1. Requiem for O.M.M.2
2. I Was Never Young
3. Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games
4. Forecast Fascist Future
5. So Begins Our Alabee
6. Our Spring is Sweet Not Fleeting
7. The Party’s Crashing Us
8. Knight Rider
9. I Was a Landscape in Your Dream
10. Death of a Shade of a Hue
11. Oslo in the Summertime
12. October is Eternal
13. The Repudiated Immortals

Bonus EP:
1. Art Snob Solutions
2. The Actor’s Opprobrium
3. Keep Sending Me Black Fireworks
4. Everyday Feels Like Sunday

Originally released by Polyvinyl Records, 2005. Polyvinyl also released Sunlandic Twins as a limited edition picture disc in 2013.
Kevin Barnes

Additional Contributions by:
Nina Barnes
Nick Canada
Heather McIntosh
Per Willy

Album art by David Barnes



When I met you I was just a kid
Hadn’t built up my defenses
So I gave my heart completely
Vaseline over the lenses
Memories don’t go away
I remember every day

I never ever stop wondering
Wondering if you still think of us
I don’t need a photograph
Cause you’ve never left my mind
No you’ve never left my mind

I remember feeling like a ship
Whose captain was too drunk to steer
And you watched as I was sinking
Waving sadly from the pier

It’s such a burden to carry ’round
The vestiges of dead dreams
And I don’t want to make a wake out of my life
I just had to let you go


I was never young even as a child
I was never young I always felt beguiled
No I just never smiled
But you you have a glow glow from an innocence I’ll never know

Cause I was never young even as a boy
No I was never young, kindness seemed a ploy to temper or alloy
But you you have a mind full of a wonderment I’ll never find
Cause I was never young

Ever since I was a kid I’ve been a brutal basket cast
Ever since I was a kid I’ve been a brooding basket case


Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Let’s forget who forget what forget where
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
I’ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride being stripped bare

Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica

Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Lets forget when forget what forget how
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
We’ll play Tristan and Izolde but make sure I see white sails

Maybe I’ll never die
I’ll just keep growing younger with you
And you’ll grow younger too
Now it seems too lovely to be true
But I know the best things always do

Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica


The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament’s portrait of ’A Drowning in Styx’
That gives impotents kicks

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean would it make a difference?
Look metal flower petal tears do not even appear in the Myopic Mirror

The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the Myopic Mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn’t fit
For away from all the violence safely flying in our own orbit

Why do I always have to tell you “forget about the precient signs!”?
Forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we love
May we grow so gentle never go mental
May we never go go mental
May we always stay stay gentle

What was my number? 114395? I don’t care!
No no no no no


And so begins begins our odyssey
And we begin begin our odyssey
And so begins begins our odyssey

The auria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving
I’ve been an evil tenor I filled the innocents doe eyes with glue
You’re my only softness you’re my only pleasure it’s true
And I never want to be your little friend the abject failure

And so begins begins our odyssey
And we begin begin our odyssey
And so begins begins our odyssey

The chrysalis is breaking and the super ego’s waking
I’ve been a gloomy Petrarch with a quill as weepy as Dido
You’re my mousy aesthete you’re my bouyant cherub it’s true
And I never want to be your little friend the abject failure


You’re such a mystery I just want to stand and stare
Nibble on your ear and smell the ocean in your hair
You know you damage me you leave me tangled in a knot
But when you reappear I see Neptunian blues that eyes forgot
Neptunian blues that eyes forgot

I only feel alive when the vu’s flashing alarms going off in my head
I want to grab you and just kiss you maybe I should sit down
No sense in cashing us now
Still I only feel alright when the vu’s flashing bombs going off in my head
I want to grab you want to scream at you no icing me down
The party’s crashing us now
The party’s crashing us now

Oh well we made love like a pair of black wizards
You freed me from the past you fucked the suburbs out of me
And all those ugly days that made us so sick
They are just fossils now we’ve learned the elevating trick
We’ve learned the elevating trick


What kind of comedy is this all of the danger you’ve discovered
What kind of comedy is this how can you say now you’re frightened
You labeled me in forty tries and in case you didn’t realize
I was a landscape in your dream and all my mountains were on fire

What kind of labyrynth is this that we’re constructing through talking
What kind of labyrynth is this that sends you laughing without smiling
Age brings a sad little surprise and in case you didn’t realize
While you were calculating tears my head expired


Over a sea of grief Scarlet died
Above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day
For a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display
Until a god with a broom came and swept them away

In their bereavement all of her colorful friends
Turned to a milky grey depressing blend
Which incidentally made Grey feel inane
So he set off to find a less trite identity
One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be


Oslo in the summertime nobody can fall asleep
I’m staring out the window from my bed
At 4 a.m. the sun is up
Look the sky is pepppered with sea birds and with crows all cackeling

Up in tre ten Heimdalsgate
Me and Nina making fun of footballers in Rudolph Neilson Plass
I practice my norwegian on poor beffudeled waitresses
Who shake their heads completely at a loss
Oslo in the summertime the streets are strangely quite ’cause
Everyone’s away on holiday

Oslo in the summertime Pakistani children play locked inside of the courtyard all day
Pretty people everywhere sun lamp tans and flaxen hair
Just tell the American not to stare


The creator of what’s now cliché had some funny words to say
“All you little things are incomplete”
Why did he speak of us that way?
I don’t cry not ’cause I don’t care
It’s very hard to feel the way we used to feel up there
The creator of what’s now cliché
Wants us little things to cry and feel alone

But don’t don’t lose hope no no no no
No no no don’t feel sad ’cause it’s a violent world
But there’s still beauty
I’ll take care of you if you take care of me

I like to sit and listen to the sound
Of the snowflakes landing on the trees
But I can’t get used to feeling cold
I can’t get used to what has happened here to you and me
There’s no escaping so I won’t try
It’s just the heaviness that comes with knowing you will never die



What’s up directors? Grab your knives!
It’s time to take all all of the lives
Of the people who cannot see the somnolent genius of Tarkovsky

Come on authors grab your guns!
It’s time to murder everyone who has never heard of Apollinaire
Send them all to hell it’s only fair

Cast them all into the flames if they don’t know any names
Of the principles of Arte Povera
Or are unfamiliar with le serpent mascara
That’s right mascara snake!!!

Come on painters alive or dead
Give all the cretins a boot to the head
If they don’t extoll convincingly
Tempered Elan era Kandinsky

Throw them all into a well if they cannot tell
An Arto Parv feast of repitition from a Schoenburg 12 tone composition

Come on artists the day is here
And your mission is very clear
Put an end to the bourgoussie
And death to everyone who’s never heard of me


I guess I should have known to stay away
From a snuff film by Gene Genet
But the cash was good and the director gave me the biggest scene
What does it mean when Pentacostal born again virgins appear picketing in angry protest?
Oh those sloppy tarts have sulpherized hearts

Sure a dead man quietly pulling on his tongue in a coffin after being hung
Does make strange erotic cinema but that was the great master’s vision
And the actors agree to portray the fiend is best in a death fantasy
Cause when one is licking the knife, ah well that is truly the life

Oh what does it mean when the stagehand approaches wheeling in a guillotine
Let’s play nice
Yes I want to be a star but that’s going too far

Yes I’m still smarting from the bite of coital sessions in gelatal light
I’m questioning my chosen career
Don’t think I’ll be attending the premier


Look in my eyes what do you see?
I’m hanging upside down like a chimpanzee
When I’m with my friends riding somewhere on a crowded bus
There is nothing that I want to discuss
I just sit and smile thinking about us

What is this that sends black fireworks dancing around me?
When we kiss the explosiveness is life’s sweet mystery

I feel like a balloon floating higher I’m touching a distant moon
I don’t think I’ll come down anytime soon
Ah my kitten I am so glad you’re the way you are
You’re my favorite living human by far
Cause you make this frightening world less bizarre


Everyday feels like Sunday baby everyday feels so good
Everyday feels like Sunday baby everyday feels so good
I’m further and further away from the fall everyday

And for years I bowed I could not sleep so very well
Even standing up I crawled yet there is a softness I can tell

I’m electric now from the pure brilliant sparks you shot
Like a little man all I can say is ”thanks a lot”

Ah I must destroy this artificial darkness
That’s how it seems to me to be, art artificial now ’cause



It’s crazy to think how I was living like prisoner
But now I am free not tied to a past I never wanted anyway
Life, before I met you, was just a bunch of yesterdays
But now I worry I’ve invested too much
Cause when you’re away from me
Everything just gets so ugly

Giving you my heart was not a mistake I don’t regret it
And though it shook up my friends
I hope that they know that I still love them all the same
I just had to move on and start my grown up life with you
You and me and our little Alabee
My god it happened to me
I really have my own family


Will you let me into your dream?
I’m not as cold as I may seem
You look so peacefull without a care
Are things so much nicer in there?

If you let me into your dream would I laugh or would I scream?
Would I be shocked by all that I see?
I just want to know if you’re dreaming of me

Your subconcsious seems divine and I’m so bored with mine
Do you think maybe we could share is there room for two of us there?

Will you let me into your life?
You be my husband I’ll be your wife
I don’t care which role that I play I just want to be in your movie everyday

I guess that I would be remiss if I woke you with a kiss
If I was a cat I’d be purring
Oh no do I notice you stirring?

Will you let me into your dream
I’ll be as silent as a sun beam
I’ll be as gentle as Debussy
I just want to know if you’re dreaming of me