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Poised to Break

by Sunday's Best

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Let's make a list of our abuses, swindles and violated truces. Count up the scars and fading bruises, weave no shame. Spread the loot out on the table. See yourself as new Abel? Think you've met some true criminals? You just wait. And you think that you're so smart... Think this is the hard part? We've only just begun to see the ugliness start! Learn to celebrate corruption. Dig in deep to your dysfunction. Save the judgments and assumptions, there's no blame. Just one kiss before it starts... Think this is the hard part? We've only just begun to see the ugliness start Maybe this is somewhere to start, Makin' this The Hardest Part...
2.
Bruise-blue 03:41
Hey, even if your world stops now It wouldn't mean anything, I'm sad to say Because all splashes are ripples from the distance -- Then rings of waves... Turn them a deaf ear I figured it out, now I'm tired I'm putting my arms down and turning away And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving But I can't hear anything - Not today... Turn them a deaf ear Get it off my back I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses Figured it out now Putting my arms down Figured it out now Putting my arms down She was the queen of the mistakes, until you made her a saint...
3.
Go Before we both Start to say some mean shit That we cannot let go You know it's broke And I am such a train wreck Getting attention but forgetting lessons I know Remembering presents and cleaning up messes I don't These are the things that separate you and me That's why I'm telling you so: Animal-shaped hedges and white, picket fences Unknown I know alone... Go Before we both Start to say some mean shit That we cannot let go You know it's broke And I am such a train wreck Ignoring caresses and putting up defenses I know (Such a trainwreck) Subtle persuasion and communication I don't (Such a trainwreck) I broke its wings but tried to teach it to sing... And maybe I should have known (Such a trainwreck) Animal-shaped hedges and white, picket fences Unknown I know alone... Do you want to see how much I can take? Can't you just leave bad enough alone? Go Before we both Start to say some mean shit
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Saccharine 03:48
Who is the new toast of the town? Who is new face of rage? Why do need familiar sound? Why do we need another anthem for the crowd? [Chorus] "We want it and we want it now!" Why do I smile when I know it's sour? (I was too drunk to fight you) We "savages" don't need a saint (I think someone should try to) I'd like to think this is our hour-- (I am too dumb to spite you) So here it is a saccharine anthem for the clowns "We want it and we want it now!" Now now now now now now Another anthem for the clowns
5.
I can't believe he's such a sore loser "Maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers." Raise up the glass and toast the motherfucker "Just move along." How did you get that bruise up on your shoulder? You are so Sisyphus, just pushing on your boulder Someday you'll take a break When you're older you just move along I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored And they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover So I severed his hands and glued them to her mother Just glued them on Just what is it about Indian Summer? Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors That just move along? Just move along...
6.
I found the picture of us in the yard Somethings are lost and somethings I guess get found You had that shirt on, you loved the Cars You always wore it, I never got that sound You had that cat; just what was its name? I can't remember, it's not important now I never wonder where you are now I just forgot it. Maybe I should write shit down? Was that the day I lost your keys When we were stoned at the beach? Maybe someday you'll let me know There was a summer, days in the sun Until September. Its not important now When was your birthday? Pearl Harbor Day? And I forgot it, next time I'll write it down I hate nostalgia. It tries too hard To remember only the easy parts Now I wonder where you are now I can't forget it, now that I wrote it down Was that the day my calls were screened? I saw the caller ID Maybe someday you'll let me know Was that the day that I was seen Kissing your friend on 3rd Street? I never thought that I was mean How could I have not seen? Maybe someday I'll let you know I never thought that I was mean How could I have not seen? That was the day, that was the scene I just rewrote the ending Maybe someday you'll let me know
7.
The girl you used to tease is Rolling up her sleeves She finds everything she needs In the pages of the books she reads So angry all she tastes is flame Her heart it churns in beats like trains In beats like trains In beats like trains What you do and don't believe Doesn't mean a thing to me Who we are to some degree Are the promises we choose to keep So angry all she tastes is flame Her heart it churns in beats like trains [Chorus] We will speak before we know Will we reach but never go We are all flame [Chorus][x3] In beats like trains[x4] So angry all we taste is flame With hearts that churns in beats like trains Take drugs and stay awake for days [Chorus][x5]
8.
Drank it up slowly As I looked at the only People in the room “It's ok to admit that You have been laughed at,” Said Mr. Deacon Blues Then some broken fool laughed And hi-fived the bar back “I'll have another round.” Raised it up to the ceiling, said “This one with feeling! What's the matter with this town?” If I look like a mess, I must be a mess... Kick snare and hi-hat Crushed cigarette pack 2 is coming soon Kids on a wall plaque “AYSO Champs, Summer '92.” “Good hands don't deserve this.” “Maybe someday you'll learn kid that Silence is a sound.” Raise it up to the ceiling “Make this one with feeling.” We'll drink until we drown… If I look like a mess, I must be a mess: Turning on and off and on and on and off and on...
9.
Winter-owned 02:50
With a smile, in a while You go do what you have to do With that smile you'll be sitting fine Just a little bit out of line Mr. Out of Line, save the platitudes You give me attitude, I'll give you attitude [Chorus] Angels in the snow You got it? You got it? Always cold, all alone and winter-owned With a wink and a sigh Your only hope is alibi With an alibi you'd be sitting fine Just a little bit out of time Mr. Out of Time, show some gratitude You give me attitude, I'll give you attitude [Chorus][x4] And winter owned And winter owned [Chorus]
10.
When did this get so hard? If you think you're so smart Then tell how can anything So good fall apart? You say it got "too dark." What does that mean anyway? May 1st, Griffith Park Stayed up all night and talked And talked and talked Locked our stuff in the car And for hours just walked And walked and walked Congratulations, you're half the way there. You've almost made it... It's a victimless crime They say it all the time "Some things weren't meant to be." Maybe one day you'll find That someone who shines For everything we got There's some thing we want And want and want It's there in the dark We are now free to walk And walk and walk Congratulations, you're half the way there. You've almost made it...
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Today, I'm doing fine. Heading north on the I-5. I write to tell what I'm seeing: Beyond the frontage road, the earth is combed in rows. I remember that trip to the sea. Simple minds need simple vice. Love my friends, hate my life. Our broken hearts, sore to the touch... You never believed me. Simple vice for simple minds... The day was cold but bright. You'd slept through most the drive. I watched the fog from your breathing. You in your navy coat, staring at the boats, "I love how they're always leaving..." The problem with looking back is we romanticize the past. The present isn't so easy... Simple minds need simple vice. Love my friends, hate my life. Our broken hearts, sore to the touch... You never believed me. Simple vice for simple minds...
13.
We all wrestle with "souls" To find the goodness we know To find that we're in a maze all the days... Two anxious lovers wrestle in the snow And the first kiss turns to throwing blows And they kiss each other on the face And hit each other in the... Sons of the second string, we are the waterboys! Which is the lessor of blows, The kind that punctures and slows Or the kind that kisses bestow? Who's to say? Two anxious lovers wrestle in the snow And the first kiss turns to throwing blows And they kiss each other on the face And hit each other in the... Sons of the second string, we are the waterboys! By God's grace we'll save the day... Have faith in your little sons of second fiddle now!

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Poised To Break--a CD title displaying the haughtiness of a band, or a humorous jab at the state of the Indie Rock scene? A fickle scene where many have the sounds and smarts to make it with the masses, but instead we get hammered with watered down diet grunge from too many bands that sound too much alike. In all actuality, never has a CD title fit the sound contained within so well. The only other title that would've worked would be "10 Kick Ass Songs You Should Spend Your Milk Money On."

You know how sometimes a song can awaken a long forgotten memory or make you reminisce about parts of your life? Like a half forgotten childhood summer. That's this entire CD. Tracks like "Bruise-blue" and "White, Picket Fences" brings an emotional upheaval of memories that you can't pin down. The lyrics, music and vocals all blend together in a perfect pop smoothie. You can hear possible musical influences throughout the CD as well. "Saccharine" and "Winter Owned" gives you a harder Knapsack type quality in places, but "Where Is Pearl Harbor Day" demonstrates a pure pop innocence that is lacking from many of the bands out there now. Then we have the bonus untitled instrumental track at the end of the CD which is purely an audio delight. These guys can meld with their instruments in a state of perfection to create a flow of sound not to be rivaled. Watch out Pele! Being an instrumental, that is the only tune on the CD that doesn't demonstrate Sunday's ability to give each song lyrical progression--like a story unfolding, instead of writing a catchy song just to have a catchy song. You become part of the story behind each track and from there you're lost in the CD until it comes to what will seem like an abrupt end. Not because it doesn't flow well, but just for the plain and simple fact that you want more and more!

All in all, this CD is an amazing mixture of early Sunny Day Real Estate, the new pop sense of Promise Ring and bits and pieces of Built To Spill. But the best part is that they can take those sounds, add their own style and flavor to come up with a CD that once you listen to all the way through will stamp you for life. But just remember that if you look like a mess, you must be a mess.

Jeff Turner - Hybrid Music Reviews

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released October 31, 2000

Ed Reyes - Lead vocals and bass guitar
Ian Moreno - Guitars and keys on 6
Pedro Benito - Guitars and bass of 6
Tom Ackerman - Drums, backup vocals and guitar solo on 7
Blair Shehan - Guitar and co-writer on 6

Recorded digitally and produced by Tom Ackerman and Sunday's Best.
Transferred to 2" analog, mixed and mastered by Tony Lash.

Music by Sunday's Best (Ackerman, Benito, Moreno and Reyes), lyrics by Ackerman and Reyes. Published as AIR CORYELL MUSIC (ASCAP).

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Sunday's Best Los Angeles, California

Sunday's Best was a Los Angeles-based indie rock band that was active from 1997-2004. Band members were Edward Reyes, Ian Moreno, Tom Ackerman, Pedro Benito and James Tweedy. The band released 2 full lengths and 1 EP. Associated bands are The Jealous Sound (Benito), The Bronx (Tweedy), The Little Ones (Reyes and Moreno), The Kite-Eating Tree and Skiploader (Ackerman). ... more

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