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Gone, Missing

by The Class Acts

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1.
Don't write enough things down Don't remember my dreams Tell me then, what happens when I forget all that I've seen? I couldn't tell you the details about the wedding last night. I'm sure I had a good time, and you said my speech went fine. Walking slowly is not my style It gets idle now / again I go home and sit a while It gets idle now / again Don't write enough things down You don't remember your dreams You ask me what could happen if you forget all that you've seen. You couldn't tell me the details about the party last night. Yes, we had a good time, and it all will work out fine. Walking slowly is not my style It gets idle now / again I go home and sit a while It gets idle now / again
2.
All the Time 02:44
Got all my time all to myself. All summer long; not doing well. I needed you so I called your phone. We talked about coming home. I'll leave the city as soon as I can. I've had fun but it's time to go. It's such a pity I'm only one man. I'd split myself for you don't you know. I saw some shows; viewed some art. All alone wasn't far. I needed you so I called your phone. We always talked about coming home. I'll leave the city as soon as I can. I've had fun but it's time to go. It's such a pity I'm only one man. I'd split myself for you don't you know. I'd leave the city right now if I could. I've had fun but it's time to go. Head back to the old neighborhood. I love you but you know.
3.
Golden Hour 04:01
Golden hour bus rides Headed home another night Pick up some beer, chat with the cashier He misquotes Murphy's Law "The bad thing always happens." Welcome. You're not the only one. Sit down. The porch is in the sun. Simple and sweet, but there's salt in the street. "Settle down, baby boys." Jackie will let you know who's won. And these backyard idols from the trash It's not garbage to me. This place makes me happy. Golden hour bus rides. Headed home another night. Simple and sweet, but there's salt in the street. "Settle down, baby boys." Wendy will tell you when it's done.
4.
Sold Summer 04:14
Outside my door it smells like trash. I've been breathing cigarette ash. All my friends are home on my porch; I'm here stuck indoors. I go to the park to drink beer. Watching all the locals sneer. I'm no brat, but I'm no tourist. Humming "Sweet Chin" with a clenched fist. I sold my summer, but I can't complain I'll make it back in time to catch one last refrain Out when the air starts to get cool No more work and no more fucking gruel At the gallery alone, taking photos on my phone Hoarding catalogues and scraps. Print ephemera is a trap. On the train falling asleep No one there to remind me Coney Island wake up call Swarming locust in the fall I sold my summer, but I can't complain I'll make it back in time to catch one last refrain Out when the air starts to get cool No more work and no more fucking gruel
5.
Meantime 01:29
6.
Mad House 02:10
Why do all the angry people have to share a home? Fueled by a dying discourse in the news. An ever shrinking time slice makes me hungry for a buzz. I'll catch a shitty pop band as they're passing through. It's a mad house Can you feel the pressure? Pneumatic, mnemonic, But I'll never remember Jackie was our New Year's baby two years in a room Hanging on the edge for a month or two All the subtle pressure suddenly sneaks in Layering and pressing down on all of you It's a mad house Can you feel the pressure? Pneumatic, mnemonic, But I'll never remember
7.
Welcome to Ward's! If you're from near or you're from far. Give the people what they want. Serve it fast and cheap and hot. Pack up the car, it's time to leave our little star. Tired of this stressful stunt. Let's open up a restaurant. We don't have to go far away I'll serve a hundred pots of coffee in a day Soon we'll be known as the place Where a group of friends can go to talk all day Welcome to Ward's "Table, booth, or bar?" "There's dollar beers for happy hour." "I'll give you folks a little time." Everyone just needs some time. I'd like to have no car Just a bike I don't ride too far Live a block away from work Ride to the market, Ward's or church and Yes! It's a long ways away But why not start to plan today? Think about what's out of sight Break the focus for the night and Give it some time—everyone just needs some time It can happen if we want. Let's open up a restaurant. We don't have to go far away I'll serve a hundred pots of coffee in a day Soon we'll be known as the place Where a group of friends can go to talk all day Welcome to Ward's
8.
I heard it crawling underneath. It's in the trash and in the trees. You'll know when it is near. Underfoot, everywhere. I'll point it out across the street. Trying to embody Drummer D It's the salt in your glass Slowing down the things that tend to move to fast I couldn't place it if I wanted to If it were man, it'd say we've never met But there's still this thing that I just can't refute. I just haven't put my finger on it yet. I see it waving as it passes I pretend that I didn't see Eyes fixed down on the asphalt Thinking of that stunt double in Montreal I couldn't place it if I wanted to If it were man, it'd say we've never met But there's still this thing that I just can't refute. I just haven't put my finger on it yet. *Nugg Party Noise* I take a break and think of Marty I haven't seen him since that party Just like that he calls on the phone Forces act as agents aligned with our own I couldn't place it if I wanted to If it were man, it'd say we've never met But there's still this thing that I just can't refute. I just haven't put my finger on it yet.

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Gone, Missing is the first full-length record from Kalamazoo's The Class Acts. Thanks very much to everybody who has supported us along the way—this record means a lot to us and we're very happy to be able to finally share these tunes with you.

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released April 14, 2017

Produced by The Class Acts.
Lyrics by Ed Ryan.
Recorded by Alex Tobin at the Châteaub in Ludington, MI on the edge of Lake Michigan.
Mixed by Garrett Gagnon in Kalamazoo, MI.
Mastered by Ian Gorman at La Luna Recording & Sound in Kalamazoo, MI.

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groovy college rock cursed with the nomenclature of high school sensibility

indie rock / pianocore

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