Hi folks! Here’s the credits section of the album. We figured that since some of you have other things you’d rather do than read credits, we’d break it down two ways: short credits and long credits. See? We’re here for you!   Short Credits: Everything you are hearing was produced, recorded, played, mixed and mastered by Tom Enroth and Matt Westerlund. There you go. Now you have the rest of your day to listen to the album!   Long Credits: For those of you who like a bit more detail, we're here for you! Also, we've tried to see how many times we could write our names in a credit sequence. Enjoy the mind-numbing repetition! A Community of Weasels was Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Electric MattyLand Studio. Additional recording at Red Pine Studio (using the Electric MattyLand Mobile Studio [AKA Mobile MattyLand] and the Wildebeest Automotive Conglomerate Mobile Studio) and Casa De Tomas (using the Wildebeest Automotive Conglomerate Mobile Studio).   A Community of Weasels was Produced, Recorded, and Engineered by Tom Enroth and Matt Westerlund.   A Community of Weasels was Mastered (for SURPRISING LISTENABILITY) by Matt Westerlund.   On A Community of Weasels, Tom Enroth played bass on all tracks and sang lead on and wrote tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, and 12. Additionally, he sang background vocals, played some electric and acoustic guitar as well as mandolin and Theremin.   On A Community of Weasels, Matt Westerlund played almost all the guitars (electric and acoustic), played all the guitar leads and solos as well as all the keyboards (including the keyboard choirs and orchestras). He sang lead on and wrote tracks 3, 4, 6, 8, 11, and 13. Additionally, he sang background vocals, played harmonica and ukulele as well as programming the drums.   The song A Community of Weasels (Track 1, for those paying attention) was written by Tom Enroth and Matt Westerlund. Matt and Tom did the voices, and Matt did all the nifty sound effects!   All songs Copyright 2018 The Secret Weasels.   The stunningly beautiful paintings you see in the booklet for A Community of Weasels were painted by Sophia Morrisette (https://twitter.com/chalkgirl_phi and www.instagram.com/phi_the_chalk_girl).   Matt Westerlund photographed the paintings, and Tom and Matt composted the cover and booklet layout. The collage was photographed by Matt Westerlund and Tom Enroth and was composited by Matt. All artwork Copyright 2018 The Secret Weasels.   Keep up with The Secret Weasels on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/The-Secret-Weasels-520929658065760) and Twitter (https://twitter.com/SecretWeasels). Enjoy the ride! Thanks to all our family and friends who've supported us during this long and winding endeavor. A special thanks to the casts and crews of Love and Other Complaints, Devil's Food, and (especially) Broken Cove. Thanks also to Tim Bottaro and the Sioux City International Film Festival for all the love. Copyright © 2018 The Secret Weasels. 2018 The Secret Weasels. Any unauthorised broadcasting, public performance, copying, or re-recording will constitute an infringement of copyright.

Charade Her head is filled with Ultraviolence, but I’d rather play charades, Set my heart on Audrey Hepburn, but wound up with Lana Del Rey, Razorblades and Oxycodone, Citalopram will fix my brain, She tells me that she’s a good girl, It’s my fault she acts this way. And what am I to do? I’d give you my eyes, but you can’t see. My heart, but you can’t bleed. My soul, but you can’t feel. And what’s the point of living if it’s not real? Oh, no! Christmas lights and sleigh bells ringing, Snow in her eyes and hair. I reach out to stop her falling and realize that she’s not there. When will I stop denying? What can change my point of view? Was that her ghost or something else so clear that I saw through? Vermilion sunset fade, Waves wash across the shore. And every morning I forget thoughts from the night before, And if she says she doesn’t love me, then I need her even more. Her head is filled with Ultraviolence, but I’d rather play charades, Set my heart on Audrey Hepburn, but wound up with Lana Del Rey.

Interruption I need to have my thinking interrupted. You do it pretty well by removing your shirt. I shift all my attention to your body. You slip your fingers in my brain and say it’s how you flirt. I want to hurt you bad and make it last all day. I want to break you down and make you stay that way. I stifle it all with a little bit of grass, And wander through the busy city streets. I once told you what this was all about, But you were preoccupied by the mess we left in the backseat. I want to hurt you bad and make it last all day. I want to break you down and make you stay that way. I do not plan things, I just do. I didn’t want this, so why do you? I never struggle, I just know. I cannot hear you, so let it go. Passed that touchstone miles and miles ago. Found the pleasure all seeping away. Sunny when I try to sleep, raining when I want to play. You are like the weather changing every fucking day. I want to hurt you bad and make it last all day. I want to break you down and make you stay that way.

Last Contact I find myself in ecstasy with all I love around me, And I had a little thought but now it’s gone. I wake up every day at five, it feels good to be alive, But all I have will soon one day be gone. Tell me if you think you understand. Call me if you need a final friend. But even in your company, With all our love surrounding me, I know that soon these things will all be gone. It takes a leap of faith, they say. You’ll find happiness that way, But all the meaning in that word is gone. Minnesota, Mexico, Lincoln Park, and Tokyo: All the people there will soon be gone. Take a walk beneath the sun today, Quickly now before it goes away. With that leap of faith, they say, “You’ll find happiness today.” But even those poor fools will soon be gone. So, tell me if you think you understand. Call me when you need a final friend. All those signals coming through Across the universe to you Were calling out one final word, “Goodbye.”

Dear Meg Dear Meg, What do I do with you? Oh, Meg. What can I do without you? I grabbed a pen to write this down, November leaves were swirling ‘round. But in my mind with thoughts of you, The slated skies were shining blue. And like your lips of burning red, The auburn hair upon your head. It’s just a note to tell you why Without your love I know I’ll die. Dear Meg, What do I do with you? Oh, Meg. What can I do without you? I knew it from the day we met, You touched my hand, I can’t forget. The sweetest smile and shaking curls, You stole my heart, you lovely girl. And as I grew to know you well, The deeper down the hole I fell. But you’d just turn and walk away And leave me with no words to say. Dear Meg, What do I do with you? Oh, Meg. What can I do without you? I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be alone no more. Dear Meg, What do I do with you? Oh, Meg. What can I do without you? I hope you’ll read these words I write On an early winter night. I sit alone with thoughts of you, But you’re not here to tell them to. How can I make you understand You hold my heart within your hands? I’ve tried so hard to make you see You mean the world and more to me. Dear Meg, What do I do with you? Oh, Meg. What can I do without you?

Fire It was a chilly night, we were quite a sight, Dressed too cold… Still so young, there among A city so old… When we got there, the sidewalk was bare. The doors were closed… We later learned a fire had burned; Lit up the town, took it all down. I’m on fire. In a dingy room, we were consumed By fire.

Tangent Lines (He said) “Do your best to live a life by design, Cross the earth on tangent lines, North past where the continent divides, Push the Dodge up to 125.”   I listened to each word he had to say, “We don't need an escape, We just need / to see / a different / place.”   Clear air to free my shining mind, Two-lane highway will unwind, “She's such a bright light in the morning sky, There's no better way to end up blind.”   I hear his voice telling me all the things, I wish he had time to say, “We've finally gotten to the point / where there's nothing / left / to lose. What will we gain? What's left to gain?”   Everything is so green, Even our eyes have changed. And if you should get / there before I do, It doesn't make me change my mind.   “Like the wind shakes the oaks and pines, Like the rain soaks our hearts and lives, Like a fire that warms us from inside, Like the earth moves around in time.”   And when he was done, I turned and walked away, With his parting words / nothing more to say, “We can run for the joy of ending up / in / another / place. Feel the earth sway! Feel the earth sway! What's left to gain?”

Fuck It It’s been so long since you last felt good, You couldn’t describe it, even though you probably should. Dead inside for five or more years, Bitter old man in a shitty career. Fuck it! You push just to get the next rotten thing done, Waiting for a week in the Mexican sun. You feel nothing but anger each day, Wishing your entire fucking life away. Fuck it! Whine, and you cry and you moan, As you sit all alone, and you try to atone For the sins of your youth. Are looking for proof? For some shred of the truth that will justify you? Fuck it! Yeah, dead inside for five or more years, Bitter old man in a shitty career. You feel nothing but anger each day, Wishing your motherfucking life away. Fuck it!

Flying On My Own 40,000 Feet or an infinite sky? The River Tam or the White Mountains’ side? I watched you run, but I never knew why. I saw your tears, but don’t believe that you cried. I still recall you in the morning, Standing by the window, bathed in light. As we bank left and the sun hits the wing, The ocean glows and the turbofans sing. And you won’t leave my mind no matter what I do. Everyone is a composite of you. I still recall standing on the boardwalk, touching your shoulder, bathed in light. Where is the love that I thought was gonna save me? I believed every promise that you made me. I never thought you would change your mind, And I’d be flying on my own. A smooth descent and the landing gear’s down. And I’m so glad to feel my feet on the ground. How do I make sense of the things that you said? How do I go on now our love is dead? I still recall you in the morning, Walking away, bathed in light. Where is the love that I thought was gonna save me? I believed every promise that you made me. I never thought you would change your mind, And I’d be flying on my own. I wake up in a new place, Sunlight streaming on my face. I pray to someday forget, But now all i feel is pain and regret. I still recall you in the morning, Walking away, bathed in light. Where is the love that I thought was gonna save me? I believed every promise that you made me. I never thought you would change your mind, And I’d be flying on my own.

I’ve Got It Made She was Red and Blonde and Blue all over, Irish eyes and four-leaf clovers. An open road and I’m a rover. I thought I had it made, yeah. A coffee date to take it slow, Italian food and a picture show, I laughed so hard she had to go. I thought I had it made, yeah. 5’10”and ice-blue eyes, Skinny calves and open thighs, She dyed her hair and oh my my. I thought I had it made, yeah. In my mind she could do no wrong, She swore to me her love was strong, But still I’m standing here alone. I thought I had it made, yeah. It doesn’t matter how it ends, because somehow it always ends. Still I try, try, try every night and day and i lie, lie, lie every night and day. And I don’t know why, But I always think I’ve got it made. Tiny, dark, and so much fun; is barely legal way too young? I truly thought she was the one. I thought I had it made, yeah. I took it serious for a day, and then my thoughts got in the way. Another red-head made me stray. I thought I had it made, yeah. It doesn’t matter how it ends, because somehow it always ends. Still I try, try, try every night and day and i lie, lie, lie every night and day. And I don’t know why, But I always think I’ve got it made. I would lay the blame on them, But I know I can only blame myself. I’m sure some day I’ll get it right, I just have to get it right, right, right, right, right. It doesn’t matter how it ends, because somehow it always ends. Still I try, try, try every night and day and i lie, lie, lie every night and day. And I don’t know why, But I always think I’ve got it made. Still I try, try, try every night and day and i lie, lie, lie every night and day. And I don’t know why, But I always think I’ve got it made.

Pretty Things Awoken from a midnight sleep, The trees were black and the shadows deep. You turn away, you look around, And though you hide, you will be found. I see everything you do, I'll show you…I’ll show it to you. I get so close I smell your hair, I touch the things you use and wear. I see everything you do, I'll show you…I’ll show it… I love your pretty things, Your pretty eyes and pretty skin. I see everything you do, I'll show you…I’ll show it I see everything you do, I'll show you…I’ll show it to you. You caught my eye, You caught my eye.

Barrier Islands (Ravens & Kestrels) You woke me too early on a Sunday morning. I couldn’t see a thing except your eyes. We were shaking in the swirling light. We watched the red sun as it dyed the evening sky. We figured out what to do just in time to say, “Goodbye.” I can’t see the sea from the sky, The sky… The falling sky! I’m coming down so hard! Have we ever been together? Do I even know your name? Where did you go? Why did you leave me this way? Swirling light surrounds, We’re lost inside the night of day. I’ll wash you until you’re clean, And then I’ll rinse your, your life away. I’m coming down so hard! She will never know. She will never care. She will never know. She will never care! I’m coming down so hard!

1st Ship Bound for Mars Put me on the first ship bound for Mars, And get me out of here. Where nothing but the silence and the stars Will land upon my eyes and ears. ‘Cause I can hardly breathe; We’re broken beyond grief. The world that stays behind has started to unweave; It’s time I take my leave. We’re told by everyone there are two sides, With nothing in between. If we resist the urge to polarize, Our voices are not heard, we are unseen. The lie we’ve long been told Has finally taken hold. You’re for us or against, on one side of the fence. The only way to peace is violence. We live with constant anger, constant tears; A world awash with deep religious fears. A gun for you, a few for me, and then A countdown leads us to the bitter end. ‘Cause I can hardly breathe; We’re broken beyond grief. The world that stays behind has started to unweave; It’s time I take my leave. So put me on the first ship bound for Mars.