Supermoon Lunar Eclipse

by The Painters / Carla Sagan

  • Cassette + Digital Album

    High-bias cassette. Includes 3 stickers, a lyrics sheet, and a comic depicting the world of Carla Sagan designed by David Kleiser. Limited to 70 copies. Sticker colour may vary with each order.

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The Painters:
All words by Alex Bourque
Performed by Alex Bourque and Michael Halls
Recorded September-October 2015 at EGG PAPER FACTORY
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Michael Halls
Graphic design by Josh Boguski

Carla Sagan:
All songs by Claire Guimond and Mariah Andrews
Recorded August 2015 and November 2016 at EGG PAPER FACTORY
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Josh Boguski
Mariah Andrews - Vocals [5-7], Bass [5-7]
Claire Guimond - Vocals [5-7], Keyboard/Synths [5-7], Guitar [6]
Christopher Hauer - Guitar [5-7]
Ellen Belshaw - Spoken Words [6]
Josef McGuigan - Drums [5,6]
Josh Boguski - Percussion [5], Guitar [6], Synths [6,7], Drum Machine [7], Drums [7]

Cover art by Josh Boguski and Alex Bourque


released March 21, 2017



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Track Name: The Painters - Growing Pains
Follow me, I'm wide out in the open
Never been so far from where I started
I can see your shadow in the distance,
Fluttering around with all the insects

What am I supposed to do,
If I never hear from you?

Keeping watch, my eyes set on the skyline
Never been so far inside of my mind
Growing pains are keeping my up at night,
Wide awake, but asleep at the same time

Never sure of anything,
But I'm always wondering
Track Name: The Painters - When The Fog Lifts
When the fog lifts, I'll be weightless in the trees
If I guess right, will it make sense, you and me?

I can name ten different places on your street,
But I forget how loving someone even feels

Call me over, I'll be wasted in a field
Let someone be my replacement, just to feel

Make my mind up, I'm a lamppost, you're the sun
Can't remember, we were somewhere having fun
Close your eyes and tell me you don't miss someone

Is it me?

Take a second, or a minute, couple years,
I'll be at my place drinking seven hundred beers
When I wake up from this dream I thought I had,
Can't remember, guess it wasn't half as bad

What does it mean?

Be a piece of someone's memories for a while,
While I remember fuckin' slowly how to smile
Pull my sheets up, I'm a ghost now, think of me
When you're walking down by my place, think of me
When the fog lifts, I'll be weightless, think of me
Track Name: Carla Sagan - Permanent
I heard you’re on the way out, but I feel nice when you’re here. I never got to ask you if you ask yourself to answer to your fears. Initials on the first page — all I will say for myself. These bags are half empty for what returns with me. I mean, I’m pessimistic… Even in the city I still like counting the stars after dark. And though we’re in this city for now, will my permanent home be in your heart? Emptiness on the first page. There’s lots of space for my friends — our heads are full of stardust! — nothing will ever break us: the oldest shit in the world.
Track Name: Carla Sagan - Make Believer
We don’t know anything! I computed your love, left imagining. Data makes no fucking sense. You said certainly; you’ve done the math just to prove, but I believe in nothing.
Track Name: Carla Sagan - White Noise
The moon the glow seems remote below, we all emit radiation. You absorb the light and you phosphoresce just on the surface. I see you through sixty miles of clouds — you look like an error. And no information could ever please the observer. White noise: the only signal you sent back to me for twenty years. It’s shit hardware cost me the chance, geostationary romance… Never look away from me. I’m almost obsolete.