Too Much

by Bridal Party

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1.
Tylenol 02:55
No bad days, give me tylenol I prefer to pretend Poolside recital hall I don’t need to go through this again You feel good in a bathing suit You say, “I’m so blue, I always forget to eat lunch” Break-ups shrink you, although You grow heavier with sorrow Oh, wind me in I’m drifting I get low with the promise of lifting Conversation I’m half awake on the pullout couch Haven’t brushed my teeth Same time tomorrow at the kitchen window Peeling an orange feels like a treat We need malaise, no tylenol It’s powerful to know your dark devotion If you’re gonna go down Find the deepest well and scour the bottom Oh, wind me in I’m drifting I get low with the promise of lifting Crest and trough Get high and cough Baby in a crib Young adult in a loft
2.
Too Much 03:11 video
Every time I catch the flu I dream of how many pounds I might lose Shallow navel, thick chagrin Oh, I’m so impressed my appetite hasn’t kicked in Body becomes a fleshy burden I am pining for the woman unafraid to ripen Doing push-ups on my knees As I digress from corporeal honesty I feel too much / not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina If I’m to have the king’s baby I gotta feed the fire of fertility But even with a belly full of lovin’ He still complains about the size of my oven! I feel too much / not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina The influence is clear Subtleties abound in a two-faced mirror I feel too much / not enough Safety in self love Vanity has stamina
3.
Play it cool and on time In the gallery light Onstage with your crush Kick it outside in the rain Clutching our instruments He says that you sing And when you do are you an alto? Do you dance or stare? Do you see him or what? One more face I might forget In the crowd with cigarettes— Why ask for so much? Oh, jukebox cutie hanging around Silver necklace in her mouth Thinking on what song might come next “Choose a classic”, she requests With an opening act like that is the stage set, The action, a script? I’d be untrue if I sung to you At all of cruel love Of conquest with time But I remember leaning near in a window Pilsner and clove The party had thinned Celebrating someone that we both loved And getting close To that song we’d both know Oh, jukebox cutie playing around Silver necklace hanging down Thinking on what song might come next; What’s your favorite? What’s the best? Jukebox cutie I’m seeing now Laughing cross-legged on her couch I’m thinking on that song: Who am I to refuse a friend? The no-sound of record needle descending Who am I to them in the end, if not a special friend, someone to sing with?
4.
Speak Easy 02:54
Baby I’d tell you how I’m feeling But expression has its bounds Oh look, you’re painting again Are you the canvas, oil, easel— Brush soaked in blue? Speak easy / speak freely / speak to me Of anything worth sharing Cry as you comb knots from my hair How can I show you I care? I made up my mind To change up my look Soft spoken, yet Covered in cues Say what You've been meaning to Take it from my dewy iris Faint blush of light from me to you Speak easy / speak freely / speak to me Of anything worth sharing Cry as you comb knots from my hair How can I show you I care? I made up my mind
5.
Saltwater 03:42
My schedule is empty It’s clouding my vision Take the train without payment Where I read novels and nod off a bit In fiction like quick dreams The surreal can be ugly A shadow you recognize Metaphor, plot device I wake up to the station lights Visions of wasted days Saltwater baptized Confide and sunbathe Sun cuts your raw face A spoonful of honey A warm shrine of sleep I nurse my tobacco I cough into my sheets Jesus won’t save you He ain’t a physician Just make time for dancing Listen to Otis in the kitchen I recycle the trash in my mind Visions of wasted days Saltwater baptized Confide and sunbathe Sun cuts your raw face Birds on a wire The bells dripping through A repetitive prayer: May I have nothing to do
6.
I have the freedom to make my own decisions That don’t mean I, don’t mean I have permission To use everybody as a step Climbing to the ambiguous dream of casual sex Does it do you right? Casual sex Does it do you wrong? When I’m naked I feel valuable I do what I want My body is under my command If I feel naughty, I might decide to lie under a man Seduction is so easy, but pleasure’s never perfect I don’t feel unholy, but I’m getting dressed It didn’t do me right I’m getting dressed I’m going home for the night When I’m naked I feel vulnerable I don’t know what I like This illusion don’t live up to its name I am confused and overwhelmed at the extent of my parade I go to a show, I say the music is enough But I know that my reasons are a little more corrupt Want you to do me right I’ve had enough Take me home for the night When I’m naked I am malleable Where is the line?
7.
Wells 02:06
Enter there Sightline descending downstairs Into a dream, in gray and white Two coy fish below swim orange in the splayed moonlight I was perched near that small wonder Who knows what was on my mind Each day, hardly the same Still, something consistent refrains It’s a joy and it’s strange Dawn Colour Under water In visons See you later Yes, I know I’m blessed But still it’s something to realize When black water wells up in me My joy, I can’t recognize
8.
Nectarine 03:24
Bite into a nectarine Juicy magazine Spreading hesitation Thinking out of a factory Satisfy me quickly I have no time to mourn Void, concise apologies in paradise Limping to the lap of temptation My hands are plastic Tactile Disaster Clouds crack Oh, look out the window Bliss verges on boredom As ignorance regulates the reckless The night sucks in light Deep down earthy dark human My hands are plastic Tactile Disaster Clouds crack Oh, look out the window look out the window Nectarine pulp stuck in my teeth Do I spit the seeds? Or swallow and let go?
9.
Armour 04:31
What keeps me on my knees, Formless? Gives me the strength I need Conform me to it When I take my jacket off Formless What do I still have on? Conform me to it Armour of arrogance There again Armour of arrogance Wearing thin What keeps me on my knees, Formless? Gives me the strength I need Conform me to it When I take my jacket off Formless What do I still have on? Conform me to it Armour of arrogance There again Armour of arrogance Wearing thin
10.
Attention 04:05
I will entertain, but I fail to connect I’m a representative of pseudo-confidence I exaggerate a very small part of me My verbal discomfort forces me to agree I’m down on my knees I’m down on my knees Attention whore I beg for more Oh, I’m famished Attention whore A connoisseur Feed me, or I’ll vanish I perform to impress Pathetic need, aesthetic greed I’m motivated cosmetically Turn me into a hair-dryer I’ll blow you away Spinning sticky webs to catch all of my praise My mama said: I’m not Madonna But mama, I wanna I wanna be in the middle So loose and so brittle Oh, I’m famished Attention whore Room Decor Feed me or I’ll vanish I’ll vanish, I’ll vanish I’ll disappear in a panic I’ll vanish, I’ll vanish I’ll disappear in a panic Attention whore A wild bore I don’t think I can manage Attention whore I beg for more Feed me or I’ll vanish

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released August 23, 2019

Bridal Party is Suzannah Raudaschl, Joseph Leroux, Jordan Clairmont, Lee Gauthier, and Adrian Heim

All songs written by Bridal Party
Produced by Lee Gauthier and Bridal Party
Recorded and mixed by Lee Gauthier
Studio Engineering by Sondra Moyls
Mastered by Phillip Shaw Bova
Artwork by Nada Hayek

Recording took place at Infinity Studios in Victoria, BC between September 2017 and September 2018

With help from friends:
Sean Kennedy: writing and keys on all tracks except Tylenol, Speak Easy, and Wells
Liam Gibson: writing and keys on Attention
Liam Epp: cello on Tylenol, Too Much, and Saltwater
Elijah Schultz: vocals on Too Much and Attention


Released on Kingfisher Bluez

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