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Corto

by Rent Party

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1.
All My Life 02:35
I’ve got nobody in my body, this bed breathes a quiet moan No more little feet to walk all over me, I’m making friends with alone I never saw myself drowning, never felt the years biding time Got this dusty love all around me, it’s my victory and my crime How could I be anything other than a mother or a wife How could I be anything other than enraged all my life Enraged all my life I make gardens green and plenty, make rooms within my aching heart These days all the cups are empty and no one needs me to play a part Sometimes I want to burn all the bridges, make ashes of my wedding vows Let the millstones be delivered, hide my troubles in the wretched ground How could I be anything other than a mother or a wife How could I be anything other than enraged all my life Enraged all my life Never knew I had the world before me, Thought there’s nothing more than making due Saw too late that I could make myself free Before the lies turned into truth How could I be anything other than a mother or a wife How could I be anything other than enraged all my life How could I be anything other than a mother or a wife How could I be anything other than enraged all my life Enraged all my life
2.
Stowaways 03:01
Only your smile can make me smile, only your call can make me pick up the phone, only your voice sounds like it means well. And I've never been imprisoned or jailed Only enclosed within borders no one drew No one marked, but still enforced And I paid to cross them, a stowaway I crossed them And I found another Earth, Hospitable if you play by the rules, Breaking them compromises health, I’ll be sick with you. Corto Maltese could have been your dad, Sideburns and a burning cigarette Furrowed brow beneath your hat. And I’ve never seen the Land of the Rising Sun, I’ve only sailed the warmer seas of Western hemisphere And their Gulf Stream And I paid to cross them, a stowaway I crossed them And I found another Earth, Hospitable if you play by the rules, Breaking them compromises health, I’ll be sick with you. These are the times of stowaways, Single-minded, perennially late, Parties go on a little duller when stowaways move on. And I found another Earth, Hospitable if you play by the rules, Breaking them compromises health, I’ll be sick with you.
3.
Time 02:08
The strongest link will snap loose and the brightest day will fade I touched your cheek and it felt like the flat side of the blade My eyes are silver in this light, I don’t even blink You’re out of sync now, you won’t have time to think Once again, time is out of joint cool to the touch, you’ll reach the boiling point A barbarian at the turnstile, I always pay for my fare my kingdom for a ticket to the middle of nowhere od blještavog centra grada do tajanstvene periferije sa tropskom gozbom u šatoru čekaš me I’ll give you all I have honey, my vinyl and my rhymes brass buckles and paperbacks, my attention and my time Once again, time is out of joint cool to the touch, you’ll reach the boiling point
4.
Whenever we hold each other, we hold each other There’s a feeling that’s gone, something has gone wrong And I don’t know how much longer I can take it House made of heart, break it, Take my head in your hands and shake it In this near wild heaven Not near enough Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven Whatever it takes I’m giving, it’s just a gift I’m given Try to live inside, trying to move inside And I always thought that it would make me smarter But it’s only made me think harder My heart thrown open wide In this near wild heaven Not near enough Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven I’m holding my hands together, I’m keeping my feet together, Time me up if you can, I’ll slip out of your hands And I’ll keep holding myself together In this near wild weather My head and my heart inside this near wild heaven Not near enough Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven Living inside, living inside, near wild heaven Note: To R.E.M. fanatics: yes, we added some lyrics. To R.E.M.: we finished the song for you. Thank you, and you're welcome!
5.
Snow Globe 02:05
Here I am again Wide awake at 3 AM Snow globe shake inside in my head Weary eyes turning red (40 winks, count sheep, can’t sleep) Staring at the ceiling How I hate this awful feeling Tossing left, turning right Maybe get up, have a bite (40 winks, count sheep, can’t sleep) I just want to close my eyes Lay me down and dream all night Drift away without a care Restful nights are something rare Why can’t I just drift away and dream all night, forget the day Greet the day all full of life If I could only sleep tonight The clock is ticking loud and The morning’s bearing down Shuffle down the hall While I mumble to the wall (40 winks, count sheep, can’t sleep) Long and fitful nights With no relief in site Sandman's debt I cannot pay Not another wasted day (40 winks, count sheep, can’t sleep) I just want to close my eyes Lay me down and dream all night Drift away without a care Restful nights are something rare Why can’t I just drift away and dream all night, forget the day Greet the day all full of life If I could only sleep tonight
6.
This road, you built it yourself, you laid that asphalt down Your escape right out of your factory town When you cross the red steel bridge over the railroad yard Your pain may disappear you’ll lower your guard You’re a nobody nobody sent* (nobody, nobody, nobody knows) a raisin in the sun+ The past is a string of events about to come undone You got your carpet bag you bought for a song Worried lines on your face, you won’t be worried long Push your luck like pedals on your old bike if you please The rubber hits the road, you push through the rust with ease You’re a nobody nobody sent (nobody, nobody, nobody knows) a raisin in the sun The past is a string of events about to come undone Just past the Skyway toll you check your face in your phone Paint your lips red and line your eyes, you’re a precious rhinestone You’re a nobody nobody sent (nobody, nobody, nobody knows) a raisin in the sun The past is a string of events about to come undone * This song is not about Abner Mikva. + A reference to Langston Hughes' poem "Harlem" and Lorraine Hansberry's play "A Raisin in the Sun."
7.
Sunglasses 03:03
Shut-down neighborhoods, old jalopy trucks, they love the rust and decay. Transient forever in temporary homes, we set up camp but never stay. You’ll find me at Six Corners, and accidental tramp or dancing for the crowd at the fair, down the rabbit hole with all the cool friends their grins float in the air. Last year I was nobody, this year is the same, today I need sunglasses in the rain. I travel as far as I can in this world in my mind in front of the screen. Shadowy past-life companions come along, play music for beer and caffeine. From the fog of Brisbane to Darlinghurst nights, roadwork slows us down. We inch past the Pacific Motorway lights, sing along to “Streets of Your Town.” “They shut it down, they closed it down, they pulled it down.”* Last year I was nobody, this year is the same, today I need sunglasses in the rain. *a direct quote from “Streets of Your Town” by The Go-Betweens
8.
Bella Ciao 01:56
Una mattina mi son svegliato O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Una mattina mi son svegliato Eo ho trovato l'invasor O partigiano porta mi via O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao O partigiano porta mi via Che mi sento di morir E se io muoio da partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E se io muoio da partigiano Tu mi devi seppellir Mi seppellire lassù in montagna O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Mi seppellire lassù in montagna Sotto l'ombra di un bel fiore E le genti che passeranno O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E le genti che passeranno Mi diranno: "Che bel fior" È questo il fiore del partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao È questo il fiore del partigiano Morto per la libertà Grazie mille, Marxists.org, for providing the lyrics!

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Eight songs (+ a bonus track for those who donwload the album), each 2-3 minutes in duration = un álbum muy corto. The title is also a nod to Hugo Pratt's comic book character Corto Maltese, mentioned in "Stowaways."

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released June 16, 2023

Lunch Bag Records, 2023, LP

All songs written by Rent Party, except "All My Life" (Heather Brown), "Near Wild Heaven" (Michael Stipe, Pete Buck, Bill Berry, and Mike Mills), and "Bella Ciao" (traditional).

Recorded at at Five Cats Audio in Highland Park, IL by Matt Sobczyk.

Mixed and mastered at Lyndhurst Bon Ton Academy by Stanislav Žabić.

Rent Party are: Holly Rose Shapiro (drums, keyboard), Matt Sobczyk (bass, guitar, vocals), and Snežana Žabić (guitar, vocals).

Special HVALA to:
Heather Brown (guitar and vocals on "All My Life), Carey Anne Farrell harmony vocals on "Near Wild Heaven"), and Brian Armknecht (guitar on "Bella Ciao").

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Rent Party Chicago, Illinois

We're Sneza (the axe-wielding wailer), Holly (the beat master extraordinaire), and Matt (bass-string and vocal-cord vibrations), and we're your favorite feminist garage folk band. Since 2014, we've been peddling original tunes and multilingual covers on stages and streets of our hometown Chicago, Cleveland, Detroit, Minneapolis, New Jersey, and New York. Featured on The Watt From Pedro Show. ... more

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