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Fading Graffiti

by Spencer Krug

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1.
what calls is the call made from oblivion to me a hollow in the willow fading graffiti fading graffiti now who cries in the east wing? what name did they give me? it resides on the west wall in fading graffiti fading graffiti now just let me hear the sounds of wind chimes and ring box hinges each opens a door i can go through more than one at once when i want to each opens a door i can go through more than one at once when i want to fading graffiti now
2.
all of the leaves on the trees in the yard are in love with the way you move among them again all of the leaves on the trees are in love and they’re dying to fall at your feet and all the green’s been traded in for fool’s gold again look what you made... you find a pattern in the branches you trace it out with naked fingers while a bitter winter watches from a window you don’t see (some moon-shaped hole cut from the sky) look what you made spider season is here again we're all standing on top of our chairs we are waiting to know the cost of the web they're weaving below you can hear the leaves sing as they go: you owe me for how much i love you for how much i love you owe me
3.
having discovered ayahuasca the one the grifter had his eyes on says the crown of his skull has touched god's chin i say love is not permission to reinterpret angelsong and though love may be a vision of the future you can't trust the rusted wheel that sings “baby don't go, oh, baby don't go the crown of your skull could touch god’s chin” just let me kill this day one daydream at a time who you gonna be now who you gonna be now and now... who you gonna be now you’re not gonna listen to me you’re not gonna listen to anybody but a house where you lose yourself is a house where you can lose anybody else let us whip off our skin the spiders that fall from the ceiling they’ve come for the children to whisper in their ears “baby don't go, oh, baby don't go the crown of your skull could touch god’s chin!” but the leaf will still turn yellow and the eye will still turn red and those tired old arms will still eventually turn against you having discovered ayahuasca the one the grifter had his eyes on having discovered ayahuasca the one the grifter had his eyes on says “baby don't go, oh, baby don't go if you can save me i can save us both!”
4.
River River 02:05
the future is just rain the past is just rain too the river runs just here where i am here with you i used to dream of gold now all i have to say river river while i am still willing wear me away river river while i am still willing wear me away where i am now wear me down and away so part the reeds of memory and let them close again, a tired eye now that we allow the rain to break us down and bring us back to life to you, a leaf gold i'll hold until it's all that remains river river while i am still willing wear me away
5.
what is this lip and fang that trembles take it out of me this eyeing up of all the angles and the way it follows me around wasted energy there's nothing here to tear to shreds there never has been boots on your ground... i see my face upon the guard dog dying by the gate behind the gate's an ordinary day but it's a princely life for me! wasted energy there's nothing here to tear to shreds there never has been furious and stupid everything in demon form god what was i thinking waving goodbye and standing right in front of you is my heart so bent in like a cat curled up at your feet is my mind just a mirror making rainbows on the wall is that all...
6.
under the overpass last night the moon sat alone and cried the feeling of dissatisfaction familiar like an evil sister high and wide-eyed a dream came round the corner threw its clothes into the river said: now who's the wretched figure and the moon replied: why does summer always seem as though we're going nowhere or as though the part with meaning is already over they watched the fabric slip downstream a casket on the water
7.
do you sometimes feel like a ghost or like the day is just a candy-colored pill to swallow melting away in the mouth of tomorrow melting away in tomorrows fucking night if we could call the night serena then we could count serena's kills she holds a mirror to your dreams and she shows you nothing but a black and burned out sky serena's kills serena's kills serena's kills are getting bad again beside the bed there is a body on the floor rebuking me from where it's done a thousand times or more each hour is a copy of the one before another ghost floats past the dial serena's kills serena's kills serena's kills are getting bad the morningbird sings "maybe she won't find you" but it always sings and she's always close behind you but with all this evening kills it's not quite writing on the wall baby we can have it all more or less when my legs give way beneath me you can catch me as i fall baby we can have it all more or less if we could call the night serena we could count serena's kills watch our watercolors burn red-yellow-green and on my knees i'll say "with all the dreams inside a day they can never make them all serena's kills"
8.
don’t turn your thoughts into thorns don’t turn the horses into unicorns just let a person say they think that it’s okay when the sun gets eclipsed by the moon don’t turn their tongue into a tune haunting a bluejacket’s head just let them be a kind of song that just kind of goes along until the needle hits the edge the one that lets you die is the one that brings you back to life like the vinyl spinning silently when the dancing’s done when the dancing’s done and nothing sacred has come you should lie, you should die by their side and when a maniac thinks that you’re more than you are and when you think that we’re all nihilistic at heart and when you travel through time just to watch a cyclone of words cycle back into your head or when you travel through time for no reason at all we travel through time one at a time... one at a time... nobody wants to be a thorn nobody wants to be a unicorn we all just want to say we think that it’s okay that the moon’s not in love with the sun nobody wants to be the one haunting the maniac’s head we all just want to be the bomb we just want to be the bomb exploding everything we ever regret having said the one who lets you die is the one who brings you back to life you’re the vinyl spinning silently when the dancing’s done when the dancing’s done and nothing sacred has come you should lie, you should die by their side
9.
Crossroads 04:34
i've been watching too many horror movies these days and we've been talking about moving forward in any way that we can now they've gone and made a portrait of an actual black hole so i am riding the rings of saturn with this whip gripped in my hand coming up to the crossroads... have you ever seen a set of greener fields? each is like a body you would chew to the bone wouldn't you just die to be alone? i've been watching too many horror movies these days and we've been talking about moving forward in any way that we can i'm at the point where i can't see the point of making music anymore won’t you tell me again how i’m some kind of healer? i don't think i've ever looked so good between two mirrors each way is like a star i swear i was born under now they've gone and made a portrait of an actual black hole which of course is just a portrait of a god that wants to swallow us all whole coming up to the crossroads...
10.
i had a good time just hanging around the house with you all month i'm not moving anymore i felt actual peace, and i felt actual love pin a wing above the door a bathtub and a laptop showing shows that we've both seen i'm not moving anymore getting high and painting watercolors for each other pin a wing above the door and hold the other to the mirror it makes a different kind of wingspan a book we've opened to the center a second half that we have yet to understand shoveling snow for hours just so we could throw a party i'm not moving anymore selling out my music just in case we have a baby pin a wing above the door sleeping by the fire, by the dog, in the day i'm not moving anymore crying to the radio while driving to the lake pin a wing above the door hold the other to the mirror it makes a different kind of wingspan a book we've opened to the center a second half that we have yet to understand pin a wing above the door... all bright angel park all for us on christmas day the ring around the moon like a jewel on new years eve listening to the geese as they fly over by the hundreds flying in a giant v across the estuary just us and the dog, we were all as still as stones i'm not moving anymore pin a wing above the door... hold the other to the mirror it makes a different kind of wingspan a book we've opened to the center a second half that we have yet to understand

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Spencer Krug’s Fading Graffiti is an experiment in two ways. The first is the way in which it reimagines what were once intricate piano ballads — originally posted to the artist’s Patreon page over the course of 2019 — into full-band rock songs. The approach finds the songs brimming with new electricity, yet still alluring in their abstract lyricism and unconventional structures. The second experiment: this is Krug’s first self-release, through a tiny operation called Pronounced Kroog, with the aforementioned Patreon used to help fund the creation of the album. Being the first LP released under his own name, Fading Graffiti marks a new way of making records for this songwriter.

This album is a full-band reimagining of songs that were originally solo works posted to patreon.com/spencerkrug throughout 2019.

Vinyl can be purchased at www.pronouncedkroog.com

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released April 16, 2021

Spencer Krug: acoustic guitar, piano, vocals
Jordan Koop: electric guitar
Adrienne Humblet: bass guitar
Nicholas Merz: pedal steel guitar
Eli Browning: drums

Recorded and mixed at The Noise Floor by Jordan Koop. Produced by Jordan Koop and Spencer Krug. Mastered by Philip Gosselin at Le Lab Mastering.

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Pronounced Kroog British Columbia

Spencer Krug is central to a handful of projects (Sunset Rubdown, Wolf Parade, Moonface, Swan Lake), and has been on a number of labels (Sub Pop, Jagjaguwar, Paper Bag, Royal Mountain, Global Symphonic, Absolutely Kosher.) Pronounced Kroog is the self-made label on which he now releases new music under his own name, as well as reissues from past projects. ... more

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