Rare Circumstances EP

by Flower Coronet

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All 6 tracks recorded in October to November of 2011 in a serious frenzy in my then-new garage recording studio. Lyrics mostly involve struggling relationships (friends and lovers alike) with some upbeat notes here and there such as Architecture’s fantasizing for world travels.

Reviewed at IndieMusicReviewer (3 / 5 stars):


released November 4, 2011

All songs written by Andrew Grannis. All instruments played, recorded, and mixed by Andrew Grannis.




Flower Coronet Los Angeles, California

Flower Coronet is...

... "a Lo-fi, Dumbwaiter new jazz consequence that employs mathy riffs, fusion precision, and an intense instrumental chamber-rock narrative." -SPREAD

"...like if Alan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker started swinging while on tour with a math rock band."
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Track Name: Neglect, Disconnect, Reconnect
Take back what I know is me even if by force and it hurts, if I have to!
So caught in a catchy beat, a skipping groove,
[I] could not tell that I was moving nowhere, stuck in time.
Push back on the things that hold me down,
So I can breathe & love & focus on what is mine.

Clean in space, not clean in mind.
See the forestry erase hundreds of thoughts, hundreds of tiny problems.
Direction unclear, but who really cares?
It's not the place you're going but how much mischief you can cause along the way.

You're selfish beings, but me? I'd like to share.
Here is the line I drew and do you notice how you're standing past it, there?

Take back what I know is me...

Neglect, disconnect, reconnect.

No longer will I handle my affairs this way, with what frustration that hath wrought.
This creativity streak has always been my blood, as has the inspiration-sparking love.
Keep true to who I am, despite my many faults and all the bonds that need to stay or stop.
Sickly sweet, the sentiment is something I despised but now [I] realize that there is reason.
Distance myself from distancing, I'll stay close and tight with ways known now to function,
And I'll work to better still the known routines and be known myself for that instead of treason.
Track Name: Pull Back
Leave no time to breathe, though under-appreciated.
Expressing a thought is hard when all you do is talk.
No hard words exchanged means never a friend is made.
These routines are fucked. A good life is motion, a constant of change.

Pull back, pull back!

Be weird if you want to, the limit on toleration far from your silhouette.
Your cantilever broke and fell to the sea, tumbling, rapturous your riot lip.

Take a beating to the brow, let your teeth fall out.
You're not defined by how you sound but then what words come out

Left no room for needs, get back to the planting of a seed.
It's odd how this comes and goes when I know what I want.
Feels good where I'm going but [it] couldn't come fast enough.
Ink "self" over "else," but do it with caring. Pass it all along, make them all trees!

They tell me to take my thoughts and stand in one place and tie a rope around my neck and jump (they're gone!),
but I won't do it, spitting, face is like I'm choking, all the while thinking what I'll do when I am DOWN.

A licorice dream, deliberate on how the ceiling will seem
When I'm doing this for earnings, not just when bides the time.
Dishonesty speaks and it seems life will spread it wide.
It's all just a mess, shit to get together, [and] yet we're alright.

Pull back, pull back!
Track Name: Architecture
All rail spikes are steel, even where you're sleeping now.
Cross them all as you drift yard to yard to yard to airport.
With humbled hands (which I miss), you learn the customs, but the language leaves your grasp and like a newborn you relearn your first steps.

Adventuresome month!
A beautiful month!
Incarnating month!
All sent home.

Tell me all your stories, will you dear?
Inspire me, [I] aspire to the scenes that you have seen.
Start a book for our frontiers:
Cobbled pictures [and] thoughts for what we're like in fifteen years.

Build it with fervor!
A foreign, a learner.
In culture, in color, for when you're a worker,
Recall to your prompts. Exhaust all your souvenirs.
Let your lightest memories from [these] travels be your paradigm.
Track Name: Odd Images
You're old enough to be someone else's lover.
I'm young enough to be your father's youngest son.

Odd images... odd images.

When I see you every day [and] the one I love just a handful, I'm mindful of future plans.
I'll stay on the path I call the strong.
Track Name: Cruelties of Men (Passages II)
Unfortunate character enters the room.
A beat, a breath, a pause. What will she do?
This cause, an enemy, [is] a common bond. A call to arms is made, exclusions formed.
Subtle psychological sins compact, magnified tenfold to counteract.

Would you push this man to a limit just to find out what he's worth?
In archaic motions you find tumultuously timid, we push a man to his limits.

Motionless, but windows blurred with sky and beach front passing by.
Shaking hands and deep regrets will capsulize [and] de-clarify reasoning, apostrophes.
We killed a man to watch him die!

We pushed a man to his limits just to find out what he's worth.
And in the contours of his decay, we found his limits told it all.

Our song farewell, this hymn: ...