Written and Recorded by Cea Tea, May 2014.

Persons: Cat Blanks - Vocals, Harmonica
Anna Light - Vocals (track 4)
Mish Lucera - Drumset (track 1, 2, 3, 5)
Ed Lucera - Drumset (track 5)
D Wrathaway - Bass
Alan Andrews - Guitars
Coy Illinois - Piano
Frankie True - Production


Thank You: All our family, Lalew, The HiddN Daisy, Anna Isakson, The Eastside Treehouse, Bob & Kel, Hippopoticorn, the Mill St. Mafia, Spater Pater, Ryan Serymur, Kirmse, Sean Gordan, Jamie, "709", Doug Lyons, the "one brick", the kind folks in Pueblo CO, Charlie and his beautifully cosmic eyes, kind folks in Urbana, IL (big ups), Jaik Willis, The Ben Miller Band, We Must Dismantle All This, Harp, Baluu, Vladamir Amadeus, Planet, Elf, Rainbow, Clobly, Claiborne McD, LeeeLUH, Josh, Amanda, Tyler, Nevermind & The Lost Boys, Jose, Hannah, Mariee Sioux, The Cairo Gang via Christopher Longfellow, Neitzsche I suppose, Herman Hesse no doubt, Alex Mayer, Ash Hallford, Elijah Allred, Endecco the Dorphin, Mike Donato, Mark Babel, John Diedrich, Fuckin' Todd, Kaliflower, The Holdout, Food Not Bombs, the Space Boat, Every person who went with me to the "Road Ends" spot in West Elgin to watch the sun and sit with me as it set again and again with the infinite sorrow that is youth, Cara Walton, Chinaman Lee, that night when Paul Mason and I made peace between Russia and America and I found a 4-leaf clover that was almost azure, Little America, Zero, Zorro, Fish, Mainiac, Smiley, Jeff in Ft. Worth TX, Lauri, Sean, the Sampsons & the Rosenfelds, coconut milk, anybody whose ever been in a band, hosted a show, gone to a show, gave a home-free vagabond a sack of walnuts, made love on top of a mountain or by a river or with Godd, the entire cosmic wink, Everybody I left when it was still all too soon to explain any of it and it still is too - - - and I'm sorry Bug, Mitch, Absurd, Laureny, Nigle, Alan Andrews, and I do sincerely forgive you Grandpa P...

...And this is only a beginning, my love, truly this is a beginning. Everything that has happened will play again and again in the heart of yr mind, like a sour wind that cups over the foothills after its long journey over desert plains. And what can you recall? amid such acrid memorials and disdainful histories - a world remains - as beautiful as the hour we first watch the comets emblazon each other's peaks and pitches of colors in each other's irises lost in the jaden mountain valleys where yarrow grows among the ponderosa as well as the juniper. And in the curious etchings of our eyes, of the ancient sky bedecked with a thousand golden tsink-tsinks, each sordid memory will be transfigured under the salty sweat of the Sea, and we will know that which we have always known but had forsook... it is the Great Love that returns to us after having been gone so long...