Spring I'm In

by Ancient Milk

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

  • Buy Vinyl & Cassette

1.
They said our love was a crime They said that two alike should be two apart Then they smiled at us They said our love was a crime They said that the way we were born was a choice we made Somewhere along the way Then they screamed at us They said our love was a crime Then they built their walls so high I guess it’s easier to bury us that way, in all of their misplace shame Then they cried for us They said our love was a crime Can you believe that?
2.
Gamesss 04:01
I’m calling all the sheep out, it’s a subtle bloom I’m ripping all his teeth out in the moonlight room Hide the radio, hide the tune You play your games We played your games I was born so many years ago And I was told anything was possible Yet as I grew, I learned you’d been untrue Is this the world that you wanted for me? We played your games You play your games with all our lives
3.
Dark Fruit (free) 05:53
Crawl up from the floor Maggots at your nose Eatin’ all your bones I am, I am home I made a sugar skull just for you, my sweet I cuddled with a stone just to read your name Bogie at your door Never, ever more Reaching for report Live our lives in lore As I say all of my goodbyes and go to sleep I drift and decline, hold hands with Hades In the summer, we would see The burning down of all the trees Things will die, but they’re reborn The joy of watching kingdoms falling down
4.
+Vibes 03:00
Nowadays it seems to me An endless stream of techno teens Have made a scene of Crying out their lying eyes That’s why I know that I Must take the time to hop online And send them all my positive vibes Send them all my positive vibes I’ll send them all my positive vibes I’ll hop online and send them all my positive vibes With ease you can release Any thoughts you think or please Like those that gripe or those that matter Me, I’d like to do the latter So if you share yourself with strangers Make sure it’s not despair or anger Just send them all your positive vibes Send them all your positive vibes Just send them all your positive vibes When you hop online just send them all your positive vibes
5.
Searchin’ tags for pizza tatts, chicks with cats, and some artful nudes Call me the Beat the way I’m fillin’ my queue Wanna save it for later so I can show it to you #vibecrew2000 Catch me browsin’ I got nothin’ to do All day I dream about sex, well actually I mostly just dream about food Download for free, pay for wax and tapes Shit on my whole life, but no bad days Catch me in the sewer cookin’ slimer on plates If they ask who killed it tell ‘em one of the Greats Y’all ain’t nothin’ but trolls and goblins I’m an ogre with a club and it’s time for clobberin’ Why is swag so coveted when it’s stuff we all get Pull a diamond out my ass cus I got some tight shit Ima blast it, put it in your ass and smash it Run up in the bank and yell “Where the cash at!” Destroyin’ it, killin’ it, straight up Wesley Willis it Killin’ it, destroyin’ it, call me Rod Blagojevich Call me Jim Cramer, call me Diane Keaton We ain’t hungry no more bruh, we eatin’ Attention all rappers, remember one thing: You are absolutely nothing like Martin Luther King While you’re gettin’ icy, watch me gettin’ spicy Call me fourth meal the way I keep you up at night, d Stay fancy
6.
Negator 00:51
Quiet cat has caught a mouse trap Why can’t you count? Don’t you have a heart? With it will you dance? Don’t you have a heart? Tell me when you dance dance dance dance
7.
Sorry I am lost again in my galaxy Aurora Borealis is the kitchen light to me Scientists and solar beams pave a way with ketamine I am only in a dream, yes I am only in a dream Oh there’s heaven in the way you look at me I only wish we were celestial beings Now gazing is subjective to the patterns we see Calculating empires, animals, and greed Crossing eyes, we’re rolling down magnetic fields We’ll travel back in time even if we get ill Clouds roll on, I’m captivated by the sound I hear the sun burning in my mind
8.
If I were to fall asleep, would you come and follow me To the place where thoughts recede, dreams to me are memories And I can’t tell reality from fiction are the books I read If you were to talk to me, it’s likely I’m not listening But don’t take it too personally, I’m just busy being me (Wolf howl) I love you, Margret Farquar (Wolf howl) Mother killed the butler, speak and you flounder (Wolf howl) Clap your hands if you are a friend of bats
9.
Ectocooler 02:47
When I stay up all night, she’s always walkin’ by my side When I’m itchin’ for a drag, she always passes me the bag We eat dead dogs on the street, chew a hole until it bleeds Ketchup oozing down the meat, dripping blood onto our feet Trade a tab and see which one peaks sooner Watch it spiral down into the sewer Piss and paint it’s flowing red and bluer We never spoke words any truer I can’t wait to leave this town, drop my lighter, burn it down Finish up this blackened hash, leave my footprints in the ash We cut dogs off at the feet, watch for witches while they bleed Ketchup oozing down the street, dripping drugs drowned deep in me Read the raptors washed up on the shore Leave the little bastards on the floor Come to the window where the wind blows Try to figure out just where the sun goes La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la We cut dogs off at the feet, watch for witches while they bleed Ketchup oozing down the street, dripping drugs drowned deep in me We eat dead dogs on the street, even though I know they’re not good for me Ketchup oozing down the meat, dripping blood onto our feet
10.
Pulpo 03:41
Rain came down, I was wet Sign ahead warned cyclists of train tracks Much too late, I noticed the groove Wheel locked in, I was flying Body collapses, slid down the asphalt Skin ground, bones bruise Head spinning, hands bleeding Cars pass me by Head spinning, hands bleeding, I’m slipping Cars pass me by Rain falling, I was wet, I was bleeding Tengo un pulpo
11.
Gnarwhal (free) 05:44
Wish I were a narwhal Oh how I wish I were something more Oh how I wish you were so much happier Actually, it’s not I saw it on my wall; Violet skin and dorsal fin? A halo on his head? I knew which way he was goin’; His blue tusk was showin’ All the way to heaven All whales go to heaven

about

Though rising and thriving in the sun-soaked swamps of Central Florida and briefly huddling in the bed-bug infested tombs of Brooklyn, Alligator Indian weren’t truly forged until Spooky B. and Christian Church relocated to the subterranean crystal nexus that is Asheville, NC. There they spent two years honing their art and craft while unfurling a slew of EPs and singles, culminating in their debut LP, Spring I’m In, on San Diego’s Bleeding Gold Records.

Spring I'm In launches opportunely enough at the cusp of the season, but the recording process originally had Alligator Indian beginning work in their mountain retreat, the Rainbow Reservation, shortly after the summer release of their Football EP with Bleeding Gold. The resultant sound files came across like a worn out copy of Simon Reynold’s post-punk opus Rip It Up and Start Again dropped in a vat of lysergic acid diethylamide, if they may be so bold. And if'n they mayn't, let's just say it's pretty not so bad. The aural constructs begin with a blistering sci-fi tale of a world where tyrannical governments mandate who a citizen can become betrothed to. From there, themes and sounds shift between fuzzy post-pop, a cappella bursts of vocals, and industrial cries for contentment.

With all that being said, we ask that you lay down, place headphones around or within your ears, and allow Alligator Indian’s surreal pop to enthrall at least 3 of your 5 senses.

For press inquiries, contact Dwight Pavlovic @ sardanpavlov [at] gmail.com

For distribution, contact Roger Preston @ bleedinggoldrecords [at] gmail.com

For everything else:

alligatorindian.com
bleedinggoldrecords.bandcamp.com

credits

released April 23, 2012

All songs written, recorded, produced, and mixed by Alligator Indian at The Rainbow Reservation, Asheville, NC.

Artwork and vinyl layout by Jack Cusumano
Cassette layout by Dave Sheehan

Digital and vinyl mastered by Joe Goodwin @ Capricorn Mastering
Cassettes mastered by M. Geddes Gengras

Vinyl pressed by Pirate's Press, San Francisco, CA
Cassettes pressed by M2COM

All songs licensed exclusively by Bleeding Gold Records, San Diego, CA

All songs are © Harrison/Torrealba, 2012
All content is © Alligator Indian and Bleeding Gold Records, 2012

license

tags

about

Ancient Milk Los Angeles, California

lift yr head up

contact / help

Contact Ancient Milk

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account