Polyester Morning

Opal – Polyester Morning (2005)

Opal

This is the first track that Polyester Morning recorded. At the time of this recording it was just Heather Whittaker, Ben Crisman, and myself, Jason Legler. I had pretty much just met Heather and Ben and it was a riff I had been playing for a long time but really never did anything with. Ben wrote drums and recorded in about 3 hours, Heather wrote lyrics and recorded in about 3 more hours, and I recorded everything else and mixed in in about 3 hours. It was recorded in Heather’s parents’ attic and to date is probably the best environment I have ever mixed or recorded in. I’m not exaggerating, that attic sounded better than any studio I have ever been in. Anyway, this is the recording.

A story we’ve heard a thousand times,
A rhyme that’s ideal and perfected over time,
A live lived over and over,
In their useless existence they are plain and impure.

Life’s so futile and naked.

Looking through the glass I see figures and shapeless
faces of people who are unaccomplished.
Everyone sees through you;
and ahead of you lies nothing… Lies nothing.

Life’s so futile and naked.

Your artless and plain distinction
displays your colorless affection.

Life’s so futile and naked.

Defensive – Polyester Morning (2005)

Defensive

This is the second track that Polyester Morning recorded. I still hate the guitar tone which probably means that it sucked. Heather sang the hell out of it though. The band was officially made up of me, Heather Whittaker-Legler, Ben Crisman, Todd Sarratt, and Jeremy Craven. Over the life of the band we went through a few different lineups but I don’t remember most of them and the ones listed were the most productive together. It was a hard band to be in because everyone had such different tastes; the music ended up being pretty good in hindsight though.

Children wailing in the background,
offer what you want to say
to stop this horror you’ve created.
Tell me who you’re trying to save… Who are you trying to save?

The problem’s yours until you fly away;
So, sing your praises while you’re in your cage.
Hopefully the same god that brought you here
will be the same on that you meet with tears.

Resonating in the head noise.
Sleeping peacefully while death awaits.
One am and lives are changing.
Why can’t you look them in the face? Look them in the face.

The problem’s yours until you fly away;
So, sing your praises while you’re in your cage.
Hopefully the same god that brought you here
will be the same on that you meet with tears.

What was running through your head?
Calm and quiet you stare ahead.
The words that you mutter
are themes of glory and praise.

The problem’s yours until you fly away;
So, sing your praises while you’re in your cage.
Hopefully the same god that brought you here
will be the same on that you meet with tears.

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