Souvenirs From Past Lives

by Left Is West

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This album is not a Sump Pump Records release, but we want to do what we can to help promote it. We are selling this on their behalf, all proceeds go to the band.

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released August 1, 2011

Electric Guitars: Matt Wellendorf
Bass: Dave Zuck
Remainder: Chad O’Neall

Written, produced, engineered and mixed by Chad O’Neall
Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus Mastering
All songs © 2011 Chad O’Neall

Photography and graphic design: Erich Ernst

Special thanks to: Holly Kilborn O’Neall, Parker O’Neall, Matt Wellendorf, Dave Zuck, Lee Bissmeyer, Brian Wiksell, Bob Morgan, Erich Ernst, Doug Van Sloun, John Svec and Ladd Askland.

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sumppumprecords Des Moines, Iowa

Sump Pump Records was founded in 1998 by Dan Hutchison, Brian Wiksell and Bill Heard. We released a vinyl 7" EP for Why Make Clocks in 1998 and a full-length CD for Chad O'Neall in 2000...then we got preoccupied w/our bands.

Now, it's a 5 way partnership between Dan, Brian, Will Tarbox, Chuck Hoffman & Tom Reelitz releasing records w/a DIY approach, by ourselves and other bands we love.
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Track Name: Home Room
Home Room
Like the total eclipse of the sun
You get just one glimpse and you’re done
A head full of thoughts you resist
A heart closed up tight as a fist
And every word sticks in your throat
When you’re strange
And anywhere you go it feels the same

What if you just blew away
They never noticed you anyway
A cast-iron lock on the truth
A hundred years old in your youth
And you can’t feel safe in your skin
When you’re strange
Till all around the world they feel the same
Track Name: I Killed The Horizon
I Killed the Horizon

Gone are the days of sitting up straight
And trying to belong
These are the days of sleeping in late
And watching everything go wrong
And trading naked ambition
For a warm-blanket addiction

Open up the window
Let the sunlight kick around
The dead air’s got me choking
On these words

Only I killed the horizon
Only I drained the sea

I’m trading naked ambition
For a warm-blanket addiction