Iota // Pound For Pound 7"

by Sean Kiely

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Limited Edition 7" Lathe-Cut Record
Available to order on LEESTA VALL SOUND RECORDINGS
leestavall.com/discography/lvsr-002/

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released December 21, 2015

Sean Kiely: Guitar/Vocal
Bobby McCullough: Bass
Jason Bemis Lawrence: Drums
Roger Moutenot: Organ (on Pound For Pound)

Recorded 8/31/15 by Roger Moutenot at Haptown Studio, Nashville, TN
Mixed by John Agnello at Water Music, Hoboken, NJ
Mastered by Steve Fallone at Sterling Sound, New York, NY
Assistant Engineer: Marc Whitmore

Iota by Angel Olsen, from the album "Burn Your Fire For No Witness"

Pound For Pound by Reid Anderson, from the album "Made Possible" by The Bad Plus. Lyrics by Sean Kiely

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Track Name: Iota (Angel Olsen Cover)
If only all our memories were one
we only had to blink and it was done
If all the world could see it with one eye
in perfect color to the perfect sky

If only we could turn ourselves around
and all the things we're looking for were found
If only we grew wiser with each breath
If only we could dance our way to death

If only all our dreams were coming true
maybe there'd be some time for me and you
If only all the world could sing along
in perfect rhythm to the perfect song

If only all our hopes were to be here
We'd just close our eyes when we'd want to disappear
If only all the love we needed was gained
and if it was good it'd always stay that way

We'd close our doors and then we'd go to bed
We'd never have to do it all again
There wouldn't be one thing to fight about
and time would turn our bodies inside out
Track Name: Pound For Pound
I could take a breather
walk it off
turn around to see you
duck into the bodega
down the block
from our apartment.

It's a kind of bruising
every night
turn around to see you
looking down
at whatever's in your hands
or in your pocket.

Day for day, pound for pound
hook for hook you never
let them down.

You can call it what you want.

We could drive to Long Branch
for the day
take the couch at my sister's
tell her that everything is going fine
and we're still talking.

Back into the city
take the couch
turn around to see you
looking up
at the cranes above
the brand new buildings downtown.

Day for day, pound for pound
hook for hook you never
let them down.

You can call it what you want.
We can call it what we want.
We can call it