Stallin' & Saddle Up

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  • Digital Album

    Here we have an 18-track album, have your choice of digital format. You can even pick up Saddle Up on hard black vinyl, the last 10 tracks of the album below.

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  • SADDLE UP on vinyl

    stallin coming soon on vinyl record

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We just finished a new appendage to Saddle Up called Stallin'. You can still buy 10 tracks of Saddle Up on crisp black vinyl for a limited time

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released 10 February 2012
Stallin' (1-8):
all songs written by Julian Bozeman and Quiet Hooves
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produced and arranged and recorded by Julian Bozeman, Javier Morales, Mercer West, and Quiet Hooves on a Fostex 16-track at Julian’s house in 2011
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bass: Patrick Bozeman
drums: Mercer West
trumpets: Andy Pruett, Charlie Key, Meghan Morris
tenor and baritone saxophones: Jeff Tobias
clarinet: Greg O’Connell
violins: David Specht
synthesizers: Aaron Gentry, Amy Whisenhunt,
Greg O’Connell
vocals, piano, keyboards, vocal arrangements:
Julian Bozeman
guitars, keyboards, percussion, cello, bass harmonica, clarinet, recorder, flute, drum synthesizer, vocal arrangements: Javier Morales
background vocals: Julian Bozeman, Javier Morales
bells & whistles & sound fx: Julian Bozeman,
Javier Morales, Mercer West
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special thanks to Jesse Magnum

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Saddle Up (9-18):
all songs by Julian Bozeman and Quiet Hooves.
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all songs and instruments produced arranged and recorded by Javier Morales (of The Dream Scene, Quiet Hooves)
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Julian sang the vocals
Javier played keyboards, drums, drum machines, bass, guitars, saxophones, flutes, clarinets, strings, backup vocals, bells, percussion, cornet, harmonica, etc.
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all songs were recorded on a Tascam multi-track cassette recorder in Athens, GA from September 2008 to May 2010
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mixing by Joel Hatstat and Quiet Hooves
mastering by Joel Hatstat
www.joelhatstataudio.com
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album art designed by Julian and Javier
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Party Party Partners 2012
www.partypartypartners.com

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tags: pop beachball vibes brainpattern camel crush dream hooves partners party quiet saddle scene the up weirdo pop Athens

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Track Name: hott r nott
if your brains are moving slow as slugs
and you're carvin your way through the midday sun
carve your way to me
we'll cut time like a tongue, now
time like a tongue

if your tongue tastes like it's tastin the ground
don't let your troubles get you down
no, flap your tongue at me
my day is open
day is open

if you've got mixed up brains
you're in good company
you're in good with me
without even knowin me, boy,
without even knowin me

if you've got hard luck
well lucky you i've got hard luck too
and nothing but time
aside from hard luck i've got nothing but time
Track Name: bigg boy
hey hey big boy brains
lickin your features clean off your face with your tongue
lickin your teeth clean out the place where they're from
in your gums
whoa whoa whoa
i'd give every tooth just to be with you
oh big boy big boy whatcha gonna do?
who needs teeth if you've got me?
oh big boy big boy what's it gonna be?

wait wait bigg boy wait
movin your feet like flames are eatin your heels
burnin down the street passin machines on wheels
how's it feel?
whoa whoa whoa
i'll splash your feet if you come back to me
oh big boy big boy burnin up the street
i'll never let you catch fire if you make me yours
oh big boy big boy burnin up the floors

big boy
whoa whoa whoa whoa big boy
big boy
whoa whoa whoa whoa big boy
big boy
whoa whoa whoa whoa big boy
big boy
whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

my my big boy my
flickin your tears clean out your eye with your thumb
wishin your years didn't go by so quick as they come
one by one
whoa whoa whoa
i'll never let you cry if you make yourself mine
oh big boy big boy whatcha gonna decide?
i'll make time move slower if you make me yours
oh big boy big boy whatch waitin for?
Track Name: my girl
my girl my girl goes one frying pan to another
floppin like a broken bird
snails swap shells with each other
her slug of a tongues always lookin for the right home
lookin for the right words

my baby my baby
keeps it movin like a stick of butter
slidin all over the place
sayin "you gotta look out for yourself brother
and youre lookin for the right thing
lookin in the wrong place"

my girl my girl she's a funny old thing
got me movin in circles like i'm walkin on a ring
around and about
around and about
around and about, girl
my girl my girl;s got a funny way of talkin
her pink tongue floppin like a little hand-puppet
sayin "your skull is a forest
your mind is a spiral"
youre a force moving forward
i want you in my world
i wanna make you my girl
Track Name: see clear
bloodstains on my brains like old flames
in desparate times
gettin by
can be so strange
past-lifes fog my glasses all the time
again and again
i rub em clean
and wipe my eyes
so i can see clear

it's old news i get the blues when i'm close to you
when you're on my mind
gettin by
can be so hard to do
the old me like a dusty breeze blurs what i'm trynta see
i just hold my breath
til he blows on past
and i wipe my eyes clean
so i can see clear

when i'm walkin down the backstreets of my mind
i don't know what i'll find
i don't know what i'll find
i never look through the same set of eyes twice
i'm changin all the time
i'm changin all the time
it's hard to see who's who and what's what
and that's the trouble with growin' up

the futures lie like lines outstretched out from my shoes
i don't know which to choose
i don't know which to choose
i see where they start but they fade into the blue
i don't know what to do
i don't know what to do
it's hard to see where's where and what's what
and that's the trouble with growin' up
Track Name: battery baby
the chest that i breathe into
this is what i think of you
the stuff in my blood that clots blood
for when i get to bleedin
the bandage too
well here's what i am to you
the thing that retrieves all the things
when the things get to scatterin

and when things go scatterin
across the floor
i'm the metal detector
you're the batteries that runs the machine that is me
Track Name: avp
we are the human beings
we've got everything we need
runnin water sons and daughters guns and gods and things to keep us cool
we've got our ships and houses
snotty nosed kids and calenders
all filled up with days and months and weeks x's and things to do
we've got everything we need
we've got everything we need

the sea-sick sailor sickens
over the rail feedin the fish with his food
like space people gettin sick out of the windows of their u.f.o.s
up there aliens cuddle
and buildings float like bubbles
there there aint the air to even light a candle to hold to what we've got down here
nope
we've got everything we need
we've got everything we need
Track Name: can't catch a break
can't catch a breath
can't catch a break
can't keep from makin the same mistakes
again and again and again
burnin bridges was never my intentions
but with blisters on my hands
i can't pretend
to myself or anyone else anymore

holdin my breath
savin face
waitin patient for the paths to pave their own way
and the clouds to clear
i figured out paths don't pave themselves
and the weather does what it wants to
so can you
and so should I

never have i felt so lost on my home planet
never have i felt so alone on my own street
never have i had so much trouble trynta figure how to move through this world
without this world makin a mess of me

never has the sky seemed to beg to be broken open
never have the bones seemed to beg to be dug up
never have there been so many signs that say we should change the way we move through this world
before this world washes it's hands of us
Track Name: the beat
i get the beat
when i kick my trash in the street
when there's broken glass at the beach
i get the beat
when the things i say stain my teeth
but, me, i don't try to quit or clean em
that's when i feel it
that's when i feel it
that's when i feel it
that's when i start to slump
when i take my junk to the dump
the man in the machine crumples it up
i start to slump
when i 'm sellin all the dirty drunks
drinkin to remember what they come from
that's when i feel it
that's when i feel it
that's when i feel it
that's when i feel it

the dregs and the drugs are stinkin up the subway system
they're spittin on the sidewalk breathin up my oxygen
there's too many fathers and mothers makin brothers and sisters
the problem with all the people is that people gotta eat well i won't miss them
if i left it all behind

my brain bends when i see the women and the men
when i see em touch each other's skin
my brain bends when the lonely spell never ends
makes me remember what my momma said
and she said
"it's fast and it's slow and it's hard to know if you're movin
everyone'll tell you that they know what you oughta be doin
so don't love nothin that you can't deal with losin"
well i did my best but momma i'm only human
after all.
Track Name: look at it
look at the fields turn into hills they break up and they build
look at our lives under the clouds
lives under the clouds
look at the wind go in your skin and back out again
your pores open like little mouths
and close like miniature doors

look at the light bounce off your eyes and go back into mine
look how there's nothing left to lose
nothing left to lose
look at the clouds rollin around over the ground
pushin like gunboats through the blue
above the telephone towers

sun goes blinkin yawnin down the 'v' between the mountains
volcanoes spit like babies vomit coming out their mouths
the buildings stick their heads into the table-top of clouds
nibbling at their legs a million men the size of mouses
we'll bring it all down
we'll bring it all down
we'll bring it all down
we'll bring it all down

the world in the air a ball in a bag a tongue inside a mouth
the ocean surface tension tries to keep the sky from drowning
poison gas like breath on glass to show the worlds around us
an epitaph for those of us who brought the whole thing down
we'll bring it all down
we'll bring it all down
we'll bring it all down
we'll bring it all down if we're not careful