So Embarrassing

by Capillary Action

So Embarrassing Cover Art
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released 08 April 2008
NLSN004 // Natural Selection Records

All Music & Lyrics by Jonathan Pfeffer
© 2005-2007 Music is Half the Battle (ASCAP)

Personnel:

Jonathan Pfeffer- Vocals, Guitars
Spencer Russell- Bass, Backing Vocals
Ricardo Lagomasino- Drumset, Percussion
Kevin McHugh- Keyboards, Backing Vocals
Zachary Crystal- Percussion

Guests:

Johnny Butler- Saxophone
Matthew Nelson- Saxophone
Andy Hunter- Trombone
Ryan Snow- Trombone
Jeffrey Young- Violin
Jessica Pavone- Viola
Caleigh Drane- Cello

String and Horn Arrangements:
1, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9 by Jonathan Pfeffer
2 and 11 by Kevin McHugh
4, 5, and 10 Kevin McHugh and Jonathan Pfeffer

Percussion Arrangements on 4 and 7:
Ricardo and Lagomasino and Zachary Crystal

Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Colin Marston
Aug-Sept 2007 @ Menegroth, The Thousand Caves – Queens, NY

Design by Nevada Hill
Type Design by Justin Blanks

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Michael Harrist
John DeHaven
Julian Chin
Colin Hacklander

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Track Name: Gambit
You say I’ve got a heavy head
But I’ll keep you at arm’s length
You’re not worth the gamble
You tell me it’s unhealthy
I give and I give and I get nothing back
My misgivings will always be there
I won’t ever let you back in
But you’ll always bring me back to the start
You say I’ve got a heavy head
But I’ll keep you at arm’s length
A leaking mouth and glazed eyes
You’re not worth the gamble
I never have any real reasons
I give and I give and I get nothing back
Deserting the desert for the waves
Cutting off the sleeves in Wichita
I wish I could do just the same
Track Name: Pocket Protection is Essential
Pummel that fucking noise into my head
Make it burn, make it throb
I need a fix-- where is it?
Panda
I’ve lost track of how many times you and yours
Made my stomach twist and revolve
I won’t sit still until you come back and
Pummel that fucking noise into my head
I take solace in the fact you’re as good as dead
You’re as good as dead
You’ve got no worries
No, you don’t
Panda
Into my head
Track Name: Elevator Fuck
Screamed my cracking voice
Until those thoughts were out of my head
At last a soft coat of white to
Preserve another sagging ship wreck
The thrill of the proverbial spill
But I feel like I threw away the clock
Endless was my distended belly
Until I traded one for the other
For a second I let my guard down
And sold out just as fast
I’ll draw it out even further
Until I think it won’t fade
But the feeling is fleeting
I’d feel the chills running through my organs
Then leading me astray
Forcing me to do things I wouldn’t do
Under any pre-prescribed state
Sometimes I think I put too much thought
Into something so short-lived
But the condensed pressure deep inside my chest
I can’t ignore this urge
Track Name: Placebo or Panacea
I’ve already attached the bags of sand to my ankles
I could have gone to bed hours ago
Placebo or panacea
Don’t forget to wear a parachute
Don’t climb up so high on the tree
The secret exit that leads to an intricate trap
A weightless density fastened to my neck
I’m jeopardizing this prospect
I wish I weren’t so impatient
Placebo or panacea
Don’t forget to wear a parachute
Don’t climb up so high on the tree
This is something only I can maneuver
Then the rational part of my brain starts to wander
Track Name: Bloody Nose
Reawakened / Delayed reflex
Mainly defect / Delayed reflex
So close it’s deafening
Bleeding on the asphalt
Reawakened / Delayed reflex
Mainly defect / Delayed reflex
So close it’s deafening
Vacuous
Motionless
Unnerved, I’m at a loss for words
Entropy, I got served
Delayed reflex / Shop keep savior
Track Name: Badlands
I think I heard a sound
My soft stomach’s turning to crumbs
The keys came tumbling out and into the dumpster
I think I heard a sound
There's someone inside the house
Make sure the door is locked
Hammer / hatchet / rock
My jangled nerves still jingle like the keys you stole
My soft stomach’s turning to crumbs
Hammer / hatchet / rock
There's someone inside the house
Make sure the door is locked
Hammer / hatchet / rock
Track Name: Paperweights
My hands ache like paperweights
Crackling bones like bamboo
I swear, son, you’re delusional
I see the morning crack its eyes again
Golden sunbeams turn to charcoal
I can’t break a vicious cycle
Save the last light
Put aside the first light
Track Name: Father of Mine
I should let it go and press reset
I’m still trying to get wise to your games
I should have gotten wise by now
I was so wrong I should be buried
Beneath some large body of water
Bury the hatchet and burn the bridges
Harboring an old grudge so gangrene
Let bygones be bygones but I can’t let up
’92, we came home from the comic book store
You asked me to make a first-grade decision
I chose the cartoons and you walked out
While I clung to the towel in the first floor bathroom
Cure me with false witness
That’s the funny thing about regret
Your anchor I would never amputate
I still sleep with gritted teeth
I wish I could let it go and press reset
I still haven’t let go of that cloth
Track Name: The Chaperone
Clinking glasses drown out all conversation
They’re way past due by 11:30
Soft-focus idiots scramble up the stairs
I stared and drank a gallon of water
Keep the chaperone’s hands occupied
I’m dragging the fun through a salad
But you’re drowning out all the conversation
Deep-seated in a cement-filled gut
I wondered if I was doing something wrong
I stared and drank a gallon of water
Keep the chaperone’s hands occupied
Track Name: Sexy Koala
Koala
Track Name: Self-Released
I’ve exhausted the length of every evening
The thought of both label and woman keeping me at bay
Looking for love in all the wrong places
You’re too concerned with industry
When’s the last time you wrote a song?
A deal would make you think my tune was worthwhile
STOP JUMPING
You’re too concerned with industry
When’s the last time you wrote a song?
You will always be self-released
Looking for love in all the wrong places