Phantom Films

by Glossies

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All songs written, arranged, and recorded by Scott Masson.
©2011 Public Treatments (ASCAP). All rights reserved.
Recorded in Milford, MI and Chicago, IL between 2009 and 2011. Mastered by Carl Saff in Chicago, IL.

Scott Masson: visual layout, design, and concept.
Doug Coombe: photography.
Photos taken at The Alger Theater in Detroit, MI.

Glossies can be found on Facebook, Tumblr, and Bandcamp.

This album is dedicated to the members of OFFICE. Love to The Masson Family, Erica Corniel, Chris Kern, Beth Seales-Hanson, Sean Lynch, Justin Petertil, Katie Barkel, Zach Goheen, and all the creative people who brought their patience, talent, and help to these songs. Major respect, love, and gratitude to Fabian Halabou, Kip Donlon, Jeff Supina, and Jon Elkas for giving this music a life outside the basement.

credits

released 20 July 2011
Cassandra Verras: violin (5, 7, 8, 9, 11, and 12).
Michelle Morales: cello (5, 7, 8, 9, 11, and 12).
Kaylan Mitchell: cello (2).
Jeremy Freer: voice (2 and 7).
Jody Weinmann: telephone operator (3 and 7).
Nicole Capoccitti: voice (5 and 11).
Erica Corniel: voice (5, 9, 10, and 11), and trombone (12).
Katie Barkel: voice and percussion (6).
Phreddy Wischusen: voice (6).
Wyatt Masson: voice (4).
Scott Masson: voices, piano, guitars, Fender bass, upright bass, drums, harpsichord, percussion, glockenspiel, melodica, mellotron samples, toy piano, organ, Juno, Novation, Casio, accordion, mandolin, banjo, sound effects, field samples, and drum programming.

Live ensemble (formed in early 2011, currently working on new material):
Kip Donlon: bass and voice.
Scott Masson: guitar, piano, and voice.
Jeff Supina: drums.
Fabian Halabou: guitar.

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tags: avant-pop baroque pop baroque-pop experimental folk glossies phantom films psychedelic rock & roll rock and roll world Detroit

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Track Name: Down-Size Baby
tongue-tied at colossal heights she nibbles my lips swapping her minty spit with mine suspicion resides in the whites of our eyes and if we get blinded by ones and zeros let's just down-size baby we're damaged goods marked by an array of scars from erratic flights and erotic nights burned up with the stars I could just stand here and watch you forever never blinking or speaking it's gonna take drastic measures I could just hang here and hold on forever I'll never let go under pressure it's gonna take drastic measures poked and choked by the serpentine colleagues and acquaintances with ill-informed minds take my hand through pandemonium I know an island where we can hide out 'til the end of time we are not distorting this exceptional love no oh oh we are not destroying an exceptional love it's an exceptional love
Track Name: Let's Get Awkward
I've seen him charge a full stage teething and seething with rage in the echo of a Detroit manhole then repeat it again sustained for months that transcend freak copulation with oblivion just another brilliant mess testing the electrical fence for a jolt of hope through his ribs and spine I've got relentless sympathy for any shepherd walking these streets guarding the milk and the meat yeah he knows how to bleed with me let's get awkward while we call out all the cowards let's get awkward until our pride has been devoured I've watched her chase manic waves off the coast of LA tossing out shells as the tide rushed ashore at the edge of a cliff we lit a hog-leg spliff then climbed a billion stairs towards the sun such a considerable height to speak of an aching plight so I pulled her body close to mine I've got relentless sympathy for any mermaid swimming this sea defending creatures beneath yeah she knows how to breathe so deep passion is the new obscene silence is the new art fashion is the new supremacy genius is the new alarm
Track Name: On The Rebound
I'll turn a blind eye away from your ruthless insolence until you evaporate into a dull landscape we'll slam the breaks on self-flattery local fame has a hidden flame that'll burn your hand so be aware of decisions you make for personal gain the wet concrete slides under your feet applause seems absurd out on the street now all you really need is a nervous breakdown you're a puppet with one string dangling from the moon good luck to you darling you'll figure it out on the rebound faux-intellectuals advance the shit charade by bathing in a deadpan office lexicon plunge the effects of HD toilets and drag a flaming net through the deepest ocean abyss if you do your best I guarantee you'll catch a handsome fish or a treasure chest but first I suggest you sink yourself now all you really need is a nervous breakdown you're a puppet with one string dangling from the moon good luck to you darling you'll figure it out on the rebound up in smoke is it all a joke?when will the signals come around?
Track Name: Black And White Films
clouds in time-lapse motion billow under the sun and wrap me up in their arms light and sound are tossed up and down graceful slow-motion gestures weigh a ton her grip comes undone light and sound are tossed up and down zoom in from afar pan across the stars take one's a walk-through for the cast and crew take two's a run-through for posterity take three we're all in the zone I have footage you'll never see it's unique and candid don't be offended I have footage you'll never see it's lucid and splendid when you're apprehended crank up the fog machine on a brilliant dance routine if we don't own this screen we'll never show up on anything a man will croon in delight when his mind has taken flight igniting dusk-to-dawn light and sound are tossed up and down zoom in from afar pan across the stars take one's a walk-through for the cast and crew take two's a run-through for posterity take three we're all in the zone I have footage you'll never see it's unique and candid don't be offended I have footage you'll never see it's lucid and splendid when you're apprehended she knows the beauty of black and white film he wants a role in her black and white film everything looks better on black and white film she directs the actors of black and white film he knows the classics of black and white film everyone looks better on black and white film
Track Name: Sexy Eccentrics
three dollar mischief inside an old photo booth behind the curtain warm celebrations ensue fixing rapid poses as the flash captures proof are we even plugged in? power couples flourish in the social upswing their glossy styles perfected by nightlife icing a whitewashed image earns complimentary drinks from the king and the queen we're not here we're not there we're nowhere with my headphones on I dive into the city I show up late on purpose and leave early without a sound don't ask around for me it's time to get away sexy eccentrics lie on the cutting room floor waiting for the broom to sweep them out the back door I know it's gonna get much easier when God evens the score every year we're more removed from innocent dreams and one step closer to an exhausted campaign my heart goes out to those who ride the extremes of pleasure and pain we're not here we're not there we're nowhere with my headphones on I flag down a taxi this party's reached its peak dear
Track Name: Lipgloss Runoff
got shit-wrecked dogs in a ditch tank rib cage kill the switch lipstick nail gun spousal daggers test tube air raid asthmatic fever skull kitchen insert the quarters faded Sunday court order four-leaf clover market-ready dressed in purple breast-plate putty I'm never wrong I'm never wrong I can't hear you fish fingers swollen mid-drift Glosstamatic fashion face-lift skyscraper green vapor call a plumber bummer summer bully cyborg sin cleaner St. Peter French healer egg lava brain insurance bipartisan transgendered
Track Name: Head For The Hills
let's compare our hallucinations and uncover the real situation you hang your pain up in the closet next to trendy clothes (like seriously!) euphoric days with a blast of yellow summer dysphoric nights to lambaste our mortal blunders I may be a crackpot but you're nothing to write home about (like totally!) I've got that magnetic pulse you've been looking for but I'm pulling out you hoed me out I keep it hardcore prick my finger savor the flavor off a rusty hole (cherish the memories!) head for the hills quickly go! after the flood drag my name through the mud but don't hold a permanent grudge on a drip to reach a bottomless slumber lather up and hide your sagging paunch and contours dial up the hotline for manufactured calamities (pick up the phone and call!) I dare you to dunk me into the boiling water and ridicule my love or disregard my trust then flip it on me (mmmm....yeah...uh huh!) you won't have the last word you'll never have the last word as your speech becomes slurred your vision blurs (hahaha!) you're alright when you go out on the town with that killer smile collecting new numbers meal tickets and booty calls remember your name left a stain on several walls don't you forget me! (hahaha!)
Track Name: Apple Core
when we were kids we'd take road trips to cider mills for Autumn kicks smash pumpkins in the names of our enemies melt all our toys in the cemetery I doused a scarecrow with gasoline and tossed it in flames onto Main Street we watched it burn a fantastic orange as black leaves scattered like crows over corn when we were kids we'd drive around with 40s and weed Visine and speed the cops would never catch us 'cuz we were always one step ahead I chased a deer through Kensington laughing to tears with my red-headed friend he rolled his smokes up in his sleeve like some twisted James Dean wannabe when we were kids even though the times have changed we're still the same digging our dirt when we were kids we'd bash guitars train the mic restrain the stars kicking and screaming and trying too hard as the basements flooded with cranial tar when we were kids we'd fill buckets with Old Golds and Tom Waits word tricks the umbrella has been raining again yeah we'll always pick up where we left off
Track Name: It's My Birthday, Sara Bell
stay sincere Sara Bell pin my body up against the wall beneath this spinning mirror ball your sweet perfume chases the smoke away have no fear Sara Bell free me from another macabre display a sudden rush of blood to the head has left me smitten way beyond the red uh oh you're so professional I see right through your makeup and you're so much more than meets the eye do you know who's queen of the underground? let me turn you on don't make a sound we're all here Sara Bell getting empty at the ATM all the men applaud the same but I'll drink the melody from your bluest vein I roll with beautiful people I'm gonna take you far away from here I know some beautiful people but they're far away from here dance for me Sara Bell take me away from here it's my birthday and I've been a dirty boy
Track Name: The Opportunist
out from under the spell of a blasted slippery specter I've had my share of cheap thrills and dodged the clamorous claps of thunder and I won't block these glamorous lights that shine down on me and you oh I won't stand here cowering swallowing the night before I chew you've spread us apart by playing with our hearts it's questionable if you'll ever grasp the arts opportunity's gifts hide in the cracks and moss on our headstones early worms lick the bones to learn the details of our transactions and I won't block these glamorous lights that shine down on me and you oh I won't stand here cowering swallowing the night before I chew you've spread us apart by playing with our hearts it's questionable if you'll ever grasp the arts when we arrive we will find the debris of our lives before you depart just open up your heart and surrender to the arts
Track Name: Skydiver
I took a leap of faith to alter defective objectives everything I've seen and done before has led my heart astray the people down below prepare a grim traumatic ending blue skies have opened wide for my demise just moments away got no insurance no self-assurance charm in abundance lover rescue me sweet dreams from the jet stream it's a cruel summer one to remember skydiver plunging towards the Earth every memory passing through me from birth-to-feisty-child prized epic highs bureaucracy drive-bys I took a leap of faith to shatter old-fashioned perspectives everyone I've met before today dropped out or ran away got no insurance no self-assurance charm in abundance lover rescue me I got the clearance no interference I hope you'll be there ready to catch me I'm afraid that I've been delayed by the usual cliches oh yeah what more can I say? I'm coming home to you to the right and to the left steady my dear I'll be right there
Track Name: Glass Days
spent the better part of a year suspended in one location retired from the rat race caught within a blank space as seasons rolled by dim windows friends sent chocolates and fragrant flowers to ease the ache of monotonous hours devoid of fleshly desires when I saw your smile I knew you'd be worthwhile it's on it's on game on c'mon it's time to rejoin the world I'll review the phantom films of my life maybe I should save one for a rainy day I was traveling I had a band our transmission took a nosedive on the dusty highway Sedona bled by starlight when the vultures pecked out the windshield stared at the reflection in my glass and Narcissus blew a smokey kiss back perceptions faded to black when I heard his voice I had to make a choice it's on it's on game on c'mon it's time to rejoin the world if you're lost in the illusion get out! flip out! come out now! jump-start the evolution! I'll review the phantom films of my life maybe I should save one for a rainy day there's nothing more to say so let's leave it there take the time to make repairs