Hard Feelings

by Birdwatching

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Recorded and mixed at Chillhouse Studios in Charlestown, MA by Kurt Schneider. Mastered by Will Holland.

Huge thanks to Morgan & Abby Soares, Kurt Schneider, Mikey Holland, Mandy McCarthy, Chris Tennant, BUNDLES, Stephanie Solari, and Ryan the Terrible!

Much love and appreciation to our parents, siblings, cousins, friends, and anyone making/supporting music in Boston.

Recorded July 29th & 30th 2016.


released December 19, 2016

All rhythms, tones, and words by Birdwatching.

James S - Percussion
Dre N - Vocals, Bass
Al Z - Guitar, Vocals

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Track Name: Oh Mi
Oh, how long?

The scene never changes, just rearranges.

The road will depend on how long we can get along.

Do you think I have a second chance for sense of direction? Get lost.

Oh, how long can we get along?
Track Name: Shukra
I woke up in the dark with your name on my lips. Sounding out the words and consonants - foreign tongue familiar.

Yea, I wanna ask her "have I coaxed you here, lesser god, with ceremonies unknown to me?" I tried all the sacred places, nothing ever really happened.

"Maybe it's nothing at all," you mused, over coffee. Should've kept this to myself. You gently reminded me "all the prophets died early."

An internal systems failure permeating my body, room, and my blood all consumed. In my name your reference seems to remain. I am a sojourner building monuments to nothing.

Let me go to sleep, please god help me.
Track Name: Lint Muffin
Sometimes conversation feels like it's only on one side.

Alone in my echo chamber I think the end of days are nigh, counting the walls and the ways between you and I.

Can we get past cryptic semantics? They're empty muskets and they arm the front lines.

If our words had wings and propellers would they collide?