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released January 25, 2019

All songs written by National Hotel

Keys + vocals - Nat Parent
Guitar - Nick Ayearst
Bass - Christina Prakash
Drums - Mitchell Brown

Produced and mixed by Declan Paxton
Engineered by Declan Paxton and Sean Newton
Mastered by Declan Paxton and Sean Newton

Recorded in Studio A & B at MacEwan University and at Smile! Studios in Edmonton, AB.

Album art by Sir Quilt (society6.com/sirquilt)

Special thanks to Eric and Evan Oddleifson for use of their sick keys; Paul Johnston; Andy Crosley (thanks for being patient with loud noises)

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National Hotel Edmonton, Alberta

In the strange land of Edmonton, AB, National Hotel plays the indie rock you never knew you needed, zigzagging through 60’s psych rock, 70’s lounge music, 80’s new wave and 90’s britpop, wearing their influences on their floral sleeves.

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Track Name: Polaroids
When you get back from the seaside babe
I'll be tasting the sweet salt on your sweet skin
My dear, we'll go to the party where the polaroids
Are posted for everyone to see

Ain't it amusing being young and broke and lost and every...
Ain't it swell being pals and fucking the beginning?
I am well living this city's cold youthful new age

We're alive, let the sun shine bright on us
We're beautiful, your foreign hand in mine, it's so divine
I'm lost inside the magic that is you and I
I'm feeling fine. This must be heaven...

Right here
Right here
Right here

You're an image from the sea now, honey
I see its faded urgency run through your hair
Your green eyes, they tell the story of a homeless soul
They the photo of the water's green from which you come

Ain't it amusing smoking cigarettes on the balcony
and ain't it swell pushing chairs and getting pissed at parties
I am well going home with you to feel your loving

I think I love you

We're alive, let the sun shine bright on us
We're beautiful, your foreign hand in mine, it's so divine
I'm lost inside the magic that is you and I
I'm feeling fine. This must be heaven...

Heaven...

Ain't it amusing being everyone's villain at the start of every night
Ain't it swell you're the one that they're all jealous of
They want your mysterious life

Ah

When you get back from the seaside babe
I'll be tasting the sweet salt on your sweet skin
My dear, we'll go to the party where the polaroids
Are posted for everyone to see

Ain't it amusing being young and broke and lost and every...
Ain't it swell being pals and fucking the beginning?
I am well living this city's cold youthful new age

We're alive, let the sun shine bright on us
We're beautiful, your foreign hand in mine, it's so divine
I'm lost inside the magic that is you and I
I'm feeling fine. This must be heaven...
Track Name: Please Me
Hey, what's on the outside?
There's a hole in the covers that you won't want the gods to see
Hey, your lips on the window pane
There's blood on the glass
If it's not mine, let it be

Please me
Please me
Please me
Please me

Little one, you think you're a wise one
Well I got eyes with the colour so you know that I've seen
And hey, what's on the outside
There's a hole in the covers, yeah you know that the gods have seen

Please me
Please me
Please me
Please me
Track Name: Beach House
In the beach house he was raised a child
During those golden days
And I never saw mam shake her finger once
In the beach house of sun

In the beach house he grew up a punk
Spray cans on the docks
And I never saw mama look so sad
In the beach house of sand

Give me an explanation
Mama's pulled the drapes in shame
This beach ain't half as pretty
With sand running through my brains
You're a loose child
There ain't no debate
Come out of your beach house, baby
You can wallow in your ill-fame

In the beach house he was charged a fraud
Oh those men, they find all crime
And I never saw mama look so amused
In the beach house of blues

Give me an explanation
Mama's pulled the drapes in shame
This beach ain't half as pretty
With sand running through my brains
You're a loose child
There ain't no debate
Come out of your beach house, baby
You can wallow in your ill-fame

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