PUSH​/​PULL

by ELSINORE

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The four original members of Elsinore, three of whom were music majors at a small state school, met in downstate Illinois. After minor Midwest touring the band recorded their first full-length, Nothing For Design (2005). Not long after, Elsinore abandoned their rootsy Americana sound, cased their acoustics, and went electric. While still midwest-identified Illinois boys, they discovered even deeper roots—in Liverpool. Meet Elsinore international, still fluent in the U.S. idiom, now mastering the international language of Pop. And meet two new friends: producers Anthony Gravino and Adam Schmitt (90s major label Pop genius!). Working between Gravino’s Chicago studio and Schmitt’s Urbana studio, over the course of a dedicated two and a half years (an estimated 1,000 hours of studio time interspersed with over 200 live shows from coast to coast), they produced the head-turning album Yes Yes Yes.

Indefatigable talent Ryan Groff penned a new book of songs while weathering a series of life-bending personal trials: coast-to-coast tours, childbirth, a near-death experience of the now ex-drummer, and winter-born interpersonal tension. With newfound ally: seasoned, visionary producer Beau Sorenson (Death Cab for Cutie, Bob Mould, Superchunk, Sparklehorse), five days before entering the recording studio to commit the implosive new material to tape, the eight-year-old quartet unexpectedly found itself a duo. Turning tragedy into opportunity, Sorenson, Groff, and Elsinore keyboardist Mark Woolwine approached long-time musical crushes drummer James Treichler and bassist Brad Threlkeld. The new rhythm section accepted, strapped themselves into Groff/Woolwine’s meteoric musical rocketship, and the five-man supergroup entered Mark Rubel’s Pogo Studio.

Maybe there’s something about the tornadic midwest that transforms humble musicians into song monsters capable of explosive, emotive eruption. The ever-resilient Elsinore, for a moment on the ropes, has bounced back swinging. The brave next leap for an upward-bound band, PUSH/PULL parts the curtains on a new sunrise.

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released 01 October 2013

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Track Name: The Art of Pulling
Getting through to you is like
putting things in jars to keep them new
But, this disconnect and genuflection
is something I don't understand or want to
There's something in the water here
that keeps blood pumping, legs and feet running
I'm forgetting all about the weeks, the days,
the hours, and minutes spent alone

You should tell me now if you think
you've got the answer
I've got the feeling you've got it all wrong
You could stay in bed from the
summer to the winter
But, that won't do you any good
That won't do you any good

Who's got the time and who's got the money?
What's in between your head and your body?
Who ever said that this would be easy?

I'm putting fingers to your neck
and checking for a pulse or anything
And you should consider last fall
a wakeup call, alarm bells ringing
Give me a heartbeat, remember your feet
Tuck it all in, tighten it up

You should catch the symbolism
hiding in your heartspace
I've got the feeling it's been there all along
You could stick around until
the middle of the spring
But, what are the means to the end?
What are the means to the end?

Who's got the time and who's got the money?
What's in between your head and your body?
No one ever said that this would be easy.
Track Name: Fatal Flaw
The temperature of your body
is related to your temper
and the shortness of your fuse
And the wreckingballs,
the phrases that you swing at me,
are detrimental to my fragile form
They're the fatal flaw of your love for me

Every word I write has strings
tied tightly to you
You would stand in front of me
with your head down just to appease me

You're the government,
the inverse of a crossword
You're a palindrome, you're fake fur
Reading Vonnegut back to front
I want to see you now
Want to hear the way your words have changed
You were always one to hope for rain
Have you found the right umbrella?

If you are a cosmonaut, stay out
Where are you?
Circumstances as they are
I prefer no surprises
Track Name: The Thermostat, The Telephone
You told me so openly, love,
that I'm all you've been thinking of
You wouldn't go back on that now
You followed along from the start
and all that you brought was your heart
A pumping machine in your chest
And, this is how it is. This is how it is.

I'm turning off the telephone,
the thermostat inside my home
I'll have the mail held back for weeks
and still this is no guarantee
I'm doing everything I can

I'm letting the temperature drop
and hoping this clicking might stop
The chemical balance is off
You traded your heart machine in
for one on the television
The hours and dollars you spend
And, this is how it is. This is how it is.
This is how it is.
This is how it is. This is how it is.
This is how it is.

I'm turning off the telephone,
the thermostat inside my home
I'll have the mail held back for weeks
and burn the furniture for heat
I'm doing everything I can

You're hanging like the Hindenburg
inside my head
I'm putting out the fire,
but it's not looking good
I don't believe a word you say
Can California be that great?
Track Name: Sinister Sister
According to our records
you're moving against the grain
You're filling your nights and days
with nothing but blue, green, and grey
And what's that right in front of you?
An open door
You're noticing the cracks
in the floor more and more each day

When the trouble starts
up come the walls around your heart
Can it do you any good to be carved out of wood
when you're left out in the rain?
She was a sinister sister,
can you forget her?
We get the feeling this isn't the first or last

You're choosing just to sleep all day
and creep around at night
And you've been reading every book
you've been meaning to your whole life
And what's that right behind you?
Love and hate, a bed unmade
You learned to reciprocate
What you got you gave
And every battle lost you the war
Track Name: New England
Move your roots so far away
and then get back to me
Put the children off to bed
It's nothing they should see
Pull your hair back, cross your hands
They're getting in the way
Pull the pictures off the walls
The nails hang empty

Paint yourself into a corner
That's what you're best at
Keep unpacking all you've hoarded
It won't take you back

Close your eyes and count it up,
the times you gave me up
Forty thousand parachutes
you credited to luck
Healing all your cuts and bruises
geographically
Sister cities both forgetting you
so easily

Point your finger at the one
who left the fighting front
I think you know why I'm here
and everything you've done

I remember last December,
I was chasing after you
and leafing through the pages
you scribbled out in blue
Frozen mornings in New England
don't discount your double-dealing
You're the secretary general
and a one-man wrecking crew
Track Name: Ultraviolence
I dreamed I told you off last night
and for some reason you were alright with it
I dreamed last night I knocked you out
Oh, when was the last time that you were violent?
I woke up in the middle of the night
and everything in the room was violet
I called you, but you didn't pick up
Oh, when was the last time you were silent?

Oh, Albert, won't you make up your mind
Oh, you can do it anytime.
Oh, Albert, won't you make up your mind

Why do you make things electric,
and always wanting to make a night of it?
Oh, do you think of knocking me out?
Oh, when was the last time that you were violent?
Track Name: Life Inside an Elephant
I guess you were right
There's no point in lingering for days
Let's be civilized
Untie my hands and let me walk around
Oh, and catch my breath

There's no going back
You are here and this is really happening
You're standing right there
Is this going just the way you'd imagined,
from the smell in the air to the look on your face?

There's sweat in my eyes
Do you think you can do something about that?
There's a little bit of light
creeping through the cracks around the door

And then I close my eyes and remember
the way your heart slows in December
And how you metabolize and squint your eyes
All this life outside this little room

Think about the things that I have told you
We're getting on so well I feel like I know you
Is that part of the plan?

Life inside an elephant
Altering your present tense
Hesitantly permanent
Are you really one of them?
Track Name: Evens
You've been putting your clothes on all wrong
and forgetting the words to your favorite song
What has been happening, what has gone wrong?
Is it just something you can't quite put your finger on?

You've got it all figured out this time
I can't compete. You've written everything down
You've got it all figured out this time
I can't do anything at all
Track Name: Residential Weather
On the coldest winter night
the neighborhood ignites
The chimneys and porchlights,
all those signs of life

The neighbors come and go,
the ones I like and the ones I don't know
Turn off the phone
Sometimes I just don't want to know
that the wheels are turning, fires burning,
thinking about how other people live

Cars pass by and I think you're home
I get myself together
You've been feeling the winter swell,
adjusting to the weather

I walk around at night,
the tops of heads and the bedroom lights
Hitchcock moments,
the definition is so high
I put a fence in my yard to keep things in and out
Shadows from the passing headlights
Flickering inside from the television

Cars pass by and I think you're home
I get myself together
I've been fleeting and catching hell
Adjusting to the weather

The cold outside is too much for me
Inside my house is where I can breathe
And there's nothing ever on TV
Just the air outside
Track Name: Mislocation
You always get nervous in this light
It must be something from childhood
Some great repression, don't you think?
And what was the catalyst?

So many seeds of the 1980s
have grown into gardens
in your adult mind
But, you never tended to them
and you let them all die
in the drought of 2005
You're inclined to sell everything
and move to the city
A mislocation

And you know that you have
felt this way from the start
And you can't remember if it was
your head or your heart

This is a word from someone who's been there
and someone who can understand your plight
And I know that it gets lonely
It gets lonely for us all

I promise that it all gets easier with time
You're just having trouble connecting the lines
The government's not a part of this
There's no paperwork for how you're feeling
Color charts and seismographs and atlases
can't triangulate your whereabouts,
your mental state, your complicated disarray

This is a word from someone who's been there
and someone who can understand your plight
And I know that it gets lonely
It gets lonely for us all
This is a word from someone who's been there
and understands the art of the sleepless night
And I know that it gets lonely...
I know that it gets lonely
I know that it gets lonely
I know that it gets lonely