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Cap’n Jazz - Little League

Cap’n Jazz was an emo band formed in Chicago in 1989 and initially active until 1995. Their recordings were scant but influential in the development of good emo music. They only put out one album and a few singles.

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The first 12 tracks were originally released as:

Burritos, inspiration point, fork balloon sports, cards in the spokes, automatic biographies, kites, kung fu, trophies, banana peels we’ve slipped on and egg shells we’ve tippy toed over

aka

"Shmap’n Shmazz"

in 1995 on Man With Gun Records

They were later released, along with all other tracks (with the exception of  “Naive”, all the way at the bottom), as:

Analphabetapolothology

in 1998 on Jade Tree, later reissued in 2010 around the band got back together to go on tour.

LITTLE LEAGUE

This track inspired the band Little League (they sound a little bit like a weird Saves the Day), later known as Kill Verona, to choose the name that they did. “The Kitty, kitty cats” is by Anja Westerweck.

Hey coffee eyes. You got me coughin’ up my cookie heart. Makin’ promises to myself. Promises like seeds of everything I could be. Hey Ringwald haze. We’re using bruises too loosely in a haste to lose me. And I’ve given all I could give. We live in quick flips, slips, tips, and taps to snap us outta these statue traps. And I’ve taken all I could take. Hey ring walled haze. We’re using judo like Bruce Lee in a haste to bruise me. And I’ve given all I could give.. I’ve taken all I could take. I’ve pushed all that I could push. I’ve pulled all that I could pull. Kitty kitty cat, kitty kitty cat. Thin kids get a skinny neck hex. Heads hang heavy. i’m feelin’ heavy. Museum mouth, museum mouth, my how you’ve misused me.

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OH MESSY LIFE

Fire is motion. Work is repetition. This is my document. We are all all we've done. We are all all we've done. We are all all defenses. Fire is motion. Is motion growth? And you are colder than oldness could ever be. And you are bolder than buzzing bugs. My mama said my cousin Bucky's so boldly bald cuz he never took his hat off. He kept that cap on even when swimming. I know there's a lesson in there somewhere something nothing special 'bout boys who smell like salami and boys who've never apologized. And you are colder than oldness could ever be. And you are bolder than buzzing bugs.

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PUDDLE SPLASHERS

We're busy touching till we're dizzy stupid. I am a puppy. A balloon and a happy accident. Missed she teaching me myths mistold. Hold me here dearest and turn me golden. And I watched you holding up the sun. I remember her saying, "this whole world is a waste of my time." And all I could say is, "I wish I had something to say." But we'll stand still long enough the sun will move around us. You can't look at the sky without looking right through it.

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FLASHPOINT: CATHETER

that vangogh sky shrinks the city that shrinks me. (where the sky meets the city meet me.) man's amazing paved maze dictates paths we take. i know you know traps ease. i know no trapeze.

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IN THE CLEAR

canine exhales my steam faced spit bath. tippy toed. noses nippy cold touch. i’m looking up through gnarling gashers through drooley jowls peering into my peer. canine ate seven sick five year olds. canine ate seven sick five year olds. baretoothed brawls lost. what they unmindedly kick. we shrug and barely bearhug. grapple down to the ground. it’s the same ground grounding us. the same ground grounding those that ground us. a b c d e f g h i j k, lost! time to move on they say. “i’m sorry, but you gotta go.” i’m hoping once i’m a big kid and i look down to the ground it’ll seem further away. canine ate seven sick five year olds. canine ate seven sick five year olds.

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YES, I AM TALKING TO YOU

let's 'fess up to firecrackerjack snacks and a piggy bank built and filled to be spilled and broken. hammy fat fingers pinch clammy cold coins. all the leaves left wither a sickly brittle brown. i'm dying to tell you i'm dying. i don't need a reason. you've got yourself such a comfortable trap. yes i am talking to you. yes i know this is shameless. yes i am talking to you. you've got yourself such a comfortable trap. [detail] a matinee of sunshine ribbons on a sheetless mattress. moonlighting as swooning. moonlight isn't really from the moon at all. i am shining smiles and flowery glows. i am drunk in the breeze in the park chasing kites and splashing puddles. forget meknots in my gut. that's what you get. we nibbled butter cookie rings to the knuckle. artichoke trophies choked down through nevada sandy enzymes, past ribs choking scorching hearts, down to an autotrophic stomach. i called her june, until that late spring, quite possibly march leap year. automatic trophies aren't shit.

I’m dying to tell you I’m dying I don’t need a reason

is a reference to the "Auburn" by Friction (Bob Nanna of Braid, Hey Mercedes, etc.).

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BASIL'S KITE

when i fly and look down i'd swear that's not me. that's not me. forget your taught talking and lessening lessons. you strut like a stutter. dumb loser user boy so used to the abuse can't see how he's been used. pokes me in the side. mistakes my gagging for a smile. i can't fly till he can fly.

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BLUEGRASSISH

boys kissing boys. it's 'bout time for me to take what's mine. virginia! virginia!

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PLANET SHHH

we're being too honest. i push you to pull me. belittle my little attempts at growth. go on go on. head right down that headlight's stare. take my wind and blow it back at me. it's happened before. halo my middle a hoola hoop hug. squeeze to warm and ribs stab heart. hey god, i dare you to say it to my face. hey god, i'll pull you outta the sky and make you 14 again. you'll never say another word about blame. we bit lips. we saucer eyes. i can't shake the shapeless memories every time i read sassy. halo my middle a hoola hoop hug. squeeze to warm and ribs stab heart. now the taste of my teeth reminds me, have i called you today? yesterday i called you never.

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THE SANDS'VE TURNED PURPLE

young human beings, i hope you understand we've worn out customary costumes and famous last names to blame. clumsy stilts cause faultless spills. they're building bold billboards. i'm pinching for braille. i see you here. i see you hear me. asi-asi! we risk feeling the feeling of risk. we don't believe in failure. young human beings, put the flame hat on before it's too late. put the flame hat on. drop out. out run. pass it on.

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PRECIOUS

peanuts and kiddie molotov cocktails on a starved stomach on sunday afternoons. i've got tobacco allergies, and a bloody tongued cat lick tickling the li'l piggy peeping out of a size and a half ago shoe. i watch myself in the fishtank mirror in the corner. all the fish died for friday's fish fry. i'm watching a sunken ship. one sunday, like a likeable bully, he pulls to a picnic and builds a fire. december embers trickle up, set roots in soil sky as january's stars.

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QUE SUERTE!

dictioncanary can swear she's barely aware of her apparently paralyzing stares. let me let go. let me let go. angel, i've never seen you. grapevine twine and loose news noose. sitting on your driveway. twisting baited lines to drive me away. let me let go. you're like a likeable bully. our favorite, late night desparate phone calls. sugar, even odd smiles are in this season.

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"TAKE ON ME was supposed to be on some 80's covers compilation which apparently never came to fruition." Originally by the Norwegian pop band A-ha.

This track was only released on Analphabetapolothology.

“Being 18 is strange. You know you’re 18. Popular mythologies dictate someday you’ll look back and romanticize being 18. So you know you’re supposed to be living out some kind of idealized freedom. But being 18, you’re able to block out that pressure of expectation and get on with the business of idealized freedom. Or is that just how i now remember being 18, lens smeared with vaseline? I think even the deep confusion of being 18 felt good, romantic somehow.

You don’t know yet that being 19 is stranger and 21 stranger still and from now on every day will seem stranger than the day before until suddenly you’re 30 then 35 and you’re divorced and broke and some people you know die and everyone else has babies both of which reveal life to be truly but a dream and you have no choice but to continue and the shit job you had is the shit job you still have and you wonder if people don’t age like Russian dolls, each year a shell over the last restricting access to past senses of wonder and the hangovers are worse and hardly make hanging out at all seem worth it and if you drink now you’re just another drinking jerk and if you still smoke pot now you’re some adult drug-addict which is very different than being a daring young psychonaut and the impossible trick becomes learning how to best tread all the strangeness which gets stranger every day in a manner that suits you personally. And personally, i am still working on it. But i figure continuing to work on it is my only option."

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Tim Kinsella

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TOKYO was never intended to be released. Only appears on Analphabetapolothology.

The line "When you caught between the Moon and New York City" is probably taken from "Arthur's Theme (The Best You Can Do)".

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"Ooh Do I Love You" - also never really intended to be released. 

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From "We've Lost Beauty: A Compilation For Christopher" with various artists.

Recorded February or March 1995 by Kevin and RobRoy Campbell on Elliot's 8 TrackFeatures Mike doing most of the singing while Tim harmonica'd.

Sam Zurick - bass Victor Villareal - guitar Tim Kinsella - vocals, harmonica Mike Kinsella - drums, vocals Davey VonBohlen - guitar