Numans EP

by Numans

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released 15 December 2013

We want to send a special thanks to Al Jacob at Warrior Sound for recording and mixing our tracks as well as Jamie King at The Underground Recording NC for mastering them. We would not have been able to release this album without all of their help. We also want to thank John Stavas for taking the photographs used for the front and back of this album and Samantha Song, who designed the text. Also included among the people we need to thank are our families and all of the other people who have come out to our shows in support.
© Benjamin Scott Keoseyan 2013 - Header Photo
© Numans 2013

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Numans Chapel Hill, North Carolina

Numans is a high energy power-pop band comprised of members living in Chapel Hill, Carrboro, and Raleigh, NC. Founded in May of 2013, Numans, whose original members are all University of North Carolina School of the Arts alumni, has quickly made a name for itself in the Triangle music scene. ... more

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Track Name: Monet
Take down the fake Monet;
he’s overrated and he’s misplaced.
Don’t call me a monkey,
when you haven’t read Darwin, or anything else you say.
I’m so tired of hearing you pontificate—
and mentally masturbate.
I’m so tired of how you’re so condescending, so condescending oh oh.

And you can’t even go to a diner,
you want food that’s finer than Rachel Ray.
Well here’s your crème brûlée made out of my ash tray.
And you only know seven polysyllabic words you can say,
but you don’t use them the right way;
please use them the right way

Take down the fake Monet;
he’s overrated and he’s misplaced.
Don’t call me a monkey,
when you haven’t read Darwin or anything else you say.

Take down the fake Monet (x3),
When you haven’t read Darwin or anything else you say.
Take down the fake Monet (x3),
because your so condescending, so condescending oh oh.
Track Name: 8 AM
8 AM. Wake me up.
In another backseat of a car.
8 AM. I wake you up.
Have we lost our home,
For the fourth time in a row?

It's been fourth months now.
They've escaped through my window.
I'm hopping in taxis,
Just to seat which way the routes go.

What's your definition of a sickness,
because I think it's wrong...

I have arrived.
Sleeping on a mattress-floor,
I've lost my friends, but I don't care anymore.
I have arrived.
"You're not the man you used to be."
That's what my mother tells me over and over.
And over again.

Some days, I stay asleep.
When the plugs don't work and the phone is dead.
Some day, we'll keep.
A place to call our own.
Nobody needs to know.

But that's not for years.
No, that's not for years now.
So for today, let's take any bus,
Just to get out of this town.

What's our definition of a sickness,
because I don't think it's wrong.

I have arrived.
Sleeping on a mattress-floor
I've lost my friends, but I don't care anymore.
I have arrived.
"You're not the man you used to be."
That's what my mother tells me over and over.
And over again.
Track Name: Seattle
White walls and empty picture frames.
She's packing up as he's in Spain.
As he packs up, she boards a plane alone.
Old clocks and broken telephones.
No welcome mat; nobody's home.
No welcome back because she's gone.

This story's not meant to make you promise that you love me,
Because I know that you don't love me anymore.
This story's not meant to make you notice that you need me,
Because I know that you don't need me anymore.

The keys have all been given back.
There is no way to get inside.
Inside, there is no life to find anymore.
He's packing up her silver ring.
But it'll never make it home.
Her heart's alive and now she's gone forever.

This story's not meant to make you promise that you love me,
Because I know that you don't love me anymore.
This story's not meant to make you notice that you need me,
Because I know that you don't need me anymore.

Fly me to Seattle,
I can't make the train.
I still have our picture,
In your empty frame.

This story's not meant to make you promise that you love me,
Because I know that you don't love me anymore.
This story's not meant to make you notice that you need me,
Because I know that you don't need me anymore.
Track Name: Lonely City
What's on the menu for tonight?
A pack of Lucky Strikes and sixteen tables just this hour? Oh.
The coffee on your table is leaving rings again.
Too bad your hurry is my burden.

Lonely city, just lull me to sleep.
Lonely city, just lull me to sleep.
Lonely lady, your heart's mine to keep.
Lonely lady, your heart's mine to keep.

Where is everyone tonight?
The four-way street stoplight is changing for no one this hour. Oh.
The coffee on his table is leaving rings again.
I can see in his eyes a heart is burning.

Lonely city, just lull me to sleep.
Lonely city, just lull me to sleep.
Lonely lady, your heart's mine to keep.
Lonely lady, your heart's mine to keep.

We are made of the hearts and the souls of the many who,
perished with coins in their pockets, who slaved for the scrapers and
now lay under the floorboards above kids and coffee beans.
We pray that someday we'll find an out.

Lonely city, just lull me to sleep.
Lonely city, just lull me to sleep.
Lonely lady, your heart's mine to keep.
Lonely lady, your heart's mine to keep.