People We Love, People We Loathe

by Ben Mueller and The Low Ceilings

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We're super excited to bring you our first studio EP. Thank you so much for listening!

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released April 20, 2015

Ben Mueller: vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica
Phil Jones: electric bass, vocals
Mike Ijac: ukulele, electric guitar, vocals
Julia Brackett: washboard, auxiliary percussion
Jesse Buchter: mandolin, vocals

all songs written by Ben Mueller and arranged by The Low Ceilings

We are forever indebted to the patience, kindness, and audio wizardry of Matthew Norman, who engineered this EP.

Cover photo by Sam Kerman, edited by Mike Ijac

Special thanks to Tom Walsh, Michael Joseph, Virginia Wright, Marissa Greene, Wax On Felt Records, our parents, and anyone who has ever booked us or listened to us.

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Track Name: Miles
Dante and his friends are all locked up in the bedroom
We're across the hall thinking about what they'll amount to
Looking out the window and the rain's about to come through
Passing all the time until the next time that I'll see you

I understand the meaning of the things you're saying to me
You told me on the canvas that you speak to me through cities
Reading up on all the things I need to know to make due
Passing all the time until the next time that I'll see you

You're speaking through the cities
Speaking through the phone
Speaking through the screen
In your enthusiastic tone
Honey, when you speak to me,
I feel like I'm at home.

Abraham and Bruce are hanging with me by the TV
Waiting on a call, now will you tell me about your day, please?
Empty mugs are calling out and telling me what to do
Passing all the time until the next time that I'll see you

The cabinets are opening and the closets are closing
It's just the edge of water and we're yet to put our toes in
And though the world is large, we'll make it smaller when we want to
Passing all the time until the next time that I'll see you
Track Name: Lights
There will be no practicing and no preaching
At the end of our days,
When outside our windows
The world is still engulfed in lights.
And though there may be some things you feel
You could have done or should say,
The world will keep lighting up
As our lights dim and fade.

We don't know where we're going,
Or if we're going anywhere at all,
And outside our windows
The world is still engulfed in lights.
We'll involuntarily journey
Away from ourselves,
And the world will keep lighting up
As our lights dim and fade.

The last thing we need
Is to know how we will be remembered.
We know that they want us to
Get up and show them we're fine.
We'll be sorry to leave but
Who knows what we will find?
It may be so much easier
On the other side.
Track Name: Ribbons
I wish I had an open mind.
I would be learning all the time.
I wish you had an open head.
You would be bleeding from your head.

I wish my brain would tow the line.
I would be learning all the time.
I'd like to see the view behind.
I'd like a pair of working eyes.

I guess I'm like me, and you, you're just like you.
And no one's eyes will work the way they should.
You're showing off like ribbons in your hair,
But the one you love will say ribbons are to blame.

I wish I were the loving kind.
I would be loving all the time.
I wish my feelings all felt fine.
I wish my heart would grow a size.

I guess I'm like me, and you, you're just like you.
And love's a word that's not so easily spelled.
You're showing off like ribbons in your hair,
But the one you love will say ribbons are to blame.

I guess I'm like me, and you, you're just like you.
I'm sorry now to waste your precious time.
You're showing off like ribbons in your hair,
But the one you love will say ribbons are to blame.
Track Name: Heaven Forbid
We were not made to meet our maker,
As conventional nonsense suggests.
We were made to find people we love
And people we loathe.
Loathing and loving together in
Dystopian harmony,
We’ll find those who we feel are worth
Sharing the air that we breathe.

When we find one of those people,
We start to feel different inside.
Those people we put up above
Everyone that we know.
They’ll tell you that love is eternal,
But you can’t love the one that you love
When your life is still going
And theirs has been carried away.

So Heaven forbid
That Heaven exist,
Because I want to rot
In the ground with you.
Or we’ll donate our bodies
To science and be taken
Apart by medical residents.
Heaven forbid
That Heaven exist,
Because I’d like to stay
In my urn on the shelf.
Heaven forbid
That Heaven exist
Because I want to be with you.

We are all so disgustingly human
With black in our heads and our hearts,
Which makes it impressive enough
That we search the whole world
For someone to spend all our time with,
To share in our sorrow and joy,
To make the good better
And all the bad spirit away.

When our lives are over and done with,
How will we know where we will all go?
There are rumors of up
There are rumors of us going down.
If we’re to go different directions,
Is Heaven the place up above,
Or are both ends the hells
That would tear such a union to shreds?

(We were not made to meet our maker.)