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Anytime at all Right step, blue chip See right through this Dedicate the retrobated Great escape clause Right step blue chip See right through this Final station Most favored nation The nervous set won't let you rest No no no I might suggest, under duress This thing could blow Anytime at all Red room, ice lip Won't pull through this This time, your dime All will fall Red room, I slip Won't pull through this Not this time Or anytime You place your bet You'll get yours yet Oh ho ho Lies can't protect an overstep I guess I'll go 'Cause anytime Anytime at all At all...
2.
I Forgot 03:49
Well, ya know, just don't start Cause when we come apart I'll be the one who smarts Reprise the great lost art Don't ask, don't tell I forgot So maybe ya know You mighta been told Even your team's in tears Know what you mean It's just I'm not keen Whadda you mean you can't drive? That's no fuckin' alibi I'm always on your side All who are left deride And you can't spell So maybe ya know You mighta been told Even your team's in tears Know what you mean It's just I'm not keen to give it away Don't give it away No! Ya know what I mean We can't change this scene He knows where you've been 'Cause she knows me, too I don't wanna fight You'll keep me up all damn night Past every warning light And nothing if not away from you So maybe I know I guess I've been told Even my team's in tears Know what you mean It's just I'm not keen To give it away You gave it away Yeah, you. There oughta be a law To keep this kinda thing off my paws I don't wanna see you crawl Or maybe that's me after all Maybe it's true Since you forgot me I forgot too
3.
Up for down Turn your life around All this time at the table never did you any favors So why stay the course? Reading all of the tabloids, tea leaves And the coffee grounds for divorce It's all over - there nothing left to miss. Had their say It's another day Now, hear this. Chatter ad infinitum 'bout What no g'American can understand Like how did all of our goddamn oil Get underneath their fucking sand? They're shedding heat and no light On every questions of the age But there's a twist Had their say It's another day Now, hear this. Everything's wrong I mean, whadda they want - a list? Had their say It's another day Now, hear this I know it gets on your nerves But I promise I'll make it up to you sometime I know I keep on trying your patience Come on over Maybe you can try mine It's all over - there nothing left to miss. Had their say It's another day It'll be okay Now, hear this Gimme the up for down Turning my life around The only way known or found Yeah!
4.
Kelvin Scale 03:40
There's a fight on Leave a light on Just one more word and perhaps you've heard See ya later Infiltrators have ripped out the last page Of the directory What you expect of me Is coming to a head Instead of finding a silver lining You want what you want - now! One of these things is not like the other Will you ever even try to uncover? Can it really be worth all the trouble? To keep comin' back. Well, it's a mystery See it on your TV When your get your facts off the cul-de-sac 'Cause it's habitual Not individual So stop it while you can Evading all attempts to fix You shrug and use some more jiu jitsu Please don't pout I'm just all talked out Don't get your mops up now One of these things is not like the other Will you ever even try to uncover? Can it really be worth all the trouble? To keep comin' back? Comes back to you. Comes back to you
5.
Radio 05:08
All jammed up and the words don't fit anything you feel or know. Come out all wrong for who knows how long No matter anywhere you go. Save it for later. Save it for me. You'll find that even so. It's all in your hands - the high frequency bands. And I can be your radio. Static and erratic station. Always all emphatic situation. Tune it in. Come in, come in, going out to come over. Radio. Aural highlight. Sight without vision. Broadband, shortwave. Closed-circuit intuition. Fold all ambition to this soul transmission. Way to go. It's just one more instance calls for distance. Every time you find they show. It's over the heads of all the rest But straight to the hearts of those who know. A secret semaphore signal, loud and clear. Special broadcast, hard and fast. Only we can hear.
6.
How can you keep talking through as if this were a test? Where any of this is leading, now, I'm afraid to even guess. It's not the truth as we know it makes you flinch. But knowing you, you'll make it do in a pinch. Conversation with you is easy. As far as these things go. Just gotta remember keep both feet planted As you slip into your next pose. Well, it's a bit like mantra The way you throw around Who you "knew back in the day". A backwards psalm to the soul you sold And everyone that you betrayed It's not the truth... Not so famous folk fakin' a weary way forward t' hide their shadow pasts from the sun. And you do, too. I know, 'cause it's what you told your gramma To pray that you'd become. One mighta hoped she'dve put in a word For the rest of us while she had His ear. But just the grandsirin' of you, I guess Made it too much to expect from the old dear. It's not the truth... Hope to die and cross my heart. But I'll make do without you. And that's a start.
7.
(use headphones to discern)
8.
You may be there, but so impaired... You speak your lines just fine each time... Y'always succeed... You're well-received... I know this pose with my eyes closed... Can't see you. Given everything you've got. You'll find a way to hang me up. The high ideals you deeply feel... So impress all you address... But when you're alone the meat turns bone... Their comfort's cold when you're gettin' old... Can't see you... You well-deceive with make-believe... And you pretend you need a friend... The notes seem true but I'm not moved... I've my doubts, I'll do without you. Can't see you.
9.
What's one more more or less? Left on the floor With your confession. Nothing like a loaded question. The kind that always keeps them guessing. Don't understand your tears. Or if you were ever really here. The veneer comes quite clear. That's all you've left, left over here. Leftover. Never what you want it to be. Or any part now you concede. What's longed longed for laid to rest. Over. All over. It's all over this Lonesome West. What's the difference, anyhow? What's it matter if you hate me now? Flattery'll get us nowhere fast. 'Cause there's always worse disasters Than just the fact that nothing ever lasts here. The veneer comes quite clear. That's you all over... It always ends the same: Can't bear to hear, then just forget their name. You tell me who's not to blame When any defense can be used against you...
10.
Set to try Just not that high For losin' it. Black and bruisin' it. Can't be missed. Won't be second-guessed Against your great success. And if it mighta divided everyone on your side You don't mind. Any adjustment That'll help to close the sale. You don't mind. They set you up just to fail. Paint it up in glory Just like a story You already know the end to. It's not so much that you've been cheated You've been deleted Like they told you, too. Just like they told you. "Ooh, can't be missed! That must be right! At any price!" But their advice When you take it all On faith, unseen, unknown Comes as no surprise To wake and find We're only on our own. There's not an excuse left that anyone here can use. Whatever you choose It comes up spent. Like last night's amusement. Or yesterday's dollar. And not til this hour When you'd give anything you own Or can borrow Not to follow.
11.
Well, ya know, just don't start Cause when we come apart I'll be the one who smarts Reprise the great lost art Don't ask, don't tell I forgot So maybe ya know You mighta been told Even your team's in tears Know what you mean It's just I'm not keen Whadda you mean you can't drive? That's no fuckin' alibi I'm always on your side All who are left deride And you can't spell So maybe ya know You mighta been told Even your team's in tears Know what you mean It's just I'm not keen to give it away Don't give it away No! Ya know what I mean We can't change this scene He knows where you've been 'Cause she knows me, too I don't wanna fight You'll keep me up all damn night Past every warning light And nothing if not away from you So maybe I know I guess I've been told Even my team's in tears Know what you mean It's just I'm not keen To give it away You gave it away Yeah, you. There oughta be a law To keep this kinda thing off my paws I don't wanna see you crawl Or maybe that's me after all Maybe it's true Since you forgot me I forgot too
12.
Don't want it. Don't need it. Your critique's a dead letter, now. And how much better! Better left forgotten... Torch all the bridges. Burn and send A wire for George from the flocks you tend. Crept away at last never to return again. Give credit where it's stolen. And that's the end. I know now that you're nothing. Nothing like a friend... Do you wanna tear it up? Do you wanna tear it? Oh, start tearing up. Oh, you can't bear it! Call me on the phone. Call me on the carpet. Leave you to your throne Ruler of the Tarpit. Get stuck there! How much better! Better left forgotten.

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"Go Negative" is Bipolar Explorer's (pre-dreampop) debut record. Essentially a continuation of the indie rock template of his previous band, Uncle, it features the former Uncle frontman, Michael Serafin-Wells on all guitars, bass and lead vocals and former Uncle drummer Yves Gerard who also produced.

A collection of 12 tunes very much in the tradition of his previous band, Serafin-Wells didn't initially plays these songs out until BPX was re-configured, 18 months later, as a drummerless trio (later adding Summer Serafin on dual vocals) before somewhat dramatically changing sonic direction.

Despite not touring in support, "Go Negative" did garner a good deal of positive buzz upon its release - CD Baby calling it "hyper-literate indie rock with punky echoes, bringing to mind The Replacements, REM and even mid-period Clash".

And perhaps mostly notable appearing on punkrock legend Pat Duncan's show on WFMU, who premiered the track "Now Hear This!" on his program on Thanksgiving Day 2005.

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released October 15, 2005

Michael Serafin-Wells: guitars, bass, vocals
Yves Gerard: drums, backing vocals
additional guitar - Chas Milton Braun ("Radio", "Not The Truth")

All songs by Michael Serafin-Wells, c. 2005 Lower Peninsula/Thirteen November Music (ASCAP).

Made in New York City - recorded at Maison Gerard Studios, mixed by Tommy Uzzo at Mirror Image, mastered by Michael Sarsfield at Frankford Wayne.

CD design - Sean Lahey.

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"Holy sonic icons. There is hauntology. Hauntology right in the center of their work."-Max Reinhardt (BBC 3/Soho Radio)

"Magical & majestic." -Indiemusic (France).

"Great, beautiful drifty-pop filled with sadness & wonder" -Irene Trudel (WFMU)

"Mysterious. Otherworldly.” - Carson Street, KFJC

NYC-based experimental dreampop trio of Summer Serafin, Michael Serafin-Wells & Sylvia Solanas.
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