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    This is the eponymous debut album from Toronto-based indie rock band, Papermaps.

    Papermaps (formerly known as EX~PO) is a band led by Toronto-based musician/producer Dean Marino with Wendy Leung, Bobby Lee, Betty Dimo and Todd Harrison. Their 2011 self-titled album was released in Canada on April 19 by Sparks Music/EMI Canada. It is now available everywhere CDs are sold in Canada and online. They have played many shows and, with the coming of autumn, plan to retreat back into the studio this winter to write/record a followup. Meanwhile, they continue to promote their album through frequent live appearances, radio interviews, the press, their blog and pre-taped TV/youtube/internet appearances.

    (c) 2011 Dean Marino and Sparks Music / Distributed by EMI.

    Find more information at: www.papermaps.net

    Please download this 10-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.     ... more

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This is the digital version the debut self-titled album by Toronto band, Papermaps. (c) 2011 Dean Marino and Sparks Music

Find more information at: www.papermaps.net

credits

released 19 April 2011
Produced and mixed by Dean Marino
Written by Dean, arranged by Papermaps

Engineered by Dean, Jay Sadlowski, Nathan Vanderwielen and Andy Soto
Recorded at Chemical Sound (www.chemicalsound.com)

We began work on this album April 13th, 2009 and completed final mixes on January 5th, 2011.

Mastered by Noah Mintz at Lacquer Channel (www.lacquerchannel.com)

Cover painting, "Bumper Crop" by Miyoshi Kondo (www.miyoshikondo.com) used with permission

papermaps is Dean Marino, Wendy Leung, Todd Harrison and Bobby Lee

All songs (c) 2011 Dean Marino and Gutenberg Songs
Original sound recording (c)(p) Dean Marino under exclusive worldwide license to Sparks Music.

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tags: alternative toronto dreampop indie rock papermaps power pop powerpop shoegaze Toronto

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Papermaps is Canadian dreampop band lead by producer/songwriter Dean Marino with Betty Dimo and Bobby Lee.

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Track Name: Angela
Daylight is waxing over black eyes, interrupting the scene inside and his belly flies. Africa is blaring on the radio. It gets him wishing it were Angela and not “T.O.T.O.” So strike up the band, let’s give him a hand. He shouts it to the wind now that he’ll be there if she wants him to, and he wants to. Summer errand, it’s good to get the boy outside. “Pick up some Rothman’s Special King Size and some Coca Cola.” Golden uncle is underneath the Chevy Bellaire. You know he wants to taste the ocean air. He’s singing “Good Vibrations.” So strike up the band, let’s give him a hand. He shouts it to the wind now. That he’ll be there if she wants him to and he wants to. So strike up the band, let’s give him a hand. He shouts it to the stars now. That he’ll be there if she wants him to and he wants to. He said he’ll be there if she wants him to and he wants to. He said he’ll be there if she wants him to and I want to. I said I’ll be there if you want me to and I want to. I said I’ll be there if you want me to and I want to. Angela. Her name was cast to the air, but do you think she really cared?
Track Name: Reunion
I promised you a keepsake. You should have called my number. Wake me out of this slumber, ‘cause I’ve lost my crown these days. And why should I care anyway? Even monuments crumble. It’s so hard to be humble. Just when I think it’s over you start talking backwards. I don’t even need to hear the words. And why should I care anyway? With your pieces captured you lie and wait in the corner. If I staged a reunion, would you come out anyway? I’m going to watch you fumble, watch you bend over backwards. You’re going to want to eat his words. And why should I care anyway? With your tenement on fire, you’re going to wait for a liar. If I staged a reunion, would you come out anyway?
Track Name: Can't Make A Living
What’s eating me? What’s eating you? It’s as old as the fabled road. It’s note for note. Caught by the throat. Please don’t pull on my line (pull my line). You said you had it. You know I can’t stand it. There’s something wrong with him. How can he stand to hold his head so high? There’s something fake about him. How can he dare, dare to even try? With broken amp, sub-par guitar, I was dealing in poor men’s scores. I heard a knock, knock on the door, each one harder than before. I nearly had it. You said you won’t stand for it. There’s something wrong with him. How can he stand to hold his head so high? There’s something fake about him. How can he dare, dare to even try? Guitar’s alright but you can’t make a living. There’s something wrong with him. How can he stand to hold his head so high? There’s something fake about him. How can he dare, dare to even try?
Track Name: Forever
I don’t need forever, ‘cause I don’t fit together. And I’ll never have the insight, ‘cause I’ll never get inside, wasting time standing in line for an accident. Ivory towers, I’ve wasted hours with you. I’ve wasted years and avoided fears that are real. I made the myth so that it would help my appeal. No, I’m alright, just tired, don’t worry. Just let me lie here one last time, I promise. No, I’m just resting my eyes. No, I don’t mind, this time. I’ve stayed behind, watching your lives like some shadow. I have laid in wait. I have traced your shape on my window. I will count your walk. I will hear your talk and your laughter. I will fall from rhyme. I’ve run out of time, ever after. I don’t need forever, and I don’t need a clever answer to “No, not ever.” No, I won’t wait for “whatever.”
Track Name: Complicate Things
Let’s complicate things. Let’s complicate things. Let’s throw away strings. Let’s cast away dreams. Let’s complicate things. Let’s consummate this. I feel like shit. Let’s deal with it. Let’s wallow in it. Let’s consummate this. We’re going to push the pain away. We’re going to tear it all out. I want to fill you up. I want to bury myself. Let’s complicate things.
Track Name: Exit
You hate me ‘cause I understand you. I can see it in your clenched fists. I close the door but you keep knocking. You keep your change in your pockets. I am the dirt that feeds the flower. I am the snitch with a laundry list. Things could go better if we stick together. You’d rather I did not exist. I’ll make my exit. When I make my exit, I’ll take no credit. I’ve had enough of your silent static. You make everything so dramatic. I hate you ‘cause you understand me. You can see it in my clenched fist. Things could go better if we stick together. I’d rather you did not exist. I’ll make my exit. When I make my exit, I’ll take no credit.
Track Name: Coddled
You are coddled. I’m left cold. You look younger. I’m made old. Such a simple line, simple melody, laid so bare and precious for our sympathy.
Track Name: You Glided Down
Our table’s peppered with coffee stains round. And hopes fall apart as words spill on the ground. I’m counting the crowds, now, I’m focusing fear. Eyes lock together and they all disappear. You’ve come to console me in the middle of town. I climbed up to meet you and you glided down. Public school groomed you for old Ivy League. My parents still slave in their dark factories. Working ‘till weary, too old and fatigued. So they may live through me vicariously. But now that you’re here we seek common ground. ‘Cause I climbed up to meet you and you glided down. I’m lost in your gaze now. I’m looking for flaws, a solitary reason why I shouldn’t fall. I’ve said far too much now, there’s no need for confession. And you know what lies between the secrets I’ve given. We’re sharing a drink in the middle of town. I climbed up to meet you and you glided down.
Track Name: Wishful Thinker
I’ve got magic in my voice and wheels on my breath. I’ve got age on my face and rhythm in my bed. And don’t think I don’t note what has been said when you’re seen with a man like me. Now I don’t know, girl, what happened to you. But when I look into those eyes I can’t find the truth. What I see is a sad waste of beauty and youth. Or am I a wishful thinker? I never meant, I never meant you harm, no. Not sure how it ends, but it started with a kiss. Then it rolls and pulls into something like bliss. And your soft sleeping warmth cures my harsh emptiness. Or was I an opportunist? I never meant, I never meant you harm. Now there’s something, Girl, I need you to know. There will soon come a time when I will have to let go. And when we’re with others we can’t let it show. Oh come all ye wishful thinkers. I never meant, I never meant you harm.
Track Name: You are My Gallows
You are my gallows. You are my sin. From the first time I let you in. I remember the time we almost touched. In the moment, a quiver, I knew you too much. The taste of your skin or the nape of your neck, I will never, never forget. I’ll be your scapegoat who hangs from a tree. Dangling so we can be free — you after me. You are my gallows. You are my sin. From the first time I let you in. I remember the first time we touched. In the moment, a quiver, you knew me too much.