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Memory Box

by Hank Midnight

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1.
None Supreme 03:14
Stand in line Thinking of a conversation I’ll be good to you Don’t go making up some better angels We’re all just wolves in disguise I’ll be a wild devil for you Pray I don’t hear the voices Shutting me down again I don’t want no medicine I can stand it on my own Do your rhythm (repeat 3 times) Relative time Don’t move in a linear fashion Just gotta groove like the waves Don’t go making up some mystic reason We’re all just matter and light We could be as bright as day! Pray I don’t hear the voices Shutting me down again I don’t want no medicine I can stand it on my own Do your rhythm (repeat 3 times) Let’s defy Our life-denying social morays They’re no good for us I won’t go looking for a reputation Let’s keep it mutual I’ll never stand in your way or praise you Fellow human being, that’s love Pray I don’t hear the voices Shutting me down again I don’t want no medicine I can stand it on my own Do your rhythm (repeat 3 times)
2.
Undefeated 03:41
Load up these wheels Set out on my own In heavenly fields Seven miles from home If you’ll believe me I’ll buy the next round And we can cruise town Till the night’s gone The warmth that I feel From the radio My hands on the wheel You roll down the window And light a big one As the red sun Climbs the curtain Of a new sky Whatcha gonna do? Everybody wastes time Let’s bring it back to the moment Make love to the static
3.
Slow Motion 02:54
Slow Motion is crawling after me In sand receding dreams Another city’s tongue Another crow’s nest Another bright release To celebrate the rain Before the season came Maybe I saw through you In just one glimpse of light Exchanging stations in the static of night On end… Slow Motion is tapping on the door -- A slowly ticking clock -- A creak up from the floor Fallen Angel, we’ve waited here too long Their party’s almost over Why don’t you take me home? Maybe I saw through you In just one glimpse of light Exchanging stations in the static of night On end…
4.
Hot Lies 02:56
I got a wrong mind to keep you satisfied In golden light on a weekday afternoon When he comes home I’ll sneak out the back porch What are we doing? Hot lies and sex and ceremony… When I get home I watch the television There is nothing new Why don’t he look at you? He don’t look at you! I feel I’ve overstayed my welcome once again It’s not my home, in fact I’m not sure where home is for me If not warm in your arms, I can’t say with certainty I surrender all control of what’s to be (repeat) When I get home I watch the television There is nothing new Why don’t he look at you? He don’t look at you!
5.
With Love 02:43
6.
Birthday candle lights Smoke and fireflies Talk into the din Back against the wind Up there on the roof Twenty years ago I counted every branch After a winter storm Who knew this world could dance? If you could only remember her name… Pond don’t freeze no more Don’t ask about the snow TV screens at night Orange peels on the fire High in the afternoon Darkness coming soon She told me, then she slept I finished her cigarette Who knew this world could dance? If you could only remember her name… Who knew this world could dance? (pond don’t freeze no more!) If you could only remember her name… Who knew this world could dance? (pond don’t freeze no more!) If you could only remember her name.
7.
Anita 04:15
Anita Never await my love (repeat) My love Anita All night long-- Don’t let the church find us… Never await my love It won’t get better Than the mockingbird blues Never await my love The only light on Never await my love Anita Never await my love (repeat) My love Anita All night long Don’t let the church find us! Never await my love It won’t get better Than the mockingbird blues Never await my love! The only light on… Never await my love
8.
Pilar I smelled fresh smoke on your skin When you let me in Then sixty-five times I circled the world To find Rebecca waiting Come again, like a rambler on the wrong side of the rain There’s a rodeo that’s coming to take me… The handsomest drowned man On dried ground Aroused the crowd A trickle of blood on Down the street To Ursula’s feet Come again, like a rambler on the wrong side of the rain There’s a rodeo that’s coming to take me… There’s a rodeo that’s coming to take me (repeat)
9.
The brain thinks. Or does the mind? This divide Defines our time. The bell rings Above the sighs… “Office hours, until five…” Public news Driving home Nothing’s waiting there But a lonely show on Won’t take long For the night to come and go again And on the way down It’s all matter to him, or is it? Or is it? When assembling A replica What becomes of The original System Breakdown Hearing RED Seeing SOUND Divided Like zombies Take control… -- or so he tries Won’t take long For the night to come and go again And on the way down It’s all matter to him, or is it? Or is it? (repeat)
10.
Sand in hair Cold wind across the water I, a child You, an old man My grandfather Roaring motors Buzz over the distance Our sunglasses Hide our eyes As we take off Top of summer and Still awaits the freedom Gold beneath the sun And I wanna learn from you About flowers And trees and Animals and summer breezes On we pass through these years of golden freedom I turn cold and Your back hunches over It’s like the old sage said “My dear don’t cling to The sunny days that came and went in golden freedom” Top of summer and Still awaits the freedom Gold beneath the sun And I wanna learn from you About flowers And trees and Animals and summer breezes (repeat)
11.
Take time Three little words that live beyond light and water I love you sweet smell of pine Tail lights Flicker like ruby sequencers lit up on pub night What’s a Hollywood fantasy? Someone, tell me how to find the lavender pier near the nude beach Near the nude beach Late night Three little words that live beyond dinner party small talk I want you right here Let’s waste time In small hour light, you claim that pink drinks taste better As if I knew Someone tell me how to find the lavender pier near the nude beach Near the nude beach

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Hank Mittnacht (aka Hank Midnight) wrote the songs on the Memory Box LP out of his suitcase during a period punctuated by frequent movement. A genre-agnostic narrative album, its protagonist travels through his memories to revisit people, lights, literary characters, and places of his past. But his journey is far from linear, and his recollections are not always reliable: many of them are as inviting as they are haunting, and the line between dream and nightmare is not always clear -- at every turn is an undercurrent of static.

Mittnacht assembled the Memory Box LP with friends from his hometown in New Jersey. Matthew Fishman (aka THANKYOUFATMATT) co-produced, arranged, and mixed the album. Johnny Esposito oversaw the development of the album as Executive Producer from its conception to the final print (mastered by Dan Millice). French visual artist Chloé Mossessian created the album cover and the videos for all of the songs on the album.

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released September 23, 2022

Written and recorded by Hank Mittnacht (aka Hank Midnight)

Co-produced, arranged, and mixed by Matthew Fishman (aka THANKYOUFATMATT)

Executive produced by Johnny Esposito

Mastered by Dan Millice

Art direction, video art, and album art by Chloé Mossessian


© 2022 Hank Midnight Music under exclusive license to Cool Company Music LLC

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