FOUND
by Bard and Mustache
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Digital Album
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Meanwhile
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Velvet
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Cowboy Chords
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Papier Mache
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Sea of Love
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about
Recorded in our living room in a series of live takes in October 2011, "FOUND" is our second collection of meandering anecdotes plucked from dreamscapes and tall tales and delivered, signature required, to your doorstep, to have coffee with you on your front porch.
credits
released 14 February 2012
Greg Bortnichak (Bard) on cello, vocals
Erin Murphy (Mustache) on guitar, vocals
"Meanwhile," "Velvet," and "Papier Mache" were written by Bard and Mustache between June and October of 2011
"Cowboy Chords" (track 3) was written by the Sparta Philharmonic and is included on their album "(trans)migratory birds," released on Atlas Records in October 2010
"Sea of Love" (track 5) was written by Phil Phillips and George Khoury in 1959
Greg Bortnichak (Bard) on cello, vocals
Erin Murphy (Mustache) on guitar, vocals
"Meanwhile," "Velvet," and "Papier Mache" were written by Bard and Mustache between June and October of 2011
"Cowboy Chords" (track 3) was written by the Sparta Philharmonic and is included on their album "(trans)migratory birds," released on Atlas Records in October 2010
"Sea of Love" (track 5) was written by Phil Phillips and George Khoury in 1959
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Sarasota, FL's Bard and Mustache, formed in 2011, is an experimental chamber pop duo with grandiose plans - Erin Murphy and
Greg Bortnichak released their third EP, "Bitter Painter," via Atlas/Finch House Records 8/21/12 and will be on tour along the east coast this fall. Their first full length, accompanied by a year-long tour by camper, is slated for summer 2013.
bardandmustache@gmail.com
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Aug 2012 -
Feb 2012 -
Mar 2011
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- Track Name: Meanwhile
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Came home in a thunderstorm and a red beret
I was sad that I had not seen you in several days
but waiting on my doorstep was your familiar face
and in it a pair of brown eyes that had since turned grey
even though the hard times I've lived through were self-imposed
you knew somehow that our friendship would fulfill us both
you heard all my secrets and you kept them close
swore an oath so solemn that it just never broke
oh I sure made my bed but you were so content to lie beneath it...
but now it's time to say goodbye for the meanwhile
oh I sure made my bed but you were so content to lie beneath it...
so won't you save my address and keep a few stamps on hand
in case you get to those heaven's gates and they're far too pretty to keep from a close friend
oh I sure made my bed but you were so content to lie beneath it... - Track Name: Velvet
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We were dressed like summer camp, swimming in the oil paint
and the leaves were dripping pigment onto the river lying underneath
we were paddling our wooden boat through the cliffs cloaked in violet
making wishes with our eyes closed that if this is a dream we never want to see it end
we were painted on velvet, two figures in the rivulet
it was you, it was you, it was you, I felt it
but the cliffs began to crumble and the rivers fall right off the side
and they plummet into the abyss with all the tears I've aplenty cried
you were shearing through the cloaked sun and prickling my eyelids
but when I awoke you were gone; I thought if this is my fate I never want to live to see it
we were painted on velvet, two figures in the rivulet
it was you, it was you, it was you, I felt it - Track Name: Papier Mache
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oh the ink you've laid to waste on the papier mache
to commemorate a feature that wasn't made to stay
and you were left feeling empty sitting staring at the shape
of a mountain or a lover, they were one in the same
but baby we could turn those mountains from paper into stone
if we study the wind as it circles 'round the bones
that decorate the peak at the feet of the gods
that await with baited breath for the tick of the clock
tick tock, tick tock, we can run but it won't stop
but before they speak, before the ultimatum
before the eruption, before the transformation
'fore the moment we must pack our good times and sweaters
in one little suitcase for this journey together
I promise to frame every page that you've torn
from the book of your musings on the day we were born
and I'll read them aloud as you're falling fast asleep
so perhaps you will remember who you are and who you'll be without me
tick tock, tick tock, we can run but it won't stop
just in case on the way we get separated I will draw you a map where I will be waiting...
tick tock, tick tock, we can run but it won't stop
