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Staunch reputation,
you can't give a hug without rebound,
bouncing around anxiety bound
for Chinese finger traps wound from
mental gout in your gut that just won't give it up.
Rode the bluff on the bus
that you don't give a fuck,
(but I do, but I do, but I do)
by the blunt, some are just more corrupt and
cops won't (don't) always cuff,
sometimes don't put trust in the government.
Your time turns to rust when you find the fear
thrust inside of us.
It's a wondrous lust:
the golden buzz or the bust.

Cynics live
inside a lie,
they wonder, "why?"

They wonder why
we wander by and
then we die.

They feel
to cry is shy,
they wonder, "why?"

They wonder why
we'd wander by
(we'd live a lie)
and then we'd die.

They wonder why
we wander by
(we live a lie)
and then we die.

You don't,
you don't know so I don't,
I don't care cause you know,
you know where my lies go.

We're so thankful that you're listening to our new EP, “Sincerely, Swimtrunks.” In order to help you better understand the underlying concept and meaning behind it, we'd encourage you to examine the links you'll find in the lyrics of each song. As well, check out our first EP, “Doldrum Dreams”. The two complete EP's represent the struggle to find life’s purpose, an exploration to apathy and back, “Doldrum Dreams” being the internalization of irrelevance, and “Sincerely Swimtunks” an attempt to reinvent life’s motivations. We hope that you too can find solace in our examination and auditory expression of one of life’s biggest questions! =)

Utmost thanks to everyone who helped us make this record. Thanks to Darian Stribling for helping us track so much of this, Jordan Trotter for mastering, Molly Wheat and Ben Drain for their help on Rocket Quaffle, our best friend and roommate Jaren Evans for supporting and aiding at every turn, Jacob "Bubby" Phillips and Reed Gotcher for offering to let us use some of their recording equipment, Jeremy Buethe for letting us use the bass line he wrote for Mr. Mojojojo, Chris Sloan for his comedic lines, and to the rest our families and loved ones most of all.

Credits:
released October 15, 2016

Music, Lyrics by: Couch Jackets
Recorded at: Blue Chair in Austin, AR
Mastered by: Jordan Trotter of Lockheed Sound