Last of the Lovers

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Last of the Lovers is a relatively dark affair. But it’s punctuated, briefly, by moments of light and clarity. It’s an album which struggles with the relentless march of time but is consumed with finding grace and beauty in life’s tiny moments.

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released August 8, 2017

All songs by Instant Empire

Produced by Instant Empire
Recorded by Sean Connaughty and Tristan Kelley
Mixed by JD Feighner at Vineland Sound, N. Hollywood, CA
Mastered by Rich G at The Ghosthouse, Denver, CO

Add'l recording on "Our Friend Matt" by Rich G

Artwork by Tonya Kucera
Layout by Luke Giltner

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Instant Empire Denver, Colorado

"Instant Empire ... does well emphasizing the "Rock" in indie rock" - PopMatters

"...anthemic tracks that ring with honesty and sincerity" - Reverb

"...like a less frantic sounding Conor Oberst fronting Desaparecidos." -Westword

"...like a Hold Steady album, if it were written and recorded by Death Cab for Cutie" -Marquee Magazine
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Track Name: Sunday Best
No one’s paying attention
We can do whatever we want
Soaking wet and the rain’s coming down in sheets
Hold my hand, it’s cold and I need your heat
This city’s indifferent, let’s make out in the street

We’re the last of the lovers
Golden at first dawn
They tried to tear it all down
But nothing binds us
Yeah, we can’t be bound

No one’s paying attention
We can do whatever we want
Let’s buy a bottle, yeah, let’s walk around and drink
I got this formula, I swear that it helps me think:
Movement + alcohol makes everything shrink

We’re the last of the lovers
Golden at first dawn
They tried to tear it all down
But nothing binds us
Yeah, we can’t be bound

No one’s paying attention
We can do whatever we want
I’m not sure if we’ve been blessed or depressed
Second-guessed even in our Sunday best
We should leave this town, it’s always been more mid- than west
Track Name: Spotlight
I dream I am speeding
Careening towards a cliff
White-knuckles, sweating
Every muscle clenched
Shot toward the sun
Like a heat-seeking missile
A hijacked synapse
Streaking through these temples
The pavement is icing
I’m driving, I’m sliding
My words disappear
As I am typing
The doors have all opened
The neighbors are prying
The pavement is icing
I am fighting off dying

The moon is a spotlight
Talons at midnight

Oh, these small blue pills
Equal nighttime rest
Foggy windshield
And a pillowy headrest
Lazy river womb
An umbilical lifevest
A heartbeat slowing
To a trickle in my chest
Round here, lover
I’m carving out my name
The hunter steadied his rifle
And he’s pausing to aim
Everything is finite
This is a zero-sum game
Steal from me, brother
I’ll love you all the same

The moon is a spotlight
Talons at midnight carry me away
Track Name: Mirrored Mouths
Our backs turned we weren’t paying attention
It circled the house and apathy crept in
It stuck to the shadows now it sleeps in our bedroom
On top of the pillow like a weight that we can’t move

Lover, there’s always a start
To the growing old, to the growing apart

What will all the dilettantes whisper
In the desperate ears of boa constrictors?
Mirrored mouths and swollen lips
Talking shit, yeah, they’re talking shit

Lover, there’s always a start
To the growing old, to the growing apart

Trace the heart / my blood is dark
Track Name: Shapeshifting
I watch him try to reach back
But nothing’s there
Yeah, I watch him reach back
Into darkness and dead air

It’s like a spotlight slicing
Up the black night sky
It’s the slowest surrender
It’s one thousand goodbyes

This is as lonesome as the Indian Ocean
Watching something get broken in slow motion

So I sit and I listen
I can’t pay attention
It’s the longest division
Slow as glacial attrition

It’s the graying of matter
And maybe nothing matters
All the shapes keep shifting
This fog isn’t lifting

This is as lonesome as the Indian Ocean
Watching something get broken in slow motion
Track Name: Our Friend Matt
All my friends, where have you gone?
Pictures of you all still up on my walls
I can barely remember ever being apart
You’ve all disappeared but you still got my heart

And our friend Matt was right when he said,
“This is all there is. There’s nothing behind and nothing ahead.”

Raven, my raven, will you follow me home?
Raven, my raven, together we roam
You’re the loneliest companion I have ever known
Dark and lovely, a friend to fly above me

And our friend Matt was right when he said,
“This is all there is. There’s nothing behind and nothing ahead.”

Tracing our fingers around the rings of an oak
A comedy dark, a humorless joke

And our friend Matt was right when he said,
“This is all there is.”
Track Name: Slow to Reveal
It’s true what they say - it’s all fun and games
Until it ain’t
The devil is real, he’s been walking with us since the apple peeled
He knows restraint & when to wait, he’s on the tip of the tongue, he’s in the nails that she paints

It’s true what they say - it’s all fun and games
Then it ain’t
The devil is real, he’s the perfect pitch in the hog’s slaughter squeal
He’s just slow to reveal himself

Whispers and sideways glances
Billboards of tongue-tied savages
Lemons sweating under the ruthless sun
Idiots smiling having fun
Lemons sweating under the savage sun
Idiots smiling having fun
Yeah, we’re having fun

It’s true what they say - it’s all fun and games
Until it ain’t
The devil is real, hidden within, he is well concealed
There’s a beast inside these city walls, evil lies where my shadow falls

It’s true what they say - it’s all fun and games
Then it ain’t
The devil is real, he’s in her hot, hot breath, he’s the revolver’s steel
He’s just slow to reveal himself

Whispers and sideways glances
Billboards of tongue-tied savages
Lemons sweating under the ruthless sun
Idiots smiling having fun
Lemons sweating under the savage sun
Idiots smiling having fun
Yeah, we’re having fun

It’s true what they say - it’s all fun and games
Until it ain’t
The devil is real, he’s the blacklight in the neon night
He’s just slow to reveal himself
Track Name: All Caps and Quotes
In the mirror
In all caps and quotes
She wrote,
“KEEP YOUR SENSE OF URGENCY”

And all her friends got by
By playing nice
Suffice
To say they’re dying carefully

I will fight, I will fuck
I will rise while you’re stuck
I got something to prove

Idle hands and poison tongue
Chase the taste far and long
This cabin fever
It spreads through me

Complacency
Is leeching me
The bleeding has the sharks frenzied
They’re circling around my feet

I will fight, I will fuck
I will rise while you’re stuck
I got something to prove
Track Name: Pontiac
With the front windows cracked, the taste of salt in the air
In the sweltering heat his cigarette was a flare
And the glare off the water bathed us in light
Eyes wide with wonder soaking in the sights

Golden, golden in the light

Sun-bleached and bound by revisionist history
Sometimes memories are what you need them to be
You’ll always be in the backseat sitting next to me
Back when our future was still a mystery

Golden, we were golden in the light

Our family name, the blood in my veins
It’s all the same
Pontiac, blue, in the far right lane
It’s all the same
Track Name: Champions
I was a child with the wildest eyes
Each day was new
Engulfed in surprise
I don’t know how and I don’t know why
A dullness arrived
It darkened and thrived

Sweet child, I have but one request
When I die, pin a blue ribbon on my chest

When I was child my father retired
I watched him give out
I watched him get tired
Of the days and the nights and fighting good fights
First he lost his bark
Then he lost his bite

I’m a marionette
You can tug my heart
But don’t you cross these strings
Martinet, I will push your cart
I love the honey
But I hate these stings

Sweet child, I have but one request
When I die, pin a blue ribbon on my chest

Suspended from time
Suspended from weight
The blinding golden future awaits
My son, my son, this is a clean slate
My son, my son, this is clean

Sweet child, I have but one request
When I die, pin a blue ribbon on my chest