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Anyways

by The Boudoirs

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1.
God dies by the wayside In a corner of the night In corners of jet mouths God pants, smeared by movement On a tapestry sublimed With washing instructions It dies as names like Abilene Slip under carotid tongues As connection rides on limitless All power, no innocence Obsession, cry on me now Obsession, cry on me now All on the ennui motorboat Speed over the promise lake All revved up, vultures in the fuzz Transpire as children at play This water spills over From the grind of a million wakes Knee-deep and in rainbows A slurry of platitudes One canon, one canyon One kodak, one ketamine She’s random, they’re in tandem You’re young and you say damn them Obsession, cry on me now Obsession, come on me now God dies by the wayside In a corner of the night In crosses of jet streams God chokes in the paper In the signatures and lines And wanton vacations Get your head out this sad Cavity where light shines Only when something suspect comes up Tilt your head: evening sky Makes for sweet crème brulee Clouds burnt to a dead perfect crisp Put the sub to the sour The low to the lime Baby I feel inclined to get high Get me off in the sun To the honeybee drum Keep me down where I’m yet one more wisp In the straw, in your hair, on the wind At this rate just in time for the final hours We’re a monk and a nun tending grace In havens removed From our sallow race Walk a sleet-spangled path In anemone strides Taking care in our steps like the blind And when rubbing one’s eyes Feels like rubbing one out Lay ourselves on the fluff And go out of our minds Think if God stuck it out, we’d awake Come one stunned afternoon of the roomier orbit But what hand shakes us loose in the prime Had better retreat, it’s not a good time. A mire in my eyes Mire in my eyes Mire in my eyes And in my ire A mire in my eyes Mire in my eyes Mire in my eyes And in my ire Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
2.
I don’t go sailing I’ve never seen the sea And so what Bed, armchair Cool breeze in my hair And places to be Culture hot Grew a pair in my head Having found no fight club In my sleepy shanty And got World-weary So fast it was scary To faraway Chianti And homegrown pot Preached from behind A black perimeter fence You know what purpose is I scoffed Ha pal you’re way off It’s all future tense Lost sleep over nothing But lost it anyway Woke up black-eyed Found a cranny to hide And splendoured away In green Garin waves Sunshine bleeding through What a day lies ahead, step the mast Full speed ahead, sheet home Starts with an archipelago Sultry islands come and go Masterfully I steer Where horizons strip bare And it’s thousands of miles to land I’m dreaming of sand Pouring through my hands In sunset rose romance I’m dreaming of omnipresence Scintillation for the rich and the peasants I’m dreaming of room to stand And room to kneel at the church of the present I dream of believing in no such Thing as love with monitored dosage I dream of letting go The teenage summers I hold hostage Sure as I stood With the dignity needed to brood At the helm of a swan-white schooner Headed for shore, moments before I find myself Naked, cowering, screaming for help On the floor of a creaky rowboat Missing both oars, tossing off course The storm would never settle No beach would pick me up I would snap out, no doubt, Late into the blackout Go to sleep black-eyed Red eyed, inside The same four walls for years And let the dreaming stop And let the dreaming stop And let the dreaming stop Sunshine bleeding through What a day lies ahead, step the mast Full speed ahead, sheet home Overwhelm the lamplight Let it shudder on the wall Make shadows on the wall That I don’t notice A graying little man Is sitting by me at the stern And holding my peace firm In a sleeping lotus He says I’m looking heavy With the weight of self-discord That before I even know I’ll be headed overboard From one corner of my mouth The other choking a cigar I say this is who we are Yeah man this is who we are And I go sheet home Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
3.
Neon Blue 05:29
You live in my mind Like fire lives in a flame There’s nothing else Nothing else belongs I can’t help but find Your face in every frame All photographs Aglow with Your neon Your sunset strip Where stars shine And diamonds drip Every other day I remember the day before When I would think Of you and you alone I let my fingers play With my lips as if they’re yours My hours creep to Your river Of taillights Your fire dance In dreamtime In open trance Your rolling Aurora Your moonwashed snow Your nova Your neon glow If a blackout came Yeah I would never know And everything Would stay profoundly bright I’m blind and all the same I’m sure of where to go The sign is on The glow of Your neon Your sunset strip Where stars shine And diamonds drip Your rolling Aurora Your moonwashed snow Your nova Your neon glow Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
4.
I don't want to wear you out Are the words I use too bright in colour? I don't want to scare you off Am I trying just the right amount here? Go when you decide to go Wouldn't want to keep you so Don't you forget it all anon How you'd be longing for me And how carefully I opened you up And turned the end of the river Into a sea that was all yours I took the dam off the river And made you free I did it with the softest touch Left the angular caress to you baby And little by little you gave Till the world shone in your iris azure Row with all your will to row Wouldn't want to hold you so Long that you forget you're being held We get accustomed to praise, Perfume and slaves And what have I done? Just turned the end of the river Into a sea that was all yours I took the dam off the river and made you free Flow where you decide to flow Nothing ever changes so Don't you forget We're falling rain We're falling rain We're falling rain And some of us will end up On the streets again Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
5.
Horses 05:57
Willows ritalin Some ride Leave my time be, lady Let me hover gently Unprimed For every last moment already Hand over the reins Your horses feel bent They whicker in pain And I can't hear a goddamn thing What incident? You told me when? You told me why? This dinner talk is heading south steady darling An easybake playdate Gone awry Yeah this is what aloha dreams are made of Hello Say what's on your mind You're no reverend's girl I'll answer in kind But so far I can't hear a goddamn thing By nine I'm falling down The child is calling loud This side of savage ends My mouth runs dry Blue willows in chains Appear when I dose My horses my plains Where I can't hear a thing Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff, R. Hoeve
6.
Nothing New 05:01
Baby They don't move me They don't take me far away Oceans and june meadows The Tate Modern and Orsay I'm driving cars that sit as low as the road Over drops washed in rose I'm wearing all the things a double 0 would For whom, God only knows Fuck all the beautiful, there's only you Everyone around Falling on the ground For truly nothing new I got a teacher in a Jesuit robe Serving agua vitae I got a guru in a blue mountain grove Humming Give Love Each Day Fuck all the beautiful, there's only you Everyone around Falling on the ground For truly nothing new It's hollow if it's not a part of you Not a ray of light Not an unseen sight Arouses like you do Baby I've been searching The world over for a way Don't give a damn whether I'm in Rio or Bombay Baby They don't move me They don't take me far away Oceans and june meadows The Tate Modern and Orsay Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
7.
Amarena 03:55
Feel so lonely in your arms So much fire but no warmth So much pleasure in your dome Still Alph ferries me back home Feel so hungry in your arms Greedy locusts come in swarms Come to ravage fields of gold Leave me wanting in the cold In the garden, by the pond Stands a woman, heaven blonde Think I know her, think it's you Makes me want to down a few And die in a heap on the floor Amarena Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff
8.
Juerga 05:58
You say we are White-assed we are In need of sunshine Tequila bars Foreign affairs And shifted gears To jump the railing On wasted years I’m running out of time on my higher goals Running out of patience on little things And you want us on our wings Making our way south to a melting sky Knowing full well I wouldn’t give you peace Iron my lion’s crease to no avail, amigo I’m frail and shaking in my fleece Mine is a bird’s eye view of hell There ain’t a patch of shit, a dried up well That could be missed from where I soar See, you take it in just as before The road spread-eagle and ripe virgin just for you Lifting its hips to let a stranger in on whatsoever’s true Its ageless women on the run From all that’s pure under the sun Baby, I don’t want none, you hear? You can see in my eyes I’m failing sunshine You can see in my eyes I’m failing rain I don’t wanna be close I don’t wanna be close I don’t wanna be here I don’t want to alight On a delicates line In a garden of air You say we are Half-mast we are In dolor town, in Cocoons of tar Whatever lies Between strange thighs Will doubtless change us To butterflies Stop funnel-feeding me the drink The more I get in me, the more I think I think, for instance, that the wind is volatile Raping me, spinning me, shit I’m a turnstile I’m immune to myriad crucifixes and saint saints I’m sane. Tsk tsk. If you’re on board with that, you sure as high hell ain’t God, like a misericordia nun You wheel me out into the sun Aliado I don’t want none, comprende? You can see in my eyes I’m failing sunshine You can see in my eyes I’m failing rain I don’t wanna be close I don’t wanna be close I don’t wanna be here I don’t want to delight In a covenant life When I’m living a tear I don’t wanna be close I don’t wanna be here I don’t want to alight On a delicates line in a garden of air I’m running out of time on my higher goals Running out of patience on little things Come listen how she sings She had a beauty, amigo, you detox after love While I soak it in With my feet above My head Lyrics by Y. Sheremetieff

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Anyways was recorded in Edmonton, Canada in the Spring and Summer of 2011.

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released October 7, 2013

The Boudoirs:
Ryan Hoeve (6-, 7-, 8-, 12- string guitar)
Andrei Poukhovski (Chapman Stick)
Yvan Sheremetieff (vocals, piano, synths, percussion)

Additional vocals on God Dies by the Wayside, The Mydriatic Sea, and Juerga by Nadia Chana
Drums recorded by Jimmy Bourbon at La Strontsa, Roma.

Written by Y. Sheremetieff, except Little Man in the Dreamboat (written by Y. Sheremetieff, R. Hoeve, A. Poukhovski), Horses (written by R. Hoeve, Y. Sheremetieff, Andrei Poukhovski), and Amarena (written by Y. Sheremetieff and R. Hoeve)

Produced and arranged by The Boudoirs
Mixed by Real Cardinal
Mastered by Y. Sheremetieff

Cover art by Delphin Enjolras

We express deep gratitude to our families and friends for listening and supporting. And thank you, Real Cardinal, Gary Joynes, Paul Schmitz, and Feo Poukhovski-Sheremetyev, for the invaluable technical support.

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Ryan Hoeve / Andrei Poukhovski /
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