Data, these reams of data
Feed ‘em to the servers, it’s automatic
Static, dreaming of static
In and out of fashion and back to the attic
And when I awoke I was sure it was true
But it’s not to me to prove: invisible groove,
I can’t explain how it moves
So, I told you a lie
That I got it, I told you I got it
And as I went stumbling by
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
Matter, it doesn’t matter
Fork in a socket, a plugged bottle rocket
Platter, served on a platter
Face in a locket, tried it and knocked it
And when I get home I wanna see you
and leave all else behind
I think it’s a sign; could just be a rhyme
So, I told you a lie
That I got it, I told you I got it
And as I went stumbling by
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
credits
from Country Life in America,
released September 15, 2023
Charlie Kaplan – Lead vocals, lead and rhythm guitars, bass
Andrew Daly Frank – Lead guitars
Pat Kelly – Drums
Matt Lipkins – Backing vocals, organ
Ian Wayne – Backing vocals
Winston Cook-Wilson – Piano
Cole Kamen-Green – Trumpet
Alec Spiegelman – Saxophones
Jason Burger – Percussion
Written by Charlie Kaplan
Produced by Ian Wayne
Engineered by Ian Wayne and Nico Hedley
Mixed by Nate Mendelsohn
Mastered by Carl Saff
This is becoming one of my all-time favorite live albums. Outstanding setlist of some of her best songs, the band on point, and just a beautiful performance. jae
Epic, folksy psych-pop, diligently crafted from sessions recorded in a beach studio and an old San Francisco mansion. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 9, 2015
Nico's songs burrow their way into your heart and take up residence, redecorating with lots of tchotchkes, pacing around and reciting Dickinson poems while sipping whiskey 'til your heartbeat starts swinging in 3/4. I couldn't possibly be more biased, but I feel certain that even if I didn't love this boy I'd find this album to be an utterly wrenching masterpiece. Benedict Kupstas