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by Real Live Tigers

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    Originally released on CDr and cassette in 2013, "Denatured" has been remastered for vinyl by Paul Gold (Grizzly Bear, Dirty Projectors, Jason Molina) and pressed on transparent smoky grey vinyl.

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Denatured 03:10
If there was a way out I'd take it. If there was a way back I would know by now. Fake lakes, real gold, plastic flowers on somebody's grave. Oh, I want a change. I'm waiting for a check to clear. I'm stranded here for a while. Lost in thought and sentencing, I've married all my sisters off. The curbs in the suburbs all rhyme with each other. You kicked them like you kicked your brother. We moved back to town, past the sound, lost months and even years. Please pull back the curtains, dear, the day is getting on. We lost something, we lost something, we all whisper together. We lost ourselves along the way, strangers became our friends. Still half the time inside your head, you're different than you seem. You're past your prime, that's true, no doubt, but far from being tame. Half-wild, becoming wilder now, and restless as the waves. A summer-long song, a path picked wrong, an ending to the day, a bottle passed around during the sound that made you fall asleep.
Leave a Map 02:35
Fuck what you heard, they're still self-absorbed. Nothing happened when those towers fell. And all those days we spent in city streets with night sticks at our backs weren't enough to change their minds when they had a plan. But don't let this world break your heart. Don't let this world be your world and don't let your worlds fall apart. Fuck what you heard, hope's still a word. We've just forgotten how to use it right, and all those pretty things we found in libraries are still enough to keep us up at night, so we shelter ourselves in books and songs our friends sing and now nothing hurts anymore. Nothing hurts like the last, like the first. Fuck what you heard, there's no secret chord, no arbitrary way to please God. Please yourself just as long as you don't hurt nobody else. And these bodies will wear down, so fill them up with song and build your hidden worlds, just leave a map for us. Keep a fire burning and leave a map for us.
Interloper 02:20
Gave Up 02:55
Dreamsick 03:07
Swallow your spit, change your clothes. Do you know how many times I almost gave up? I wanted to. I had plans. You brought evil inside. You gave names to the demons. In the pharmacy lights long after the night fell, dreamsick, with the taste of death on your mouth, lovesick, and still getting fucked around. The wind never stops. It just goes off some other place, movement for movement's sake, and there will always be another way to love yourself. You've got to find a way to love yourself. Homesick for every place you've left. Bloodsick, still poisoning yourself. Short-hand, cross-breeze, I have everything I need. Painter's white in the bright morning light, don't forget about me.
Mtn Dew 01:11
He don't ever buy beer any more, just Mountain Dew, goes to meetings three nights a week, tries not to think about you. He kicked whiskey to the curb, despite what you heard. Got his old job back at the auto parts store. One thing you got to know-- he walks pasts four bars on the way to the bus stop. Says he knows you hate him, that he hates himself too. Give him one more shot.
Maybe it's because you think I'm always on tour and you think I'll find a quick replacement for what you stole. You didn't steal anything, I just gave you too much. Too quick to trust, too careless with my love. And now I know what Fort Worth is for. It's for sleeping on your sister's living room floor. It's for sore lips, my hands on your hips in the front yard, the first dress you'd owned since you were nine years old. And I never wanted to write songs about girls. I hope you never wanted to be a song.
50s Pop Song 01:56
Creekbeds 01:40
Unknowable 03:12


released April 15, 2016




Real Live Tigers Austin, Texas

Letters read aloud over AM radio, quiet guitar through motel room walls, loud electric guitar in summer basements, gravel parking lots in the rain, train sounds.

Real Live Tigers has had many line-ups since 2004. The project was started by Tony Presley and is often him solo, either on classical guitar or electric, but has been as many as 8 people crammed together on a tiny stage.
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