Mud Pies or Bread and Wine?

by Jay Tholen

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02:51
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01:46
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02:00
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03:34
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03:19
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04:38
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This is more of a loose, crusty, and fun release than the past few in the Jay Tholen catalog. At least since The Usurper Must Die!!! Took some risks, used some oblique strategies, and had a generally good time while recording. Enjoy.

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released 03 August 2011
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Travis Woodson - guitar on 4 and 12

Christine Tholen - girly vocals, violin

Bekah, Nina, Zoie - shouts of "Hooray" and "Woo!"

Michael, Mary Sarah, Haley, Brianna, Marybeth, Tarron, Hannah, Chrysta, and maybe more - obnoxiousness on 11

Jay Tholen - vocals, ukulele, guitar, drum kit and percussion, flutes and whistles, keyboards, stylophone, tracking and sequencing, fun with pedals, other sounds

Joe Rebel - guitar on 10

Disasterpeace - composed parts of 8

The train that runs behind my house also contributed at the very end of 9.

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Mighty Rushing Wind originally written by Glen Galaxy

Secret Name originally written by Dan Zimmerman

Here Come the Warm Jets originally written by Brian Peter George St. John le Baptiste de la Salle Eno

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Avant-chip-pop with a touch of (dare I say?!) bombastic 70's prog rock. You should listen to it.

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Track Name: We Tremble
we wither
Your love endures
we fall
You stand forever

the seas retreat, the mountains shake before You
for this is the way that the Lord has made
creator of all, Your innocent Son was slain
this is the price that the Lord has paid

we tremble
Track Name: At All
these evil days
i find no pleasure in them
my window watchers grow dim
cause there is nothing
here
for
me

at all

our fathers given to sleep
processions wail in the streets
and there is nothing
here
for
them

at all

grasshoppers no longer stir
faint grow the songs of the birds
cause there is nothing here
for us
at all

there's only You