Dad Was Buried in His Leather Jacket

by Donovan Quinn

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Donovan Quinn makes the leap back into solo activity with Dad Was Buried in His Leather Jacket, an EP of mostly uptempo story songs. Herein Quinn writes about those at the end of a long series of parties, in the penumbra around the fun, just before all the booze and drugs and casual conversation turn sour...

A large cast of collaborators help to create the atmosphere of trouble hiding behind fun. Quinn's New Bums partner Ben Chasny adds devastating shredder guitar to "Game with No Rules", whereas Glenn Donaldson, the other half of Quinn's duo Skygreen Leopards, adds textural synth and sweet high vocals. Others on board include Elisa Ambrogio (Magik Markers), Jason Quever (Papercuts), David Novick, Michael Tapscott (Odawas) and Eric Amerman, all of whom push Quinn's songs into surprising new sonic places.

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released November 4, 2016

Donovan Quinn: Guitar, Vocals
David Novick: Guitar
Ben Chasny: Guitar
Michael Tapscott: Synth
Jason Quever: Bass, Synth
Elisa Ambrogio: Vocals
Glenn Donaldson: Synth, Vocals

Artwork by Joe Roberts
Mastered by Carl Saff

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Track Name: Cursed Exile
dad was buried in his leather jacket
all night long I danced on his grave
caught by the preacher the undertaker
bribed a sheriff to get away

O cursed exile

fell in love with a necromancer
wasted all my holiday pay
she left me for a topless dancer
said she needed "livelier prey"

O cursed exile

bought a car parked it on the ocean
julian was my only friend
kept his stash in a purple bandana
it's fun until the cops bust in

O cursed exile
Track Name: Heaven Reflected on Chrome
I chanced upon a feral sister
smoking a sidewalk cigarette
she drew me a map of the city
on a barroom serviette
cryptic as a mason she whispered
"if you read the map right
"I'll meet you at my fathers grave
"next friday night"

I follow her map of the city
my feet and my headphones are broke
and it's been ten long years
since I heard a new joke
in the smoke in the headlights
on the wrong end of the night
I might not ever get home
I might not ever get right.

she's the bright half of the strobe light
me I'd dead black
doubles in the mind split in time
follow deaf dumb blind

I chanced upon a feral sister
gave me something thought I'd never get
she drew me a map of the city
on a barroom serviette.
followed the twisted chickenscratch lines
drifting further from home
I dream of her stoner eyes
heaven reflected on chrome
Track Name: Game With No Rules
bleached moon torn from a skeleton
rented rooms private rebellions
daybreak dumptruck still drunk blues
the ghost of sheets she's looking for her shoes

it's the game with no rules

sweet and confused 9/10th's used
but like that bottle I won't be refused
changed my MO my christian name
but in the cult of strangers we all look the same

I just tilt my wings
I just pack my things

ubermensch underground product of experiment
spilling wine in an incense tenement
bless the road so long so black
that brought me here that'll bring me back

it's the game with no rules

I just tilt my wings
I just pack my things
Track Name: Cousin Larry
at larry's the drugs are hard
turn the sun to splinter the moon into shards
at larry's how will it stop
I get scared someone will call the cops

it's scary to find out who you really are

larry plucks an untuned guitar
got liquor in the jar dogs in the yards
at larry's turn out all the lights
lock all the doors stay up all night

it's scary to find out who you really are

take care of yourself
I know you don't
take care of yourself
I know you won't

at larry's half-dead half-buried
the cross that you swallowed is the cross that you carried
at larry's how will it stop
I get scared that larry is a cop

it's scary to find out who you really are

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