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Alaska native Bret Phillips may have relocated to the slightly warmer climate of Seattle, WA, but the wintery arctic landscape stuck with him. His band, Oldman Winter, started off as a studio project in 2005 -- an outlet to create soundscapes to contrast the beauty and harsh realities of his experience. In 2007 Bret used the great talents of longtime friend and drummer Dirk Jewitt, bass player Patrick Nelson, and guitarist Riley Plumb to record Oldman Winter's first release "An ARTic Circle", (written, recorded and mixed by Bret at his studio Wax Poetic).

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released September 2, 2008

written, recorded and mixed by Bret at Wax Poetic
mastered by Jimmy Ether at Headphone Treats

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Track Name: When We Ran Out
We went a long ways
before everything ran out
covered the whole thing
even broke the speed of sound
somewhere over the rainbow
falling backwards into light
no one remembers

Call it a good run
split the atom
dropped the bomb
forced an opinion
till it wiped out everyone

Blame it on history
be it fairytale or fact
it's quite contradicting
never learning from the facts
We're all dear in the headlight
frozen by shadows on the wall
look over your shoulder

Now that its over
will the pattern finally change
we've lost all the questions
for the answers that remain
in a repeating cycle
the only thing changing is our stride
it only gets faster
and no one remembers why we tried
Track Name: Hit The Pop Sea
Proximity scams
unappeal to the masses
with thier cheap black eyelashes
they can't see for the real

the discouraging view
through my window shutters
I shake and I stutter
trying not to reveal

That this company sweet
babe, its bought and its paid for
we're not sure what we're there for
but one fine day we could leave

All we need is a bucket of ice
Louis Armstrong on vynil sounds nice
We could dance here and pretend that life
is the one in our dreams

I've been turning up leaves
haven't found any new ones
just the old torn up bruised ones
of last years make believe

and this picture of me
made of various plastics
and all that radio static
floating in the pop sea

I wrote 3 songs this week
think i'll write 25 more
pull the scabs off the old sores
and onto paper they'll bleed

And this leaky rowboat that we've got
we'll pull anchor and sail off thier yacht
all we need is one of my dumb songs
to hit the pop sea

I'll fix all of the holes you will see
we'll sail out of this ocean of greed
i'll make art that will satisfy me
not to hit the pop sea

I'll fix all of the holes you will see
we'll sail out of this ocean of greed
i'll make art
it will satisfy me
not to hit the pop sea
not to hit the pop sea
I won't hit the pop sea
and it will satisfy me
not to hit the pop sea
Track Name: Onwards
Unload the reels and lets start to roll
clean off thier heads and see where it goes
I like the way that it bleeds
to tape through all the machines
unload the reels and lets start to roll
unload the reels and lets start to roll

Enter the sun relax all the snow
thaw out the reasons we used to know
a town that was made from a dream
a walk through the radio scheme
water the soil and lets watch it grow
water the soil and lets watch it grow
lets watch it grow

Pan to the kid that sits on his own
can't run for shit
never makes it home
he's got a plan to leave town
with homemade stereo sounds
onwards towards gold radio
onwards towards gold radio
but he don't know
no radio
yeah he don't
know no radio
on your mark
get set
stop
Track Name: Here's To 3rd Place
Here's to the under achievers
the slacker late flakes
uninspired to do anything great

All the five o'clock drinkers
with 8 a.m. shakes
headed out to the jobs that they hate

Give me a months worth of Sundays
and a carton of smokes
tell exactly the way that I feel
I've been a locksmith, a head chef and a squeegy car wash

put my dreams in a box
burried them in my best hiding place
now I dig up my backyard just trying to find my mistakes
all my mistakes

Here's to the underdog
half-asser, c average folks
treading water to stay above waves
All the coffee slut, weekend art revival kids
hoping someone remembers their names

We all practiced a little to finally get in the big race
but we got off the blocks way to slow now were stuck in third place


We all practiced a little to finally get in the big race
but we got off the blocks way to slow so heres to third place
heres to third place
i got third place
so heres to third place
Track Name: The Enemy
Fit clean and polite
slight lean towards the right
top 5 in their class
portfolios stacked

Squeeze nine holes on tuesdays at the club
see's god on the weekends
forgives them for all their darker thoughts
and mostly defeats them

I'm blaming the whole thing on design
its plastic and no one seems to mind

We're tragically bored
quite easily flawed
we're trying to not be up by nine
get high on the weekends

we're looking for something past the sky
intelligent life beyond the trite
we're blaming the whole thing on design
it's plastic and no one seems to mind
Track Name: Separation Is Devine
Big city
gettin hard to handle
bad vision through a haze of scandal
its reaching to the highest point of office

Hot desert
got its unseen problems
timeline has kinda broke its margins
but somebodys gotta make a billion dollars

Poor junior's
taking shots from both sides
bad sample of intelligent design
he's bareley getting through one single sentence

Good fathers
got his moral issues
choir boys are singing power misuse
first time he's gonna wanna keep their mouths shut


If you read between the lines
the separation is divine
you wanna pin it on just one?
I hate to tell you
you're out of luck


Big city
getting hard to handle
bad vision through a haze of scandal
its reaching to the highest point of office

Get rid
of the legislator
three cheers for the instigator
somebody's gotta shed some light on subjects

If you read between the lines
the separation is divine
you wanna pin it on just one?
I hate to tell you
you're out of luckw
Track Name: Competitive Sports
Barried the hatchet
the pass didn't catch it
hands were too small
legs way too short

The crowd wasn't clapping
they were falling down laughing
so much for all his state champ hopes

He learned all the set plays
the coach said "you've got A's, You'll make the team third string for sure!"
but under the bright lights
through the cheerleades blue eyes
he sat on the sidelines never scored

He's sick of the fouling
He's throwing the towel in thats for short
His heart wasn't built for competitive sports

Yeah he wasn't joking
and he took up smoking
powerline keggers after dark

Grade point average plunndered
his parents just wondered
he sold off his cleats for that guitar

He's sick of the fouling
He's throwing the towel in thats for short
He's not gonna be the butt of their jokes
He'll be a rockstar thats for short
His heart wasn't built for competitive sports
competitive sports
competitive sports
competitive sports
repetitive sports
repetetive sports
competitive sports
Track Name: Yours Truly
Spring forward to stall
fall backwards and no one ever
collects on the loss
they gained from a failed endevour
yours truly i'm lost september
yours truly i'm lost september

kicked back on the porch
you're pitching but no ones catching
vibrations through chords
they just wanna keep us guessing

That journal we keep
tucked deep in our bedside dresser
all time number one
our favorite sin confessor
will it go unread forever
will it go unread forever
Track Name: I Can't Explain
Finally got caught
untied the knots/nots
what can I say
it's nice being plain
I can't explain
how she makes me sane
what can I say
I can't explain