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Bag of Waters

by Expwy

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1.
Saddle cozy Fragile and she looks out for him Tell yourself that in the cold room lays new england Crowning holly Pacing is a lamplighter sin She is willing Cherokee youth nourish jasmine In the garden i looked to see roses crack You'll agree that nourishment will likely make sense Temper goodwill with a bloody uncouth regret Thirty missiles Track it down in mojave death In between the walls you'll see Something that appears to be Wind chimes interval A tree And then give it back to me A disheveled bear is shrewd Deep and frozen mother nude And it may be quick to cool In a bathrobe made for two Running bodies Backward and a total eclipse Fumbling neckbones Pistols and is better equipped Raise your scythe up and sing a song of lanterns lit Running, killing Lamb is on the table tonight
2.
Gray day, head down Shadow luster Slope rain, slope rain Gray day, head down Two dogs towsack Slope rain, slope rain Grey day, head down If you have a gun Coffee black wagon Give it to the chief Mountain pass relief Icy tattered eyes Kissed a decayed line Through the dark patrols Looking backward home Cargo: headstones Cedar needles Portrait, bullet Cargo: headstones If you have a gun Coffee black wagon Give it to the chief Mountain pass relief Icy tattered eyes Kissed a decayed line Through the dark patrols Looking backward home
3.
I dreamed I was a talented shoeman I'd sprung from a window ledge Innocent I knew I was housebred A bullet on a stump I could not love her I could not love her That decorated door I could not love her I could not love her With her arms around her knees He listened to the sound of the smooth white Edge, he pat his shirt Glinting buckles harnessed the moonlight The cabin torch-disturbed I could not love her I could not love her That decorated door I could not love her I could not love her With her arms around her knees I could not inherit roads While he spoke On the mountain flatlands choked And you blushed Up a fiery bush instead By the floor Shelter of a bottle cap And you groped With your fumbling head up high Rake the leaves All alone a paradox On shore leave Talking scarlet shafts of sound In the yard Cigar smoke does billow up and out
4.
I design in my mind Incredible repeating shapes I accepted his calmness of line I accepted the risk origin The half bred subdued them With the smell of a lonely sea Desolation is always a wait Desolation is always too late Travel far Travel wide Travel long Dance with lineage and blood A fatal langorous angel A glass of whiskey neat and trim Steel-hard and backwater prim Curious inching Soap will delight you Bucolic maiden of candle floss hair I reached out to touch your chin Foppish gallant and scarecrow thin Belated, ammended Shining nimbus of heavenly grace It was now to us a symbol Of houses, beast omnivores Travel far Travel wide Travel long Dance with lineage and blood A fatal langorous angel A glass of whiskey neat and trim Steel-hard and backwater prim Curious inching
5.
I situated your hair Eight or ten quizzical stares Eyes peeked out from a worn Tattered shawl chamber border Shut your mouth secede guile Take your straw hats a mile Strings are locked into strength Wearing out a dull waist She hated him for a while Reduced to vanity smiles Famine makes taut and thin Horse traders pock marked and grim Shut your mouth secede guile Take your straw hats a mile Strings are locked into strength Wearing out a dull waist
6.
I lost a million narrow steps To a hard luck cockeye Clotted blood and cigarettes Uniform daydream suburb The cathedral stout Court martial stone Willing cabdriver quarter A dufflebag futurist Gone to cloak up a madhouse Shaking hands a railroad clock Run up a steeple stair Pressure hose cafe chief Dusty wood nightclub there He threw back his head Looked a little too bright Pale and scorched by equipment light Clenched up a lung back Blue pneumatic kite Pugilist study The cathedral stout Court martial stone Willing cabdriver quarter A dufflebag futurist Gone to cloak up a madhouse
7.
Have a drink and flourish Bombs are hardly noticed Then I tried Atlantic nationalists Imbued with a thick drip A much older conscript I would try to take a vacation south Will you give me my room Ten books spitted belgians We can harness the light Breaths screen manhattan nights Reading hunting reform Mission work is deplored We will try to lamp light brooklyn crescents Will you give me my room Ten books spitted belgians We can harness the light Breaths screen manhattan nights
8.
There was no snow Cupid fleshed up and taking a pipe Forearm, outside Come back in and fill it with light I was naked to the waist Warm and lamp-glowed moons opaque Ashes around it Smoked and crossed up a fist into arms Sit and look at my eyes Architects will lie Bright-haired, deciphered Open a book and I'll teach you to drink Dreamy river Sullen demons are effigy cake It was in the summertime When you told me I was lying Cave in to pressure Lay the foundations of your life looted Sit and look at my eyes Architects will lie Vapor horses Estates father lust Absorb hardship fire
9.
Forget the cloudy tails They died evading chance Whisky from the jug Pulled the chewing sights The boys exhumed the rich Without envy or regret I was interested in tales Accidents of luck If you come into my house I will bake you up some muffins If you loved her madly wolfpack Oxen snowplow mountain rangers The caverns link to nowhere but Now that god is sparrow hungry Words of supine sleeping sunless Reduced my understanding Drink the twitching down Choose a kinship blood But pack away your knives And pack away you doves If the whores return Divert the childhood nuns Extenuation dares You married supple flesh If you come into my house I will bake you up some muffins If you loved her madly wolfpack Oxen snowplow mountain rangers The caverns link to nowhere but Now that god is sparrow hungry Words of supine sleeping sunless Reduced my understanding
10.
Take an apple out to lunch Morning scared and trembling texas country brunch Take an orange off to spain Put it on a train arrested crowded jail Singing songs assaults police Obstructing strikers telegrams a cluster peace Sitting under broken trees Thrust your head into the ground Fashion plastic traffic cones Burst out crying from the jaw Singing songs assaults police Obstructing strikers telegrams a cluster peace Sitting under broken trees Thinking "Why did I choose seas instead of quiet deserts?"
11.
She was almost large Weening vanity A castle-like tin home An artist since age three Hardship curbs the still Expected winter lull Firmly place the plate Careening to defeat I picked up the comb And shook my hair measured The rifle somehow clothed The stockings in the hall She took up on a stump An oak tree whistled back Her knees sprung up and out A nervous rust blackjack Come and take my hands And lick my clutches clean Ruthlessness prevails A brick battle to gain She finished leather arms A smokehouse ten feet tall Toss the clothes up high A conscientious ghost The spaniard will insist The british spartan shell A courthouse on the hill A spectacle of nails While he laid unmoved she feminised his quill Unable to walk home She killed the game herself Come and take my hands And lick my clutches clean Ruthlessness prevails A brick battle to gain She finished leather arms A smokehouse ten feet tall Toss the clothes up high A conscientious ghost
12.
You teased Patterns Longfaced revolution discharge Ring rang Low floor Old hat whistles crack the door full Something Keyboard Fumbling gold star little fear Nodding Noon time Hostile eyes tie knots of spice dust Climbing Dark roof Howling lungs lit up like campfires Hot wine Kiss me Take away the baggage wood Half dream cadence bed

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With insatiable pop addiction, Expwy forge wondrous anomalies between classic riffery and a future primitive brimming with mutant fuzz and choralic melancholy. Bag of Waters enslaves with every sonic ritual, finding wikked balance between jangled nuance and blasted harmonies; without warning, it’ll radiate cultic catchiness to every stalwart remover within the spectral radius of your dual blaster. Its ambitious existence remains a beacon to the brilliant creative energies exploding within our tundradic paradise. Totally and unabashedly awesome.

-Aaron Levin (Weird Canada)

His fluid guitar playing continues to be a huge plus, providing these songs with worlds more gravity than a lesser musician would be able to conjure. It’s all shot through with a lo-fi, DIY attitude and big bag of strong hooks. As long as they continue to be this good, Expwy should just keep them coming.

-Pop Headwound

The dual-guitar groove of “I Lost a Million Narrow Steps…” recalls Bowie at his raunchiest. “Glinting Buckles…” is aiming at the 60′s by way of the 90′s pop jangling. I can’t imagine where “Pack Away Your Knives…” came from, but it sounds really cool. This album is energetic, unique, and eminently re-listenable. In the era of disposable music, those are great qualities for an album to have.

-Argue Job

Quirky fuzz pop, with some sixties references and tons of reverb and e-organ, but without water down and drench the whole mix. Tons of surprises and good vibrations from Canada.

-Dying for Bad Music

EXPWY released another free album on Bandcamp titled Bag of Waters. Like the previous it harnesses fuzzy lofi and raw sound. Bag of Waters is a leap from the previous Dance Maul and Dance Maul and not just in their long ass song titles. There’s something about it that sounds simple yet eclectic. The album brings nostalgia to days of jamming in garages and just making music.

-Ride The Tempo

Bag Of Waters is his newest LP and his finest in my opinion. He gets straight to the heart with it – letting the pop core of each song really stand in front, not letting it get muddled in the lo-fi haze. There’s all sorts of memories and connections brought out by LeGroulx’s songs – the Mamas and the Papas, Simon & Garfunkel…but for me…for some reason I hear the Dead Milkmen mixed in there. That’s the beauty right there. For all the nostalgia that his vibe brings up, there’s a whole host of quirky personality with it that brings it back to the future.

- Laurent Hrybyk (Pasta Primavera/Portals)

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released April 12, 2012

Cover photos by Catherine Dumont

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