner of the car
Watch as its falling to the ground
When I know what I see

But don’t think I can go on
And I don’t want to say it but something is about to go wrong
And I don’t want to do but I –

So we, can look around a bend to see what shouldn’t be seen and then
I jump on a loose track and faster around the bend and then
I – I will leave behind my pack and so I
I can assemble our thinking and I -

I don’t want to go out side
It should be a thing that I decide
I don’t wanna go outside

I don’t think I can go on
And I don’t want to say it but
Something is about to go wrong
And I know want to do but I
Got to push the bad news on
and I don’t want to say it ‘cause something is about to go wrong

I don’t think I can go on
And I don’t want to say it but
Something is about to go wrong
and I don’t want to be on the backs of all the people gone wrong
and I don’t want to say it but something is about to go wrong
And I don’t want to do but I -
But when I get back I can see that you’d rather be
Noticing all of the people who’d rather be
Maybe it’s time that I exhale and start to breathe
A call from the moon isn’t cause to act openly
Track Name: Spanish Influenza
When does the vent give its cough up and the water stop
When do I have to find out and get a note on the door
By the stroke of landlord @ shooting practice
When does the clock punch me off instead of raining so

I wasn’t just thinking
Nobody is thinking

When do I have to turn up crack open windows
And when will instructions stop lacking and the splashing stop
When do I have to turn dials counter-clockwise
And praise atsashuli instead of making phone calls and

I wasn’t just thinking
Nobody is thinking

All of your anger is outlined in purple
And all my solution is standing in circles
And all this commotion is burning my calendar
All of your anger is drawn from the earth
And mine is a room with the heat that is leaking
And not getting far with the help that I’m seeking
But I’ll never get the Spanish influenza
When all of the this anger is outlined in purple
And -
Track Name: Old Man Syndrome
The poisons in I see your beauty
and I can see you got the jewelry
in a big old box of our possessions
and you won't relinquish them I'm guessing

oh oh oh when you answer
I won't stick around when you come back

And it's in a backpack I see through you
and a stolen bike with cosmic voodoo
in a big old pot with our possessions
and person parts and stolen dresses

oh oh oh when you answer
I won't stick around when you come back