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    Manufactured way back in 2016, sold on tour ever since, but only now available online! A 'Nickelodeon orange' cassette version of our second LP 'Citrosis'.

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    This is a copy of "Citrosis" on a 12" vinyl record! Holy smokes!

    The vinyl comes in a single jacket with a 3mm spine; lyrics and liner notes are printed on the innersleeve; the vinyl is transparent orange with red splatter. It should look quite a bit like the digital rendering in the photo, but color of the vinyl and (obviously) splatter pattern will be different.

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    This is a copy of "Citrosis" on compact disc! The CD comes in a 4 panel wallet case (more complex and cool than the one pictured). The CD looks like a damn orange.

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Grease 03:05
Your mother is glaring at me From the sofa like she wants my blood I didn’t hear a word you were saying Cause I was thinking about what I want Not what I chose Or what I got But what I want I know it’s selfish and wholly unappealing But it’s getting to be time I left We tried so hard to be the cover of “Freewheelin’” That we wound up “Love & Theft” Got a thumb drive full of my deepest secrets You can borrow it sometime 24 months into this For now, however, consider me drifting No misery and no agony That’s not what’s eating away at me It’s the messed up state that we’re in Or maybe I’m a lost sad son of a bitch with a warped sense of self Your father drinking a Michelob Lite He’s got some indication what’s been keeping you up at night Thinks I’m a loser, so I’ve assumed the role To make it easier when I storm out, slam my car door, and I go A muffled recollection of a saner time Miasma floating through the by-and-the-by Stay cool but I know I’ve got to get myself home To stare into my own pupils and the screen of my telephone If I made a good choice Why can’t I get an amen? From the choir of my socialite guardians Facedown under flannel sheets Freezing and oh so regrettably me A lava lamp once bubbled on my nightstand I bought it at a Goodwill in St. Paul, Minnesota and you said that it was dumb and it was typical Which it was That’s the whole reason why I bought it So I felt resentful Intercepted at face value I was vulnerable and shallow So I unplugged it and I returned it to the same Goodwill in St. Paul, Minnesota Alright, already Point taken I take myself too seriously to be taking on responsibilities For another day Or, for Christ’s sake, another human being That’s admittedly the problem I really like to be alone But I’m destructive to myself and that’s the only thing I know So come back and this time I’ll try hard not to be an asshole
Am I fury dreaming once again or is this waking life? I can’t decipher Need an expert One to fortify obsessions Or disintegrate To assemble some semblance of plan Let’s start it all over Am I fury dreaming once again or is this waking life? I can’t decipher Need an expert But there’s nobody around Who would be qualified Who would be wont to assist In the grappling of thin air allowing this to persist Is that right? That’s right, right? Could be wrong There’s no way that it’s wrong Until you show me the evidence I’ll show you this mountain of doubt
Analysis 03:58
The last time I was comfortable I was stopped at this gas station in South Dakota Breathing lightly Breathing open air One full day left but I didn’t really care I was all alone Had a steady goal I’d found my passion Just so happens it was waiting in the west When I remember that I get a wistful look It’s half nostalgic Half disgusted Because it’s so textbook Here’s this kid He’s got big dreams Nothing will take them away He doesn’t mind fluorescent lights Spending entire days inside and I hate the way that feels When you don’t realize that you’re naive Till you rewind the tape and see How that’s crushed you That you were never quite as free as it seemed I’m a pillar I’ve got it all together I punch walls sometimes I’ve got scars on both my hands I can’t explain that and if people ask I say I got them playing football in the 7th grade Cause I don’t like the impression it gives Nowadays when you let on that your brain is lived in Face it, kid You don’t have much ground to walk on But that’ll come Just give it time Do you still want it? You know you want it. It’s what you came for It’s what you quote-unquote live for So put up your fists Don’t let anyone in They’ll trust you then They’ll respect you then Is it genuine? Who cares? By the time I finished high school I was insufferable By the end of freshman year Unrecognizable Caring too much Oversharing to oblivion Made sure that folks were cognisant of conditions I was living in I still do that from time to time, but I catch it now And justify ‘It had to be, and this is how’ It’s weird and if I dwell it really bums me out So, in turn, I ignore it which usually winds up OK A stain, sure, but I don’t let it fuck up my day The deprecation knocks but it’s belated The murmurs in my skull remind analysis is overrated When I was a kid Did I imagine I’d have this set of predicaments and sins? Given the choice to begin again I wouldn’t, here’s why On the surface I’m a lucky guy Got a job, I’ve got a home Got a gym membership But yet there’s still a couple hours Out of every 24 I feel like
Blizzard 03:13
Yesterday I walked outside Someone was parked at the light In a Camaro convertible So I walked right back inside Opened my apartment door Equally vexing as it was before And I realized This is my life One day it’ll be over I’ll have survived One hundred years of ‘Tomorrow I’m gonna get it right’ Have you ever looked around Looked yourself up and looked yourself down And thought “Shit.” As someone who passes himself off as effortless You really are quite effortful and stressed Skeptical of anything that counteracts All assumptions that you’ve set like cataracts Try to relax. There’s people right here on the earth who care about you And that makes everything harder because you will it to be so. There’s millions of different worlds lightyears from this one While you guard yourself from having fun What do you think they’re doing there? Do you even care? Back when I lived in a midwestern state Blizzards and blistering cold lent permission Not to go You can’t do much when it’s 8 below The sun’s down early if it comes up at all It’s understood you’re not alone City bus lines are crowded and complicated Laptops glow and everyone’s suntan’s faded But in California what are you supposed to do Besides use your own neuroticism as an excuse? I could be cruising Route 1 or staring at the Golden Gate Bridge But I’m bleaching all my countertops instead There’s plenty of cities and towns here All different and they’re beautiful As the Redwood Forest, the Gulf Stream waters, and you Now we commence the convincing The staggeringly difficult part That this all has just got to be true True for me, too
Bloodwork 00:50
The bloodwork came back only to read A slight deficiency in Vitamin D It’s gonna take more than that to begin to convince me
A funny thing happened to me today While I was standing waiting for a bus to come I started thinking about all the things that I’ve never done All I do anymore is look at my phone To make it better My mind suggests a walk home Googled something within a matter of avenues And I cursed the day I was ever born But that’s just me I make it hard on myself Unnecessarily, or so it seems Could it be That I may thrive On catastrophizing Everything that happens in my life? A funny thing happened to me today While I was idling sideways in my living room I noticed every imperfection on the wall Every particle of dust And I felt the bigger picture I thought ‘How do I fix it?’ How did I not realize just how bad the problem’s got This would all be fine Had I been a bit stricter Conditions correspond directly with the way I fought But that’s just me I find the worst in myself Commit to it Yeah, I get into it Could it be That I may thrive On catastrophizing Everything that happens in my life It doesn’t matter who disagrees I’m fucking up all the time and that’s not wrong I’ve learned to wrangle Never to strangle All of the forces that aim to do me harm It’s all a part of me It’s instability I can’t kill it but that doesn’t mean I’ve never tried It always comes back It’ll always come back Why not invite it and let it stare back? It’ll always stare back Just let it take me It’ll just take over anyway It’ll just take over anyway A funny thing happened to me today Just like everyday
Mineral King 03:14
Matching paint up to apartment walls Same shade of beige the landlord recommended It don’t behave the way, say, blue or green would But it’s lukewarm. And we’re lukewarm. Deloused and friendless here in mid-north Cali Not San Francisco, not quite Silicon Valley It’s by the airport if you know where that is Say ‘Oh sure. Okay. I sure do, yeah.’ Mineral King Stay inside, avoid the dream This is my Mineral King Tear it down, return to scene Isolation to maladaptation Is it honest, are we good to go? Startled email. One week paid vacation. Feeling high till I was feeling low Mineral King Stay aligned, forget the dream This is my Mineral King Lay me out, return to being When up is down You’ve just gotta start wasting your time That’s the only way to find out That you’re okay losing daylight That being coiled up Bursting at the seams feels fine When I am working I am somewhere A stable boy No heart or mind to bear When I am focused I can tune into The weightless, drifting, conditioned, cycled air When I am home I write to-do lists Tape post-its to my door I mounted my TV last night, Then watched it plummet to the floor I watched it plummet to the floor Mineral King Close it down, ignore the dream This is my Mineral King The weird realization there’s no one on your team
I know I didn’t say I was comin’ down I know you didn’t know I was here in town But bay-yay-yaby you can tell me if anyone can Baby, can you dig your man? He’s a righteous man Tell me baby, Can you dig your man?
Fallout 03:14
I didn’t live up to expectations But I’m not really sure who set them I’ll just hide behind an upturned sofa And wait for all the fallout to disperse If you didn’t know Everyone surrounding you is scared To tell you the ways you’re disappointing them Allow me a new rendition of my prototypical self-defense I was wrong Aye, but here’s the rub It was your fault You are surprised, and aren’t we all? I wish I could be around forever Just to see if I could ever Get eight full hours of sleep Then and only then would I feel healthier And ready to face this head on Till then I’ll head off Try to stop smiling I’ll commission a new translation And fill my heart with black Can’t be so bright this time Canned thunder and the eyes of a bobcat Cover up a putrid tone of longing and solitude I’ll watch surfers carving waves purely to spark the mood I said I want you to leave if I’m starting to drain you I said I want you to go if I’m pissing you off that much We’re gonna have to forget all the things that offset you The things that rip us apart into a thousand scattered fragments Oh, fuck it. I wish I could be around forever Just to see if I could ever Get eight full hours of sleep Then and only then would I feel healthier And ready to face this head on Till then I’ll head off Try to start smiling Why, why do I go back to where I know I’m not welcome anymore? Why, why do I think things will work out when it’s rare they come close? Witness the unfolding Where optimism and pessimism fuse to become failure A stark and unspoken of truth
Dread 01:28
Alpha Flight 02:11
Don’t know how you trust I’ll do the right thing I was three quarters of the way to the wrong one Life won’t end, just see the picture in widescreen Help this lost soul who can’t call it over and done In your bedroom now, the tension is tightening Far away from where I learned about days like these You and I both know the world is a frightening place Sometimes when you’ve got people to please And I can’t shake this expression that seems like I, I’m the new sucker here in town. It’s difficult; impossible to ignore that I was thinking about your wedding gown. But that just doesn’t feel right Oh, it just doesn’t sound right I’ll never tell you any of this at all I get the feeling that the gap is widening If I don’t do something now I’ll be alone for a long time Can’t fathom living in a world uncrushed by The constant pressure from the other kind So here I filibuster. Cause that’s all that I can muster and it’s got a certain lustre, doesn’t it? A near stranger in my arms Who’s gauging if I trust her Which I read as stifled laughter, so I flip I never used to succumb to this But I don’t know who her mother is And that’s an improbable new sensation How are we to make any real connection If I haven’t known your face If we’re not from the same place It just won’t work and I’ll be left to shovel through ashes again So now you see why I can’t do the right thing I overthink and wind up doing the wrong one Just bang my head until I end up finding Another lost soul who can’t call it over and done Or I die
Risks 06:31
If you feel you’re wasted and you’re wasting away Well, you might want to consider yourself no one Found you abandoned But now I guess that was wrong It’s such a privilege to misstep when you’re painfully young I haven’t been in this kind of situation in quite a while So bear that in mind and go a little easy on me Slow down Is what they said Slow down You’re letting this all go to your head What’s your angle? Better to leave it alone It’s complicated Just avoid looking at the screen of my phone and protect your own I’m always hunting for new material to use against and to bruise my defense When it can’t be found I create it from scratch Can you really blame me for that? Oh, you can? I take it as an attack How did we get here? Is it worth the trip back? Maybe I better Slow down Not everything is a jab Slow down And you don’t need to grab at Everything that you see that may latch on to your need for Curling like a fetus on your living room floor. You’re in darkness at the moment Eventually someone’ll come and drag you out But for now you’re just a skeleton I know the drill but feel myself starting to crack I write fiction and then I read it as fact Nerve-wracked and overfeeling Heartbroken and still reeling I haven’t slept well in a month or so Maybe I… Yeah, I should probably just go. Well, Calm down Think you like losing your mind Calm down Would you just look at the time It’s Six months on, and that’s been more than enough. May have needed it at first, but fucking pick yourself up. Can’t see much of the world from the vantage point of your window Know you Worry about the way that the public perceives you, but trust in the statistic that they don’t even see you, like a chain smoker talking about needing to quit You could’ve done most everything if you just took risks I’m wasted now so I can’t be sure, but I think I had a good day today Anonymity, my old friend! It’s been so long and it’s a pleasure to have your company again I am no one. Do you read me? I am no one. Can you comprehend? For once, I’m barely thinking about anything For once, I can let the hair grow down the front of my face I can roam wherever I want to I can eat, sleep, drink, I can shit however I want to Cause I am no one It used to be the most harrowing thought To be no one; To be all that I have got Please don’t break me out This is how I would want to go Please don’t heed my shout I’m relaxing the undertow


"Citrosis" by Telethon was made at the Atomic Garden Recording Studio in East Palo Alto, CA from September 24-29, 2015. A raucous and hellaciously fun time was had by all -- except on about day 3 when a car was set on fire FROM THE INSIDE at a nearby boxing gym in a suspected arson incident. That was certainly raucous and hellacious, but not fun.

TELETHON (the band):
• Kevin Tully sings, writes lyrics, and plays rhythm guitar.
* Jack Sibilski is the lead guitarist and sings some backing vocals.
• Alex Meylink plays the bass guitar and sings backup as well.
* Nate Johnson plays the organ, piano, and synth-uh-sizer.
• Erik Atwell bangs on drum sets and plays auxiliary percussive instruments.

* Jack Shirley produced, recorded, engineered, and mixed the whole damn thing. He also made the bell ding and the saw sing on tracks #1, #8, and #12, respectively.

Special thanxx go out 2 Danielle, Markie, Sydney, Danie, Kendra, our mommies and daddies, Marc Maron, Rocky the studio dog, and Qubo the junkyard dog for the structural support they have provided our unit.


released April 1, 2016


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