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How I Lost My Voice

by Golf Slang

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  • Cassette + Digital Album

    Hear the Ep on warm pink tape. Comes with sticker, 2 postcards, and a blue golf tee.

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1.
Sugar Cake 02:56
“I thought the world was sugar cake” Easily Seen and Easily made Instead I walk into the woods Axed the trees right to the roots Meet a Dark Girl at the Heart Coaxes me into her arms “I thought the world was sugar cake” But all I taste is ash and waste Took a long walk by the sea Alone with just the two of me Dark Girl and the deep blue sea Babylon, the Mystery “I thought the world was sugar cake” But all I taste is ash and plague Dark Girl and the deep blue sea Babylon, the mystery “I thought the world was sugar cake” But all I taste is ash and waste Took a long walk by the sea Babylon, the Mystery
2.
There is a place I used To know In front of a mic Played the show Whispered cues from the drummer I hear Finished the set… Packed the gear This is how I lost My voice Some people will break your heart in two Bless those come and heal you Bless those who quiet all the noise Bless those who give you back your voice Bless those who give you back your… This is how I lost my (Voice)
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Half light on, An evening stroll Old Men complain Sunbathers squeeze the last life out of the sun She takes the distance in even strokes Far out where the deep begins to roll Smile at the blind man, he won’t care… Laugh for the deaf-mute, she can’t hear... Mind the time The waves and the tide, consuming all She takes the distance in even strokes Far out where the deep begins to roll Smile at the blind man, he won’t care, but God sees everything Laugh for the deaf-mute, she can’t hear, but God hears everything Half light on, an evening stroll Old Men complain Sunbathers squeeze the last life out of the sun
4.
Let's grow old no need to pretend no need to mend it weathered and winded Why not grow old? The world is not theirs alone! Why not grow old? The world is still ours to hold! Plastic faces erasing the traces of mistakes made in places Plastic faces mocking young faces Afraid to show our ages! Let’s grow old! Why not grow old? Put away your toys and games! Put away your toys and games! Bow your head, don't fight it! Bow your heart, be enlightened! (I hope you like what you see!) Just grow old! Let’s grow old! (I hope you like what you see!) Let’s grow old! Ha!
5.
Stiff arms No grace Never knew that I Walked so funny Stiff arms No grace Don’t want to face the fact I’m not so lovely Fast forward, rewind Fast forward, rewind Stiff arms No grace Don’t want to face the fact I’m not so lovely So I pray in the evening I hope a lot of things I will get by So I pray in the evenings fast forward, rewinding Will I get by? She reads in the evenings She knows a lot of things She says help her get by, help her get by He reads in the evening He knows a lot of things I guess he gets by, I guess he gets by Stiff arms No grace Never knew that I Walked so funny Stiff arms No grace Don’t want to face the fact I’m not so lovely Hang your antique mirror Reflection is unclear What you saw surprised you But did it change inside you? See what you want to see It’s not what you ought to be Fast forward and rewind! See what you want to see We will get by (but will we get by?) We will get by (but will we get by?)

about

Pink. Low. Sad. Dayglow.

The influences on Golf Slang’s new EP could have been pulled from the magnetic poetry on a refrigerator door littered with coloring pages and long-passed announcements.

As Jamey Bozeman cobbled the songs together that would become Golf Slang’s next EP, “How I Lost My Voice,” he found himself in a brightly-decorated Airbnb in Florida on vacation, a respite from the pandemic and his duties as a priest in the Eastern Orthodox church.

“I had been doing work on some rather dark instrumental material, and the bright ‘Florida colors’ of the space offered an inspiring counterpoint to what I was writing,” Bozeman said. “I came home with some photos of the Airbnb and some new song ideas, which I filed under the working title of ‘Fantasy Island.’ And so a theme kind of evolved from the trip. I wanted this record to feel kind of sad and to sound pink.”

Bozeman is best known as a founding member and guitarist of cult rock outfit Luxury, but Golf Slang is more electronic in nature, harkening to his affinity for New Wave with beats and basslines reminiscent of Vince Clarke’s best — Depeche Mode, Yaz, Erasure, you pick.

The EP’s first single, “In Even Strokes,” could easily be the driving centerpiece of an ‘80s action-thriller, it’s beat pulsing as the hero navigates the city and street lights streak across tinted windows.The title track showcases an understated but powerful vocal — think Alan Sparhawk of Low — but the EP opens with the track around which Bozeman built the rest of the songs. “Sugar Cake,” borrows its opening lyric and title from a song in the operetta, “Candide,” based on the novel by Voltaire and composed by Leonard Bernstein.

“I can’t say I know much about either Voltaire’s, ‘Candide,’ or the operetta, but the lyrics of this one song — ‘Make Our Garden Grow’ — are profound in some ways and terribly hopeless in others,” Bozeman said. “I helped myself to the line ‘I thought the world was sugar cake,’ as an image of how we easily miss the true nature of our existence and what our lives are meant to be spent on.”

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