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Modern Abrasive

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An EP of power pop character studies by Telethon.

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released November 9, 2018

Produced by Telethon. Engineered by Erik Atwell at the Halloween House (Milwaukee, WI). Mixed & mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden (Oakland, CA). Tracked over the course of a couple weeks in August/September 2018.

Album cover photograph is of Faith Christensen and was taken by Dallas Thompson. Logo by Mikaela Palermo.

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Track Name: Number 45 Sunblock
Listen to Fountains of Wayne
Track Name: Modern Abrasive
I’m on all fours crawling ‘round on a hardwood floor
I’m searching for a contact lens
I wish that I could say it’s the first time, but I just
Fired off a message, said “It happened again.”
And in between blind scans, I hold my face to my phone
And beg the stars that it says that you’re typing
A couple words of encouragement or at least understanding
But, alas, all that I’m reading is nothing

I’m focused on the way that you punctuate your sentences
Not anymore!
I hope it’s not too late
I hope that you can wait a few more hours
‘Til I get home

How am I supposed to get through?
While I’m here there’s not a lot I can do for you
How am I supposed to go on?
When the porch lights are all off and the shades are all drawn

It’s a seven minute drive from the mall to the condominium we share without traffic
But the tricky thing regarding that metric is that there’s literally always traffic
I’m carsick
I conjure up a primalesque scream from my seat
Narrowed in on the hitch of a Tacoma
So in the weeds with excuses that I don’t even notice
That I’m swerving ‘cross the lines in the road

I’m focused on the way that you punctuate your sentences
Not anymore!
I hope it’s not too late
I hope that you can wait a few more hours
‘Til I get home

Why’re these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive?
Modern abrasive, uh huh
Why’re these modern embraces so goddamn abrasive?
Modern abrasive, uh huh

Well, it’s not quite what you wanted
But all the I’s are dotted
Be a pain in the ass to return now that you got it
Oh, somehow you’ve forgotten
War is over if you want it
And it’s easy to see
Throw the caution tape up on it

The average human being lives for around 80 years.
80 years.
Chew on that.
Get back to me sometime.
Track Name: Great America
We got free admission from a case of diet cola
Certificates to take ourselves to Six Flags
That's what I call luck
What could lift us from the muck more than an all-expenses paid trip to Six Flags?!

Sure! I lost my job and
Sure! You had to shave
But onward to the day that we won't care
All we gotta do's snip the coupon from the case
And the world'll see the face we make when we don't care

I was in my room contemplating a tattoo
Until i learned we get to go to Six Flags
Now it seems i have forgotten every stupid want
For soon we'll be delivered unto Six Flags

Yeah! We'll park the van and
Then we'll storm the gate
We'll stay until they kick us out cause we won't care
Problems that we have will simply have to wait
Until the day after the day we say that we don't care

Supersonic gravity-defying steel inverted roller coasters
Smiling happy teen employees pushing button that say
Go into the gift shops, purchase t-shirts
Telling everyone we came
And that we saw
And that we conquered every wrong
That we came
And that we saw
And that we conquered every wrong
That all the bad in both our lives
Burst from our chests in the instant we arrived
That all the pain in both our lives
Burst from our chests in the instant we arrived

And for a single blessed day
From about 9am till 8
We weren't worried, we were weightless
And we didn't care
Track Name: The House on Hyde Street
In vacant lots
In towns the cities say that time forgot
I take my chances
I rendezvous with strangers
Buy their wares no longer needed
It’s my passtime
It’s how I’ve spent my life

Now, I’m not expecting you to validate all I’ve accrued
It’s starting to overtake my living space
This old upright piano
No longer played, maybe never played
Its keys pressed down with Teen Beat Magazines and old fiesta plates

I only hope you’ll understand
I only ask that you will try to comprehend

But you’re just like them!
I can tell from how you hovered ‘round my kitchen
Your footsteps so tentative!
I’m only one small person
In a world so full of material things
I’ve surrendered.
Can’t you see?
I’m one with them.

To you these look like hand-me-downs
The shit other people were throwing out
Some perverted concubine to a woefully warping & stunted mind
You’ll tell all your friends you didn’t have a good time
Attractive enough, but not quite your type
Get out of my house
Get out of my sight
There’s no room for another
It’s already too tight
Goodnight

If you forgot me by now
I’d say everything has gone according to plan
Please let me die here
Alone with my possessions
Sell my bones to someone wholesale and burn my house down
Never think of me again
Track Name: Ur Schedule
A face in the crowd
I can’t believe I picked you out
Of the hundreds or thousands of people at the station today
I could say I wasn’t looking
It’d kinda be a lie
Waited for this moment since the day I came alive
It was 1980, 7:30 in the morning, Springtime

You were on the TV
I was sifting through some file cabinets
Hopeless
But the words you gave inspired
They lit a spark in me
Don’t mean to cause commotion
I’m just trying to get it right
And there’s only one request I have for you

If you could just fit me on to your schedule
I promise that I’ll make it worth your time
If you could just fit me on to your schedule
I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
If you could pencil me on to your schedule
I promise I won’t take too much of your time
If you could just fit me on to your schedule
I can let you get on with your life

I know it might sound crazy
I hear it in your voice, it’s all the same
Been worrying about my future since my future got away
I feel you may have answers
No pressure if you don’t
Could always come up empty, but I’m confident you won’t

All I need’s an hour, or a couple, or a day if you can spare one
What you tell me I will grow
I’ll sow the seeds, you’ll see it
Again, I know, sounds crazy but your voice becomes my own
And there’s only one thing left I’ve to see through

If you could just fit me on to your schedule
I promise that I’ll make it worth your time
If you could just fit me on to your schedule
I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
If you could pencil me on to your schedule
I promise I won’t take too much of your time
If you could just fit me on to your schedule
I can let you get on with your life
Then I can get on with my life

I had a dream last night that you broke into my house and you robbed me of everything that I have and I had to stand there and watch as you carried my possessions out -- except for the ones that you didn’t want, which you threw into my fireplace. Why did I dream that? Lord. I sat bolt upright in my bed with sweat pouring out of my face. That was the worst dream I think that I’ve ever had. That was the worst dream I think that I’ve ever had.
Track Name: Plactus (State of the Union)
The other day on the street some smiling kid
with the ASPCA shook my hand uninvited
i pulled away, smiled back, and dismissed
"Already donate to them."

That was a lie that I told to avoid interaction
It was barely a blip on the radar
Kind of event I’m registering now with only a fraction
of attention as I blitz to a train car

Could be the king of Chicago, or
The top of the pops
But we'll bank it till tomorrow
‘Cause this evening I’m not

Oh, i'm downwind
Over for now
Kick it downstream
Over; I’m worried about

A cactus made of plastic
Made my home feel exotic
Now it's collecting dust and I regret I ever bought it

I watched a crane at sunset
Work on high-rise apartments
The lights clicked on once it got dark
I wondered who was driving it

I wonder what their day looks like
If they have trouble shutting down at night
I wonder if they like their life
If they find it more fulfilling than I find mine

Talkin’ to my therapist now, he says he hears these mullings-over all the time
It's a Midwestern frame of mind
As a people, we compare, we obsess and may well never satisfied

So, consider me envious
If you’re blaming your sign
That sure zips it up easy
Saying stars don’t align

Oh, i'm downwind
Over for now
Kick it downstream
Over; I’m worried about

A cactus made of plastic
Made my home feel exotic
Now it's collecting dust and I regret I ever bought it

Vacation hours rollover
And only getting older
Jogging along the water
I wondered why I bother

I’ve spent whole weeks waking up with a chip on the shoulder
Sorry, not much of a talker
I’ve got no problems getting out of bed it's more the section that comes right after
‘Cause there's at least a dozen things I know that I need to do
And I can't stop turning over doing them
Some of them are milestones, and some disguise as monuments
And I can't discern between the two of them

Guess I haven't really checked in with myself in quite a while
Though i'm almost always thinking about me
Seems like something in the air has changed,
some kind of plate has shifted now
From "Bite me" to "Whatever makes you happy, man”

Downwind
Downstream

Really, I like this plastic cactus
And my dachshund chihuahua
And this person I live with
Sometimes just hit a wall and
Forget how good I got it
Forget how good I got it
Get one some stupid bullshit and
Forget how good I got it.
Track Name: Palo Santo
I was in a bad way
Burned some palo santo to see
Why every day felt wasted and everything meant nothing to me

Saw an ad in the window
At the CBD store that just opened
At the cross street of Ralston and Buford

Only $8.95 for a bundle, it said
It'd calm my immune system
Clear out my head
So, I paid

Something about the sky's shade of blue
Got me in the mood
To start the figuring out

The first time i tried was that night
But I couldn’t find a light
So frustrated i tossed it aside and got high
And watched footage of Blur playing shit off of “13”
from 1998-or-9

The next day I got it right away
Like the start of a joke
And i waved it around
until the room filled up with smoke

And I sat and I basked in the glow of a stick in a bowl
For a half hour or so, I sat and watched a stick burn in a bowl

When it burnt out I smiled. I was satisfied.
Tied the rest of the bundle up
and tucked it in a shoebox i've kept
For a long time, a long time
That I might as well finally uncap a Sharpie and label,
“Artifacts Of Figuring It Out”

Life felt a little different until it, well, didn’t again
Give the city time and you’ll find the city isn’t your friend
Life felt a little different until it, well, didn’t again
Give the city time and you’ll find the city isn’t your friend

I was in a bad way
Burned some palo santo to see
Why every day felt wasted and everything meant nothing to me
Track Name: Sleep, or Lack Thereof
Got a show at Bottom Lounge tomorrow afternoon,
We’re openin’ for the Popes and couldn’t wait to share the news
Set to raise hell. Now it’s slowed to a crawl
And I’m driving myself right over the wall

Now I don’t think I’m falling asleep tonight

Went to buy some Pringles at the 7-11
Some drunken bro was trying to rob the place
Grabbed him in a bear hug and I talked his ass down
He squirmed around a-cryin’ till the cops dragged him out

Now I don’t think I’m falling asleep tonight
Tired but the chatter’s growin’ louder, louder inside my head
Can’t imagine lying here for five more hours, man, I’d rather be dead
Tomorrow won’t arrive for the bloodshot pair of eyes in this bed

Now I don’t think I’m falling asleep tonight

Aquarium drank for these American blues
Took off and I assassined down the avenue
Now I can feel my heart beat and my insides move
All courtesy of money spent on deadbeat saloons

No, I don’t think I’m falling asleep tonight


Tired but the chatter’s growin’ louder, louder inside my head
Can’t imagine lying here for five more hours, man, I’d rather be dead
Tomorrow won’t arrive for the bloodshot pair of eyes in this bed

Now I don’t think I’m falling asleep tonight
No, I don’t think I’m falling asleep tonight
No, we’re never falling asleep tonight

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