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    releases September 8, 2017

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04:26
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Private Language
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(chord progression)
5.
Exquisite Corpse
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Bathtub Bed
7.
Collected Rain
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Whatever I Meant
9.
Passing Time
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(idea)
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"Lost." is the culmination of 8 years of intermittent hard work by The History of a Family. The 11 songs on the record have survived three false starts at recording as well as the unsightly post-collegiate floundering of primary member Christopher McFetridge. While good things take time, it is fair to say that 8 years was probably a little excessive.

Thankfully "Lost." has benefited from its near decade long incubation and time has lead McFetridge in a stylistic full-circle. Saved from their fate as part of a stilted rock-band approach (what they would have been had they been released earlier), the meditative entries in "Lost." feel equal parts intimate and alienating. Softly sung vocals are woven with cyclical guitar and piano patterns to create a sound that will seem instantly familiar to the listener.

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releases September 8, 2017

all songs written, performed, recorded by Christopher McFetridge (March 2017)
mixing by Christopher McFetridge and Jeremiah Mulder
mastering by azimuth mastering (www.azimuthmastering.com)

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Track Name: Third Person
i don't remember the way my face looked as a child
so it's strange i've come to know this smiling figure as myself
not some double in my clothes
because if i'm the culmination of goings on and happenstance
wouldn't i cling to my identity instead of giving it away?
wouldn't i keep my feelings in first person perspective instead of slipping away?

it happens every day now: am i the blond and frightened boy
or the old man who's saying his prayers?
so pictorial and distant how is it that you are human
and not some remnant of a future meant for me?
because it looks like we'll be meeting up on the hill above the city in 20 years.
that is if i can still call you a friend.

i've remembered this old feeling from younger days and dizzied memories
waiting for sleep and postponing the morning (mourning)
finding shapes upon the ceiling and telling stories to myself
about the future that i'm gonna have now.
could it be that i was dreaming and have been since?
because my mind feels just like someone's old photo album.
Track Name: Semantics of Every Dream
i herein petition for a climbing back into the hills
for the coming and going of mountain air into my lungs
for the writing and mythos of twice removed fictional men
for the deep seeded knowledge that everything is firmly laced up

and yet it's coming undone

so i kick and i sputter the semantics of all of my dreams
while i'm trying for calm among history's many regrets.
in these crumbling cornerstones and abandoned bathroom cabinets
i can see myself posing as author of my favorite precedents.