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Attic Static Sticker Star

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Attic Static Sticker Star is a free journaling collaboration between Chattanooga power duo The Normal Knees and the Nehemiah Foundation for Cultural Renewal. Raw, tough, earnest, and full of feeling, Attic Static is what grunge was made for.

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released March 25, 2016

Written/Performed by The Normal Knees

Produced by Michael Minkoff
Mixed by Josh Jackson, Michael Minkoff, and Justus Stout
Mastered by Tim Friesen

Recorded at Cubed Root Sound, Sugar Hill, Georgia
for the Nehemiah Foundation for Cultural Renewal (RenewTheArts.org)

Cover art by Clayton Schmidt, Rusty Hein, and Michael Minkoff (Yes, it took three of us.)

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The Normal Knees is a Chattanooga-based power duo whose musical free-journaling exercises attempt to fuse experience and narration through the evocative immediacy of alternative grunge.

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Track Name: Audrey Lang Syne
You’re not sleeping, are you? Are you?
You’re getting cold feet, aren’t you?
Papier mâché your hopes away.
Old acquaintances won’t stay.
As Leonard puts his head out the window.
Leonard puts his head out.

Don’t you worry about Audrey’s mind.
Just sing, sing, sing to me
about auld lang syne.
You built a labyrinth not once but twice,
and now I’m coming in to find you there.
To find you there.

Oh my guts got carried, carried.
Shiver when those eyelashes get married.
Joe Jackson Kennedy may seem cool,
but his habits are so very cruel.
Kick his teeth in before I let him touch you.
You know I’ll kick his teeth in.

Don’t you worry about Audrey’s mind.
Just sing, sing, sing to me
about auld lang syne.
You built a labyrinth not once but twice,
and now I’m coming in to find you there.

Sing, sing, sing.
Sing, sing, sing.
Sing, sing, sing.
Sing, sing, sing.
Track Name: Next to Nothing
Who was that kid?
He had a fit.
Talking about some strange new currency.
Shaking around on 14th street.

I thought he was a prophet or a witch,
’cause he’s giving out the product with no hitch.

Next to nothing, don’t be sad. Next to nothing.
(You chose all of that.)
Next to nothing, don’t be sad.
You chose all of that.

Wearing worn-out sneakers starting to tear.
Living in the back alley, acting so unaware.
And the garbage man guesses no one’s there,
so he separates the output like he doesn’t care.
No, he doesn’t care.

Next to nothing, don’t be sad. Next to nothing.
(You chose all of that.)
Next to nothing, don’t be sad.
You chose all of that.

Next to nothing, don’t be sad. Next to nothing.
(You chose all of that.)
Next to nothing, don’t be sad.
You chose all of that.

You chose all of that.
Track Name: Bad Luck Charm
I've seen you in the ballpark stands.
You're always and forever making plans.
I'm thinking you're better at everything,
so I'll be alone tonight and every coming evening.

I'm a king, waiting only to disarm.
’Cause that’s the lot in life of a bad luck charm,
that’s the lot in life of a bad luck charm.

At the freeway in the freezing rain,
it was snowing just before the day you came.
Silently pining ’til we went out dining,
then I ran out of money too fast—bad timing.

Your face always floats with a sense of alarm,
’cause you’re on a date with a bad luck charm.
You’re on a date with a bad luck charm.

I'll meet you after work where it’s warm and dry;
there’s about a thousand nails stuck in your eye.
I’m somehow nowhere and looking away.
You wanna know me, but I’ve got nothing to say.

You oughtta pass me up.
You oughtta move right along.
Stop wasting your time with a bad luck charm,
wasting your time with a bad luck charm.
You're wasting your time with this bad luck charm.
You’re wasting your time with a bad luck charm.

Bad luck charm. Bad luck charm. Bad luck charm.
Track Name: Pilot G8
Come out to meet the brand new gang of cohorts.
You found noise in your body as it contorts.
You pawned out the last, gave out the address.
Do you think it’s enough to keep away progress,
at least for now?

Apology eight: everything’s feeling great,
But everything’s wrong. Everything’s wrong.
Apology nine: everything’s feeling fine.
But everything’s wrong. Everything’s wrong,
and nothing really belongs.

Go away for a day, and the tenseness returns.
But you stick around too long anyway ’til it burns.
I thought maybe it was your sensitivity.
I thought maybe it was a desperate attempt to leave.

Apology eight: everything’s feeling great,
But everything’s wrong. Everything’s wrong.
Apology nine: everything’s feeling fine.
But everything’s wrong. Everything’s wrong,
and nothing really belongs.

I don’t really belong. Nothing really belongs.

Apology eight: everything’s feeling great,
But everything’s wrong. Everything’s wrong.
Apology nine: everything’s feeling fine.
But everything’s wrong. Everything’s wrong,
and nothing really belongs.

(I’m sorry.) Nothing really belongs.
(I'm sorry.) Nothing really belongs.
Track Name: Gold Taker
Following the storm, you followed the rainbow down.
Treasure-hunting kid, what is it you found?
It was nothing new that you stole.
No treasure chest, just some pot of mold.

Gold digger, with your finger on a trigger.
Gold digger, with your finger on a trigger.

Put a crown on your head
in spray paint ink.
Graffiti monarchy, I guess
it’s your new thing.

Queen of the department store parking lot
with a mind of coiled ropes
all full of knots, who knows?

Gold digger, with your finger on a trigger.
Gold digger, with your finger on a trigger.

Westbound on the interstate, you’re running away.
Cashed the check too late, but just in time for Valentine’s Day.
Westbound on the interstate, you’re running away.
Cashed the check too late, but just in time for Valentine’s Day.

Gold digger, with your finger on a trigger.
Gold digger, with your finger on a trigger.
Gold digger, with your finger on a trigger.
Gold digger, with your finger on a trigger.
Track Name: Baseball Diamond
He was blowing dust on the rest of us
the day the season came without hope for rain.
I was stuck in the car with no one to talk to, to talk to.
It was getting real hard for me to see through, to see through
your impossible code, and your maps and legends keeping
your cards so close from your very friends.

So won’t you walk walk with me to the baseball diamond?
I was pushing a thought to the back of my mind.
So won’t you escort the girl to the baseball diamond?
You can tell her some bullshit childhood story
of how your sensitive nature made you a saint,
so she’ll lift up her shirt without making complaint.
’Cause that’s all you’re after in the end
when you walk walk with me to the baseball diamond.

Made a carbon copy of the moment,
so I fished it around inside my head.
Stuck a bookmark inside that sentiment;
put it on the windowsill beside the bed.
So it’ll be there when I want it,
and it can be ignored when I don’t.

So won’t you walk walk with me to the baseball diamond?
I was pushing a thought to the back of my mind.
So won’t you escort the girl to the baseball diamond?
You can tell her some bullshit childhood anecdote
of how your sensitive nature made you a saint,
so she’ll lift up her shirt without making complaint.
’Cause that’s all you’re after in the end
when you walk walk with me to the baseball diamond.
That’s all you’re after in the end
when you walk walk with me to the baseball diamond.

Baseball diamond. Baseball diamond. Baseball diamond.
Track Name: No Name Player
Meet me on the north side of town.
I’m only going one way for now.
Staring at these bits of glass, as they get in my shoes.
They're pricking at my feet and reminding me of you.
Of you.

They drove by in a newly fixed car
and smelled like somebody with an unbroken heart.
Said “I’m feeling pretty okay so far,”
using words like spit in some tobacco jar.

So you got all dressed up for nothing?
What exactly is it that you’re wanting?

Stood around inside the tabernacle.
All the patrons of this metropolitan temple
were buying neon shoes in the brand new seasonal line.
Didn't seem that different from these habits of mine.

All signs indicate you’re telling me something.
So sick, sick and tired of this pushing and shoving,
pushing and shoving.

Just a no name player. Just a no name.
Just a no name player. Just a no name.
Just a no name player. Just a no name.

Wanted to be different from all that.
I guess I just got caught up in the draft.
The delusion is so far gone, but all of the aesthetics remain.
Another no name player in this game.
Track Name: J Violet
Saw Jenny Violet. She was pretty out of it.
With an agenda strung in her hair and way too much time to spare.
Saw Jenny Violet. She was pitching some new fit.
Antiquing for something rare, dressed up and going nowhere, nowhere.
Going nowhere.

Who has stamina for all of this?
They’re pushing back Russia like nails in a closing fist.

She was on a carousel, living in a waking hell.
She’s like daytime TV—all the feelings coming back too quickly.
Has anyone seen Jenny Violet?
Last I knew, she was taking another hit.
Do you know that girl? Do you know the one I mean?
She was just about the saddest kid I'd ever seen.

Has anybody seen Jenny Violet?
Has anybody seen Jenny Violet?
Has anybody seen Jenny Violet?
Track Name: Thistle
Demoing down the old salt mounds.
Instruction will kill you real soon now.
Getting religious, it’s a brand new behavior.
So what changed from when you weren’t with her?

I’ll bet he crowds me ’til I die.
I’ll bet he’s a thistle in your eye.
I’ll bet he’s around and never not.
He’s the one little thing that I forgot.

Is it harder to like things when they’re here?
Is it more difficult to see them when they’re near?
You’re digging your nails in my hands and my wrists,
like the spurs.
So what changed from when you weren’t with her?

I’ll bet he crowds me ’til I die.
I’ll bet he’s a thistle in your eye.
I’ll bet he’s around and never not.
The one little thing that I forgot.

Some possible guard for your comfortable cave
was hinting to you that I was running away.
And some dandy kid knew not to dress to deter.
So what changed from when you weren’t with her?

I’ll bet he crowds me ’til I die.
I’ll bet he’s a thistle in your eye.
I’ll bet he’s around and never not.
The one little thing that I forgot.

He’s a thistle. He’s a thistle. He’s a thistle.
He’s a thistle. He’s a thistle.
Track Name: Armistice
I’ve got a mind to tell you off,
for the fronts you devise
are subtle enough
to kick me in the eyes.
By the time you surmise,
the moment will be gone
’cause opportunity took the long way
around

There’s always someone breaking down the door
interrupting dreams with news of the latest war.
But all you can think about is how nothing surprises you anymore.
So you roll over to let them talk.

Standing under your own front porch light
by a car with its own two set of eyes
waiting only to be taken away by a driver
who keeps changing his face.

There’s always someone breaking down the door
interrupting dreams with news of the latest war.
But all you can think about is how
nothing surprises you anymore.
So you roll over to let them talk.

There’s always someone breaking down the door
interrupting dreams with news of the latest war.
But all you can think about is how
nothing surprises you anymore.
So you roll over to let them talk.