Recorded and mixed by Kyle Graham in the spring and summer of 2013 at Fresh Produce Studios and Mad Dragon Studios.
Eric Muth helped record the drums but mostly just took a nap.
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe at Maniac Mansion.
“Nick Sells Out” features guest vocals by Mimi Gallagher of NONA.
Many thanks to Kyle Graham, Ryan Schwabe, Eric Muth, Mimi Gallagher, Pete Pieczynski, Joe Reinhart, and Justin Phillips for helping us record this thing.
Thanks to all the beautiful boys of Stereophonodon Records, Ashley Smith, Patrick O’Brien, Rob Malloy, Peter + Craig, Augusta Koch, Joe Musicano, Jason Kaulfers, Evan Bernard, Joe Gallagher, Justin Stevenson, Timmy Sullivan, Nick Harris, Jake Cooley, Pat King, BJC, Skinny Legs, Kelly Conaboy, Rachel Gibbons, Dennis Casey, our outrageously supportive families, and anyone else who has ever helped or supported us along the way. It has meant the world.
OMAR is Candice Martello and Nick Fanelli. We wrote the songs. OMAR forever.
You say you see yourself when you look at me, but I’m never who I want to be. I just change into whoever’s around. Some take a glance, some tend to stare, most of them act like I’m not there. And I don’t care, I just like hanging around. But what happens to me, when no one can see? Turn the lights off, lock me in a room alone.
I don’t see myself when I look at you, just an empty shell, someone I thought I knew. Where did you go? Where have you been? ‘Cause the color is fading from your eyes, you’re a part of me I just don’t recognize. What have I done? Tell me what happens. What happens to me, when no one can see? Turn the lights off, lock me in a room alone.
Guess I’m just a reflection of the world I live in. Reflection of the shit that happens. Reflection of the places I go. Impression of the people I know. Projection of the life I’m faking. Corrections that I am always making. Directions that I just end up going. Answers that I am never knowing. Questions that I keep on asking. Obsessions I can’t help from having. Collection of the parts that come crashing down. Oh what happens to me, when no one can see.
Track Name: It's Difficult To Look At, But I Got It For Free On The Internet
You said “where is your head at”? I said I wish I knew that, so I could finally prove that I have so much more to say. I feel it, can’t articulate it, it’s growing right on the tip of my tongue. If we could run, just you and I, from this glancing, staring room of eyes, we’ll take the long way and you can pick my brain. I can’t promise much, I promise to try.
This whole time I’ve been lying, hiding insecurities. I’m so fucking scared of the person across from me. And there’s no use in trying, I’ve been damaged. Broken, baby. Long before you even knew my name. If you still want to try, if you see right through my indifferent eyes, we’ll take the long way and you can pick my brain. I can’t promise much, I promise to try.
Never thought this would be a problem. Never thought this would be the problem. Never thought this could be a problem.
Track Name: Nick Sells Out (And Tries To Move To Fishtown)
Well I could write a thousand songs about it and hope you get it, but I doubt it. My words can mean so many different things. I could paint you a picture of how I’m feeling. It would be abstract and unappealing, and no one would quite get it except me. But isn’t this just how it is for most artists and musicians? We are all trying to say the same old things a different way.
I found your sweater on the floor and kept it in my mind as a metaphor of how you always left me feeling warm. One day I’ll say it, I’ll get it out. I’ll introduce your ears to my mouth and just let them figure it all out. But isn’t this just how it is for most artists and musicians? We are all trying to say the same old thing a different way.
Track Name: Suggy Duggy Now
I was building backwards, starting from the top and working down, while you were doing the heavy lifting, laying the foundation down. By the end of that winter you were warming up, but I still felt cold, because I dug around and I found all the things you’d hid below. No I don’t want anything better, I don’t want anything at all. I just think that once we cross that line, we’ll fake this to make this then break this.
It’s just overwhelming, you’ve got your destination and I’ve got mine, and I don’t see anywhere on here where the two roads will collide. It won’t take a lifetime, but I think it might take a while and there’s no sense hanging around when it’s not happening at all. No I don’t want anything better, I don’t want anything at all. I just think that once we cross that line, we’ll fake this to make this then break this.