You've Never Been So Alone

by Swing Hero

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    First pressing of "You've Never Been So Alone" 10". Mustard Yellow, Handmade Insert, includes Digital Download.

    Includes digital pre-order of You've Never Been So Alone. You get 1 track now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it's released.
    shipping out on or around 17 December 2014

     $10 USD

     

  • Pre-order of You've Never Been So Alone. You get 1 track now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it's released.
    releases 17 December 2014

     $5 USD  or more

     

1.
03:52
2.
Grown Up
3.
Home Is Where You Fake It

about

recorded, mixed and mastered winter 2013/14 by chris fogal at black in bluhm (denver, CO)
mastered for vinyl by stephan hawkes at interlace audio (portland, OR)
artwork by nicholas campbell

credits

releases 17 December 2014

marshall gallagher: guitars, bass, vocals
ben scarboro: drums

thanks to john, ann and deric gallagher, ben scarboro, brandon whalen, nick crawford, jeff fedel, jason bower, kamtin mohager, matt hays, chris fogal, sean foreman, anthony salazar, jonney machtig, casey ottmann, nathaniel motte, andrew martin, jeffrey haas, kiven, travis limoge, gabriel apodaca, mike kaminsky, amanda yim, ben mench-thurlow, danny sax, the photo atlas, taylor heitzig-rhodes, nick campbell, rami jrade, nick slatkin, justin trujillo and anyone else who bought a record, showed a friend, came to a show or texted just to say how much they love the music. your support means everything.

extra special thanks to frank, angela, mick and carmella.

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Track Name: Interest
she rides into town when i call and my conscience takes its leave. i see the moon light the way down and i lay out in the street. i surely could forget those nights we stuffed our stomachs and fucked like retirees. i’ll declare my hate for makeup when it leaves its proper place. i soak in the stain on my pillows, i’ve seen her paint her face. i smell my rotting flesh and bone. where once i thought i saw my brand new star, i found a black hole. she’s making all the wrong sounds, she’s putting all my fires out. she’s making all the wrong sounds, i’m faking all my interest now. i keep on waking up, don’t wanna keep on waking up. i’m pushing all my memories down, down down.