This Is Not A Bedroom

by Alex Napping

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released September 23, 2014

Recorded by Ryan James McGill and D. Andrew Stevens at Eastern Sun Audio
Additional tracking by John Michael Landon at Estuary Recording Facility
Mixed by Ryan James McGill at Big Orange Studios
Mastered by Carl Saff
Artwork by Nick Hurt
Published by Punctum Records

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Alex Napping Austin, Texas

Austin/NYC-based quartet Alex Napping draws from the deeply personal and the sonically groovy to create storytelling with a beat. Founded in 2013, the group includes lead singer and guitarist Alex Cohen, guitarist Adrian Sebastian Haynes, bassist Tomas Garcia-olano, and drummer Andrew Stevens. ... more

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Track Name: Hallway Eyes
Hallway eyes, elevator rides
This room is yours and mine
But only for a little while

I can’t wait Empire State
To see your unpixelated face
So many bridges, but we’re on the same side.

Home is not here
But I can see your face so clear
And this is not our house
But oh God I can’t believe
I can feel your mouth.

From here on out
We’re only heading south.
Track Name: Where Is This Going
Would it be so different if we weren’t involved with wars
Can you call this confidence in what you’re fighting for
Catch me in the morning as I scurry out the house
Your bed was made of iron that you cast with all your doubts.

But don’t you know where this is going?
And don’t you know where this is going?

I’m filthy as a dog in ways I’ve never been before
My skin is dry with all the salt that dripped from both our pores
I promise that I’m leaving but I will not make it far
“Just come back” are whispers that I’m hearing in the car

But don’t you know where this is going?
And don’t you know where this is going?

Is it any different if we’re staying up ‘til dawn
‘Til I know your voices timbre and you recognize my yawns
Call it off tomorrow we’re be safe from battle lines
But the clock won’t stop a beating heart that’s covered in our lies.

But don’t you know where this is going?
And don’t you know we’re already there?
Track Name: Kill The Lights
The season’s changing, we’ve somehow aged
Your pulling away now; I want you stay
Shower curtains ripped from rings
I’ve seen bigger holes in other things

Scattered clothes on floors
Replaced with dirtied leaves and shattered glass
Backyard temper tantrums
How’d you close the distances so fast?

Won’t you talk to me?
Won’t you talk to me?
All I hear are screams.

Kill the lights I don’t wanna see you here tonight
I’m cleaning up your mess
That left all the rest of us
Wading through your soggy, soaking past
I’m cleaning up your mess at last

The basement’s not the best place
The contemplate winning the race
Winter’s here and you are scared
My presence leaves you unprepared.

Last days spent in bed naked
After you rolled under sheets twice
But Vietnam’s not loud enough
To drown out all your aching frights

Won’t you talk to me?
Won’t you talk to me?
All I hear are screams.

Kill the lights I don’t wanna see you here tonight
I’m cleaning up your mess
That left all the rest of us
Wading through your soggy, soaking past
I’m cleaning up your mess at last
Track Name: Catcalls
Why don’t we go walking in the city?
Why don’t we go walking where it’s pretty?
By the springs naked in our furs
Wondering if we can be heard

Take me home from the evergreens
Tell me now if I’m being mean
When I hide all of my screaming
Since we left I have been dreaming

About all your catcalls, quieter than waterfalls
Tell me if I am soaking wet
Transparent as obsidian my wandering thoughts are sitting in
Pools of three-week old body sweat

I don’t know how it’s gonna end
I don’t know if we can pretend
That we’re not still in my front yard
Sobered up finding sleep so hard

Now it’s late and we’re calling bluffs
Finding out why it’s been so tough
To give in to these nightly whims
It’s 6 AM and I have been sick with

The sound of your catcalls, quieter than waterfalls
Tell me if I am soaking wet
Transparent as obsidian my wandering thoughts are sitting in
Pools of three-week old body sweat

You know why I’m calling
You know why I’m calling
But I’m still feeling
Like I’m in another state
I know why you’re calling
I know why you’re stalling
But I cannot explain
Why we’re still awake
Track Name: Those Secrets
California -- you’re so far away
Why don’t we go to another state?

But I won’t travel anywhere
Without a ticket home
Though I know I’ll be okay
Wandering all alone through the grid
And torn up gray street lanes
‘Til I find the golden gate

I don’t know where I should call you at
Since we haven’t spoke in days
Your new number is longer than your weary back
Have you found a place to stay?

I’m out West again and it’s pouring rain
In the city I don’t know your face

I’ve got my father telling me
About the mountains and trees
At least they’ll hide my sunburnt cheeks
If this is what it feels like
To have nothing left at all
Then I’ll be gone for weeks

Don’t expect me to come back at all
The same person when I left
I’ve got months of dirty laundry
That I packed when we first kept

Those secrets, those secrets, those secrets
Those secrets, those secrets, those secrets
Our secrets, our secrets, our secrets
Our secrets, our secrets, our secrets

You know, you know, you know where it is I’m coming from
Your legs – they’ve grown since you’ve been on the run
From all the things that we left on the plane
Our bags they’re lighter but they’re covered with these stains.
These stains.

Louisiana – you’re not far away
Since I know where I’m gonna stay
Track Name: Weak Knees
You never washed your skin in the river stream
Whose water’s clearer than your darkened memories
But you’re still alive and you shouldn’t be
But you’re still alive while that little boy won’t breathe
You’re coming back now to a different state
You can’t believe that you will never see his face
In those walls again
And you’re not sure if you’ll ever make amends

He’s got a mother who keeps calling you
And his brother’s tears will turn into tattoos
‘Til you paint your own arms
But your flag is missing all its stars
These blemishes won’t come off with soap
So you blur your vision with kaleidoscopes
It’s those patterns in your eyes
That help you drown out the sound of his cries

So you’re coming home to fireworks of red and blue
And a group of friends without a clue
Of the troubles you brought back from the foreign seas
Or a weakness that has shaken up both of your knees
And without a doubt you’ll call your folks
And make pretend that you won’t choke
On a million fears of what you’ll see
On the tops of trains and in the trees
So you drink and you smoke the heat away
And you make a promise that you will stay
Forever in my single bedroom house
But you’re drunk and you can’t fight off your doubts

But you’re still drunk and you can’t fight off your shouts.