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This is a split EP, with songs from Cannonball Statman and Phoebe Novak. Recorded in Brooklyn, NY during the Summer of 2013.

Cannonball Statman emerged in 2012 after a bizarre hand injury left an NYC-based musician writing songs with altered guitar techniques that allowed him to play with his left hand in a cast, under the name Cannonball Statman. His music draws equal inspiration from the worlds of folk and punk, and his songs are normally dark, fast-paced, and chaotic, with bizarre, dystopian lyrical themes.

“His sense of fun is infectious, and his shameless innocence is endearing. Statman is the sort who may well conquer the world, if he doesn’t destroy it first.” - Jon Berger, Boog City Press

Phoebe Novak grew up in NY playing alongside the likes of Diane Cluck and Regina Spektor. After a 6 year hiatus in Northern VA, she has reemerged powerfully onto the NYC scene with her haunted visceral screams and dripping melodic gypsy lullabies. She looks forward to swallowing the audience in her enchanted spell-web that was taught to her by a witch who kept her as a pet during her stay in California.

"She uses her voice in a truly unique way which sounds like a mix of yodeling/growling and powerful female vocals. As crazy as that reads, it’s absolutely amazing live and you FEEL the pain and anger in her soul..." - Trumpet Grrrl

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released December 6, 2013

(Tracks 1, 3, and 5)
Cannonball Statman - Frankenguitar, Acoustic Guitar, and Vocals.
All music and lyrics by Cannonball Statman.

(Tracks 2, 4, and 6)
Phoebe Novak - Acoustic Guitar and Vocals.
All music and lyrics by Phoebe Novak, except for Track 2, which is by James Colvin.

Recording engineered and produced by Cannonball Statman in Brooklyn, NY.
Artwork by Mike Shoykhet.

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Phoebe Novak grew up in NY playing alongside the likes of Diane Cluck and Regina Spektor. After a 6 year hiatus, she has reemerged powerfully onto the NYC scene with her visceral screams and dripping gypsy lullabies. Cannonball Statman began when a part-canine musician wrote songs he could play with an injured left hand. The chaotic, dystopian songs are still performed, but the hand has recovered. ... more

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Track Name: Cannonball Statman - Strasbourg
I steal from the rich, and I give to the poor, and I
never, ever get caught.
My roommate's doing well, she was sick, but now she's better, and
now she has everything she wants.
Time is moving slower here, or maybe I'm just getting older,
maybe I'm just having less fun.
I haven't changed much, I still look like a psycho, and I
sit in the basement, collecting dust.

I live in my mind, and that's where I spend my time, and I
never, ever get lost.
My roommate's getting old, now she sits in a wheelchair, and
complains about Yoko and John.
John didn't die, Yoko covered it up, now she
lives in a nearby hotel.
Tries to sell her soul, but no one will buy it,
souls don't come cheap. Not here in Strasbourg.

I woke in the morning with a pain in my shoulder, and it
stung and it burned like the devil himself.
Talked to a doctor in my dumb American accent, and he
smiled and ran through some standard tests, he said
judging from the results, and your medical history,
I've got a diagnosis for the problem you have.
You're carrying far too much weight on your shoulders,
maybe it's time - take the year off.

I'm having all these dreams where I get good at swimming,
I'm better at swimming than I ever have been.
I win Olympic medals, and I swim the English Channel,
ten times in one year. Yeah, ain't that some shit,
and I work for the French government, go on secret missions, and
they pay me to swim to the edges of the Earth.
One day I drown, I know that I've failed,
wake up right here. Back home in Strasbourg.
Track Name: Phoebe Novak - Logical Heart
You've got a missile with one million ways to miss
And I've got your number, but the snakes, I hear them hiss
And we're all wrapped up around the same membrane
And we used our hands as a sign to stay sane
And your logical heart was forged deep inside of an exploding star
Maybe that's why I can still feel you no matter where you are
And waiting for the smelling salts to work
And when you finally come around, call me a jerk
And her only wish is that her emotions aren't for sale
Then along comes a song about a lonely dollar bill
Sitting on the window sill, still snorting blood and pills
And your logical heart was forged deep inside of an exploding star
I can still fell you no matter where you go to build up new scars
And we're left pretending not to notice her machine
Those shiny little demons can learn a thing or two from me
And your logical heart was forged deep inside of an exploding star
Maybe that's why I can still feel you no matter where you are
And your logical heart was forged deep inside of an exploding star
I can still feel you no matter where you go to build up your scars
And we're perpetually hoping to return
Track Name: Cannonball Statman - My Mind is Cold, and I am Somebody
A patient in ward 13 South at May Reves Hospital Center
told me that in the Fall of 2007, our world was taken hostage
by an evil being from another dimension!
I nodded, and stared into his exposed stomach, which
quaked in fear of his dissociated mind!
Ward 13 South is an adult psychiatric unit, I was given pills
of various shapes and sizes, with the presumed intention of
adjusting the temperature of my mind
to a state of maximum warmth.
When the pills proved ineffective, I turned in a 72-hour letter
to the director of the hospital.
I was promptly discharged, and it was advised that I have
no further contact with anyone I had met on the unit.
What happens on 13 South stays on 13 South!
Through their many failed attempts to adjust the temperature
of my mind, the doctors on ward 13 South proved themselves to be
both weak and incompetent as
human beings and medical professionals, respectively.
And though my mind remains at a steady temperature of
12 degrees Fahrenheit, far lower than that of
the average American, I was often noted for the warm presence
I brought to the otherwise cold and clinical environment
of the unit.
In the hours leading up to my discharge,
I borrowed a number 2 pencil from the Nurse's Station.
And in an empty space on the wall in the four-bedded room
I'd called a home the past ten days, I wrote,
I have reached the other side, and the grass is no greener,
than from within the confines of your Chinese prison.
My mind is cold, and I am somebody!

Good evening, I am somebody.
Talked to the man who lived without a home,
told me he wasn't that scared.
Talked to the man who inherited the world,
yeah, he told me he wasn't that sad.
Found the spiders, breeding on the couch,
on top of my bed.
Found a piece of wood inside my thumb.
I tore it out! Yeah!
Talked to the man who was trapped within the walls of a
prison, hidden underground.
Singing, when your mind is cold, you are somebody.
When your mind is cold, you are somebody.
You can be everybody.
I'd like to thank you for having me tonight.
But when your mind is cold, you'll thank me. Yeah!

Talked to the man who lived without a heart,
told me he wasn't that lost.
Talked to the man who lived without a name,
yeah, he told me he wasn't that sad.
Found out you were in my dream, when I
thought about you all night.
You were a vampire, in a vampire bar,
drinking blood until you died! Yeah!
Talked to the man who was standing next to you,
he stared into my eyes.
And when your mind is cold, you are somebody.
When your mind is cold, you are somebody.
You can be everybody.
I'd like to thank you for having me tonight.
But when your mind is cold, you'll thank me. Yeah!
Track Name: Phoebe Novak - Time
One time
There was this time
Where I looked up in your eyes and
Something shifted
No longer friends, you've been listed
Among the them
The ones that I want near me
All of the time
All of the time
One time
There was this time
Where I grazed your face
with my fingertips
How i was gripping my pants at the
Thought of your hands
Touching mine and everything else
All of the time
All of the time
In time , you will be mine
But do you
Feel like I do I
Don't know if I want to know your truth
Cuz I think right now we might not see eye to eye
But at this point I think
I just can't go back in time
In time
In time, you will be mine, you will
But I know only time can tell
If and how
Our souls will meld
Only time can bend this taile
And it's end
Oh Oh I still want you all the time
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the time
All the time, all from one look
All just from one moment in
Time
Track Name: Cannonball Statman - Cannonball Becomes the One Armed Man
My friend got drunk at a poetry reading,
we went down to Union Square.
We were hungry like a New York City band,
I cut off my hand.
It grew back.
My hands are like that, yeah,
sometimes, my hands grow back.
And the world was small.
The world was my house.
But the world was always out to get us.
You're probably just a pathological liar, and
I don't trust that type.
You're just another clinically proven formula to
drive me insane.

Someone in the mud tonight stole half of my heart,
and I sold my art.
Recently, my tendons have been severing themselves.
I once was lost, now I'm found.
Recently, the surgeons amputated my left arm.
The one on the right is as good as new.
Dancing in the woods last night, we saw a giant bat.
And I screamed, what the hell is that?

So make some fucking noise, you've only got a few more years,
everything you do will outlive you.
So make some fucking noise, I know you can do it.
I'm the one armed man, even I can.
Don't think you're safe.
Don't think you're safe, I want everyone to be obese.
Except for me, because I can't do that to myself.
Don't think you're safe.
Don't think you're safe, I want everyone to be obese,
so I can feed them to the dark parasite living in the
shadow of the door, to the room where I was handcuffed,
beaten and taken away by a group of rogue Federal agents,
who almost killed me completely, but thanks to the
dissociative fugue state that I'm in, and a
lack of sleep and hydration,
I am here, with my guitar.
Singing to you.

Hey, I'm the one armed man.
I can walk, but I can't talk.
This will be your last day in the mud,
tonight, I'm taking you away.
Track Name: Phoebe Novak - Untitled
This is just a reminder that I want your
Love, give me all of it now, I don't care how
It kills me
What are we going to do about all of these doubts
I mean, what are we going to do with all of these
All of these
But-I-I-love-yous
But-I-I-love-yous
Kept sharp, to shear the heart
To make it's mark, I've made my mark
But I, I love you
But I, I love you
But I love you
But I love you
But what, what is there to do
What point of view to choose
Cuz I love you will always precede
The blues
This would be so much more easy without needing you
I need you to bleed out for me onto your feet
Always somedays I crave old days
Not like then but more like when we would not spend
Energy, on the things, that don't mean anything
Unlike these
Unlike these
But-I-I-love-yous
But-I-I-love-yous
Kept sharp, to shear the heart
To make its mark, you've made your mark
But I, I love you
But I, I love you
But I love you
But I love you
But what, what is there to do
What point of view to choose
Cuz I love you always precedes
The blues
It is so goddamned
Hard
Hard
To
Love
You

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