PRINT SALE

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PRINT SALE is the amalgamation of years of writing, playing and studio recording. What began as a math-funk-rock band soon became The Rooftops with the addition of Chris and Brendan, and the sound shifted to incorporate songwriting and vocal layering. It was during this time that Friend of Mine and its reprise were mixed at Berry-au-Bac in Santa Cruz. These college years also saw the creation of the folk trio Hadron Colliders, where songs like Appliance, Red Tape, and Next To Me were later conceived.

As college ended, so did these projects die out. With the remaining recordings, Marshall and Evan returned to their roots and released these songs under the original pseudonym, collaborating with Chris to record the final track, I Am the World.

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released 28 January 2013
Evan Kaiser - Drums, Keys, Vocal Harmonies, Backing Guitar
Marshall Hattersley - Lead Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Piano, Saxaphone

Featuring
Chris McIntyre - Bass, Vocal Harmonies, (Friend of Mine, I Am The World, Reprise), Backing Guitar (I Am the World)
Brendan Schwarz - Guitar, Vocal Harmonies (Friend of Mine/Reprise)

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Print Sale California

Marshall Hattersley and Evan Kaiser have been making music together for three years and will continue to do so forever. Their project Print Sale blends an undying love of polyrhythms, instrumental jazz-rock sensibilities, and odd time signatures with sweeping sonic experimentations, four-part vocal harmonies, and crushingly honest ballad craft. ... more

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Track Name: Next To Me
Scraped the skin off my knees
Find myself desperately next to me
No company disturbs the heat
Mountains crash underneath next to me
Track Name: Friend Of Mine
Take a leap, expose the filth
You are dead as somebody else
Burn the bridge behind that door
Don’t look back anymore

Settle down and bide your time
No good friend of mine
Every minute worth a mile
Shallow foil of mind
Nothing is too real to handle

Watch the buildings collapse to your feet
As your jewelery bathes in the sun
But when stars collide where will it be
You run and hide

Settle down and bide your time
A no good friend of mine
Every minute worth a mile
Shallow foil of mind
Nothing is too real to handle

I need this time to breath
Too ripe too bright it seems
Wind papers like any slight breeze
Could knock the wind right out of me

Settle down and bide your time
A no good friend of mine
Every minute worth a mile
Shallow foil of mind
Nothing is too real to handle
Track Name: Red Tape
White little dove I see the imagery that cradles the weak
Can we live without those desire guiding over our material lives
But when the red tape fades with a soulless dying breath
And continents sink down below the ocean floor

I am changing
I am gone
I don't know when I should return
Track Name: Appliance
Poetry shines on the table
Reflecting in pools of your eyes
It binds so strong
I cannot bear but to dive right in

The beautiful words shine brightly
Hallowed and forged so wildly
Amassed in the sun strokes
Wizened by sores
I cannot bear but to dive right in

Lone misguided little bird
Chilling skies left to burn
Lone misguided little bird
Track Name: I Am The World
When all my fears come back to me
When all my father’s friends laugh
And on the waves
Hatching ground
I know I know
I see it all reveal

Within a second the planes burns down
And in that moment
I am the world
I am the world
I see it all unfurl

Misaligned retrospective
Here arriving
Here arriving

At once gone, none to blame
We are all outside ourselves
Unseen
Track Name: Reprise
From those grassy hills she rose
Past the rubble and the stone
But when all is said and done
Will she die alone
Will she die alone?

Nothing is too real to handle

As if fate had lost its game
To some softly hallowed grave
As if some semi-divine mien
Had not been maintained
Could not be maintained

Nothing is too real to handle

I need this time to breath
Too ripe, too bright it seems
I need this time to breath

Nothing is too real to handle