Liner Notes


Music by Kris McDaniel, Ben Bradley, Carrie Jenkins, Hille Paakkunainen
Lyrics by Kris McDaniel and Carrie Jenkins

Ben Bradley — piano, bass guitar, electric guitar
Carrie Jenkins — vocals
Kris McDaniel — vocals
Hille Paakkunainen — edrums

Recorded by the 21st Century Monads in Syracuse.
Mixed by Kris McDaniel.

Art by Paul Prescott

Lyrics


Everybody’s got to carry their own bag of tropes
Everybody’s got to carry their own bag of tropes
You can choose them you can lose them
But there ain’t no chance
There ain’t no hope of transference

Babe I hope that you know just how much I care
I was hoping there would be some features we could share
But everybody dies alone
There’s nothing we can do
There ain’t no property in common between me and you

Everybody’s got to carry their own bag of tropes
Everybody’s got to carry their own bag of tropes
You can choose them you can lose them
But there ain’t no chance
There ain’t no hope of transference

Baby when I touch you I can feel you tremble
When you look at me you see that I resemble
But I want more than that
I want more than that
I want some nonspatiotemporal overlap

Everybody’s got to carry their own bag of tropes
Everybody’s got to carry their own bag of tropes
You can choose them you can lose them
But there ain’t no chance
There ain’t no hope of transference

I was hoping for imitation, it was just a rumor
There ain’t no universals out there, just particulars
We can try to co-partake but it just cannot be
It’s one bag of tropes for you babe and one bag for me