Meridian / Pinch Hitter Split 7"

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Our side of a split 7" with Pinch Hitter from Sydney, Australia. Released May 19, 2015 by Youth Conspiracy Records (USA) and Lost Boy Records (AUS).


released June 2, 2015

Meridian is:
Tim Carlson (drums), Jeremy Provchy (guitar, bass), Steve Gibson (bass), Jake Stern (guitar, banjo, vocals, keys) and Max Stern (vocals, guitar).

Songs recorded by Dan Schueren in May 2013 at Bad Racket Recording Studio (Cleveland, OH). Mixed by Dan Schueren at EcoTone Audio (Willoughby, OH). Mastered by Adam Boose at Cauliflower Audio (Cleveland, OH).

The original version of "Wait, Move" appears on YCR-008 "Aging Truths". Songs by Meridian. All rights reserved.

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Meridian Cleveland, Ohio

a group of five nice midwesterners that play tunes for you. currently spread across Cleveland, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia and occasionally reconvening to make music, drink whiskey and play pinball.

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Track Name: Laila, I'm Sorry
I found a letter that you wrote me the night before the night before when you left for the city. And it said “I'll miss you, please be safe, I'll see you soon." I couldn't wait to get back to New York by way of Atlanta. Descended like a coastal bird and vanished like a phantom. And I caused the least pain that I could, but looking back, I think I should have stayed there. I crept into your home and left you there alone. Subtle morning light, stinging outright. "Laila, darling, please be safe. I don't mean to make you wait. Let me sink into myself and set your sights on someone else. Laila, darling, please be well. I know I put you through hell. We could trade our hollow shells for better versions of ourselves."
Track Name: Wait, Move (alt. version)
Sew up my clothes when they tear from overuse. Be a stronghold when I'm flailing. My hands are wide open, eager to recieve a letter that sends my mind sailing out to the ocean, massive and free. This day was bound to come sometime. So gas up the car and check temperature. Attempt at easing my mind. So I'll wait for you to return. I'll wait for you. I'll dig my feet into the sand. I won't move. I bend and I break every chance that I get to have someone make my decisions. But I've learned that my methods, they aren't always best, and that logic often trumps opinion. So write me a postcard from your new home. I hope you experience something. I'll see you on holidays and breaks in the summertime. Return to my arms, still and loving.