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Neon Coast

by A. Wesley Chung

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1.
Last time I spoke to God, He laughed right in my face. Once I paused to consider it all, we’ve both been laughing for days. Sometimes the world’s in my coffee, and the devil’s in the cream. And if you never wonder what the cat dragged in, you’ll miss the spark in everything. I’ve heard the heart grows fonder, but you know that. And the winter lasts much longer, but you knew that, you knew that, when you left.
2.
Restless 03:51
We drank our age in the fountain of youth, conquests of old, bathed in the new. Desperate hands, reach out the same, beige stucco walls wash them away. A city sleeps when its veins are dry bleeds out the red and bleeds out the white. That burning glow screams out desire, dusk hides the stars, night feeds the wild. They spoke to me (in my) electric dreams (Cause I’m) too blind to see That I’m restless baby, restless baby. We stretched our souls, till we’re, just skin and bones (baby) searching for gold, Cause we’re restless baby, restless baby. Branches swing low, our shallow pool. Just tantalizing us cursed fools. The chosen few, feast at the top. Masses below, it breaks the heart. Such anxious fear orbits and binds, the lonely world trapped in your mind. The curtain calls our final play. Time ushers on, memories fade.
3.
Helen 03:11
She floats like an angel and glows when she walks in a room. Her voice is the first light of spring in a winter of doom. Eyes like a hawk that can see to the depths of your soul. Heart of a fighter, she’s the best kind of people I know. With the strength of a cedar and the grit of a border town gang. So lovely her ways that the wildest of beast become tame. Truth is the lightning that flashes and burns in her mind. She is the thunder that rumbles and chases behind. She, oh she’s unafraid to live, like no one I know, goes to the places she’ll go, to the shadow lands of this life. She, takes on the weight of the world, and no one I see, has conviction as she, to fight for the things that are true.
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5.
Neon Coast 06:14
West follow west, to the bright neon coast, with the sweetest abandon and the hollowest bones. Tempting the fates with the boldest of moves, burning desire is the smoke in your flue. Oh, oh the well has run dry, but you don’t mind. Wings carry but don’t break the fall, time is the creeper that buries us all. Follow the voice of the wild, it wakes the baby and spoils the child, have we lost, have we lost, have we lost ourselves. Off in the dark, you lost your name, Where empires run deep in the shallow of graves. A child hollers back at the mother that calls, she loved you once if she loved you at all. There’s a river of life that flows from you There’s a river of pain that flows from you There’s a river of shame that flows from you There’s a river, a river, we’re lost in a river! Have we lost, have we lost, have we lost, we’re lost in a river
6.
Northwoods 04:58
Joseph’s dream coat on the floor, awkward portraits from the local school next door. Leave the snowbirds where they lie. Let them dream about the kingdoms in their mind. Did you get lost in the woods? White as snow, filled your boots. Did you speak to a ghost? Did she whisper what she wrote? Where you go I can’t follow To where your shaky hands would lead All your words I will borrow And make sense of what they mean Oh the things unknown The glow of television light. The humming microwave spins supper from last night. Basement boxes lost in time buried secrets of a quiet family life. Did you go out on the lake? find what’s washed up, after it rains. Did you speak to a ghost? Did she whisper what she wrote?
7.
It takes faith to believe, in the land of the free. If the underdog fails, we’ve swallowed the whale, until we repent of our ambitions ways. Fresh face on the scene, so hopeful and keen, that things would work out, I’ve got my doubts, all of our eggs in the basket of fate. Does the wolf howl in the night, because he’s sad, or just cause he can. Does he sing, sing of himself, or reach out to some distant land. Have we lost our way, at the edge of the world’s farthest shore. Follow my lead, abandon your dreams, and make yourself free from all of the greed and fame of having your name at the top. We all heard the news, of God’s funeral blues, If the divine passed away, what hope can stay, and who will remember the works of our hands. So we’ll sing of our lives, so gritty, unkind, All hail the bleak, nothing to seek, but to reflect on our vacuous lives. Did you sell your soul, they’ll resent you you know, and you’ll find yourself drinking alone. Let us know how it goes, I’ve been there you know.
8.
Kansan 01:48
9.
If death is a shadow that’s hanging around, I will climb up the willow and never climb down. I’ll cling to the sunshine that shines on my face, until that lonely old shadow takes it away. The words of a preacher, the books I have read, Who will bring comfort to the fear we are fed. Life is a mother who labors for days, pain can bring beauty in the strangest of ways. Oh the songbird sings it’s lullaby, for the moments that we’ve found. Will we always seek the melody in the chaos of earthly sound. We sing, oh, oh, oh The songs that I sing, the words I can’t say nothing stays golden, when we all fade away. How can we live, with all we have lost, I’d follow death, if you’d promise me life. Eternity’s nothing to the ocean’s old tide, the moon is it’s master, the beaches its child lost in the vastness of meaningless sea, has the moon lost its rhythm with the stars out of reach. We dream of a story without an end, if nothing’s remembered, why should it begin. Am I the writer or am I the pen, Will you recite this story again and again.

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released May 18, 2018

A. Wesley Chung - vocals, acoustic/electric guitar, synth, glockenspiel, percussion

FEATURING:

Nichola Bremaneson - viola
Heather Fox - violin (tracks 3, 6, 7 & 9)
Kieran Heather - bass, minimoog, Juno-6, OP-1, sampling, electric guitar, percussion
Ali Hendry - flugelhorn, trumpet
Gillian Higgins - vocals
Ewan Laing - drums, percussion
Dustin Lovelis - vocals (tracks 2, 7 & 9)
Jo Mango - vocals (tracks 3, 5, 7 & 9)
Alex Medina - pedal steel
Elijah Wade Smith - banjo
Rachel Rufrano - vocals (tracks 2 & 7)
Katie Rush - violin (tracks 3, 6, 7)
Calum Scott - harmonium
Abigail Shafer - clarinet
Seth Shafer - keys, tuba
Gordon Turner - electric guitar, percussion
Evan Thomas Weiss - vocals (track 5)
Siobhan Wilson - vocals (track 3)

All songs written by A. Wesley Chung. All lyrics by A. Wesley Chung. All arrangements by A. Wesley Chung and featured contributors on Neon Coast, with string, horn and woodwind arrangements on tracks 2, 3, 7 & 9 by Seth Shafer. All songs produced by A. Wesley Chung and Kieran Heather. All songs mixed by Kieran Heather. All songs engineered by Lewis Glass at Glassworks studio, except track 8 by Kieran Heather. Additional engineering is as follows: pedal steel by Alex Medina; Dustin and Rachel’s vocals by Dustin Lovelis; clarinet, tuba and piano by Seth Shafer; Evan’s vocals by Mark Michalik; banjo, additional guitars, Siobhan’s vocals, Katie’s violin, glockenspiel, additional percussion, synths, bass on track 7 & 1 and Wesley’s additional vocals on Northwoods by Kieran Heather.

All songs copyright A. Wesley Chung.

Released by LP Records.

Album artwork by Steven Hill.

Special thanks to Helen Kellock, Kieran Heather, Lorenzo Pacitti, Lewis Glass, Steven Hill, Louise Rowland, Tim Clapp and Kingfisher Bluez Records, all contributors on this album and the music communities of Glasgow, UK and Long Beach, CA.

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The music of A. Wesley Chung (The Great Albatross, Boris Smile), Songwriter/musician from Glasgow via California.

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