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released December 18, 2010

Personnel:
Sophie Amelkin - Vocals
Keith Butler Jr. - Drums
David Easton - Guitar
Jacob Hurley - Upright Bass
Justin Lacy - Vocals, Guitar, Bells, Synth, Synth Bass
Adam Powell - Vocals, Whistling
AJ Reynolds - Saxophone, Clarinet

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Justin Lacy and the Swimming Machine Wilmington, North Carolina

The Swimming Machine runs on combustion. Fill it with fuel – a blend of upright bass, sax, guitar, banjo, mandolin, violin, xylophone and trumpet. To ignite, whistle, shout, and sing. Oxygen is required. Stomp if it gives you any trouble. To get the pistons turning, stir in some tambourines, buckets, shakers, cymbals, spoons, a tin can and as many floor toms as you can get your hands on. ... more

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Track Name: Merry Xmas, MixGrotto (Goodnight)
Merry Christmas, St. Nicholas
We caught and dragged him to the back of the lot
Spooner cuffed and gagged him in segments of flannel,
Mr. Bibo’s got a gun to his heart

Cupid, Donder, Dasher and Blitzen were missin’
And we set the rest away to roam
And we were soakin Main Street in kerosene cans
Careful not to jump off the roofs we land on

There were wreaths lining the streets,
And we rocked the pavement
Till the damned things fell off
Cause darlin’ had a brand new dance and nobody cared
So we’d riot till they smoked our bones

Police see what they see
And they’d gas us till we cough up and run
And in the run St. Nick somehow
Unbound himself from capture
And he’s like, “Whoa! I got a knife!”
And we’re like, “Whoa, he’s got a knife!”
And he’s like, “Oh, you better run.” And he said,

“Merry Christmas, MixGrotto, goodnight,
Merry Christmas, MixGrotto, goodnight
Have yourself a happy new year, but it's time
For me to turn away your ever-open eyes”

She said, “None of this matters,
This little world I think you found yourself in,
Fame is not a fortune when friends are forgotten
Don’t let it into your head, my friend.”

And I ask Old Brown, “What’s it translate into—
This little world we got so comfortable in?”
We drink and read a little ‘bout ourselves
And Old Ben’s got a cig to his lips

It’s so ea-easy to leave
Separation’s always been a serenade
Spooner got a mouthful and he checked out of town
And we all closed our doors in fear of Santa coming ‘round

There were wreaths lining the streets,
And we rocked the pavement
Till the damned things fell down
Cause baby had a brand new dance and nobody cared
And I was hopin’ they’d come through,
But maybe I’ll be leavin tonight, and I’ll say

“Merry Christmas, MixGrotto, goodbye,
Merry Christmas, MixGrotto, goodnight
Have yourself a happy new year, but the time has come
For me to turn away your ever-open eyes”