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On their fourth album, the Granite Countertops return with a set of all-new original songs, two of which adapt the words of 14th century Persian Sufi poet Hafiz to address the world of 2018. An album of catchy post-punk, intense drones, lush vocal harmonies, gnarly guitars, quirky electronics, and hip-shaking beats. Girls Can't Wait offers 12 songs about DIY art spaces, debased propaganda, dark nights of the soul, the healing power of love, and, especially, girls who can no longer wait.

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released May 28, 2018

J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones: All vocals and instruments.
Recorded at Ear Candle Productions, San Francisco, CA 2017-2018.
© The Granite Countertops 2018
℗ 2018 Ear Candle Productions
earcandleproductions.com

"The Difference Between," and "The Angels Know You Well," from The Gift by Daniel Ladinsky, copyright 1999, and used by permission of the author.

Við krefjumst framtíðar. (Icelandic for "We demand a future.")

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The Granite Countertops are dark, whimsical, tender existential action heroes J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones, exploring the outer limits of what a duo can create.

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Track Name: Girls Can't Wait I
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait

No they cannot!

Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait

I’m told that they cannot wait

Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait

They never do, you know
Oh baby come on

Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait

Are you listening?
You’re so sweet!

Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait (Hey wait up!)
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait

You’re taking too long
You just have to wait for them

Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait

The girls are starting to get impatient!

Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait

She always waits for HIM…
Be patient!

Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait
Girls can’t wait

My mother always taught me that if you can’t wait, you’re not worth it.

I’m just gonna do what I wanna do
And if I can find someone
With the same kind of energy that can relate to me
Then I’m gonna choose that person!

And then I realize we’re in an Einsteinian age where E=MC squared
And light and energy are self-generated into particles and waves
And when you actually start to engage with someone
Who is willing to make meaning with you
Then it’s not about who’s right and wrong anymore
You’re not in a duality anymore
You’re in a paradox, and you’re swimming in a sea of possibilities
And so all it really takes is communication
And knowing that the ability to deal with ambiguity
Is a sign of mental health.
Track Name: Zero Gravity Love Station
Spicy sauce all over my digits—tasty bits
Sloppy juicy joyful noise—drive like rivets
Slurpy! Slippery! Stainful!...Painful is not it
Rolling tumbling bouncy—shaking pouncing wit

On a highway to pleasure
We discover our treasure
Peaks and valleys we measure
Enable the pressure
To turn us
To diamonds
That live in the night to be seen
Not so mean after all.

Kiss on the planet of unearthly delights
Suck in the energy—let it out and take big bites
Sparks and static in a sky full of feedback
The land of fear drawing near—send cash please!

On a highway to pleasure
We discover our treasure
Peaks and valleys we measure
Enable the pressure
To turn us
To diamonds
That live in the night to be seen
Not so mean after all.

Kick your cute legs in the air, darling dear
And tighten up that beautiful rear, do you hear?
5D video treadmill stimulation
Rock in the zero gravity love station!

On a highway to pleasure
We discover our treasure
Peaks and valleys we measure
Enable the pressure
To turn us
To diamonds
That live in the night to be seen
Not so mean after all.

Undeveloped hearts don’t get it
We peak! We peak! We peak! A boo!
Track Name: Meta-Song
Nowadays you can rock and roll
And never have to leave the room
Grab some cords and plug a few boxes together
And let everything go boom

There’s a brand new song we need to write
Needs to be catchy but not too trite
Needs to say everything that must be said
Even if we’re not sure what that is just yet

Nowadays you can bring the funk
And never even hit the floor
Push a button, wave your arms around dramatically, and
Watch the people holler out for more

There’s a brand new song we need to write
Needs to be catchy but not too trite
Needs to say everything that must be said
Even if we’re not sure what that is just yet

Our bodies may grow old
While our minds become more bold
New ideas to spare
We can put these drums in anywhere
Let’s put ‘em there.

We wrap our song up in an arrow
And shoot it off into the air
Close our eyes and cross our fingers
We only hope it lands somewhere

There’s a brand new song we need to write
Needs to be catchy but not too trite
Needs to pass our rigorous quality test
And if we never finish it you can write the rest!

You wanna hear our song?
I think it sounds all right
Track Name: American Junk
Junk thoughts, junk words
All the junky little tales you've heard
Junk food, junk news
All the disinformation you spew
Junk boys, junk girls
Spread their junk all over the world
Junk minds, junk hearts
To distract us and tear us apart

Got to take out the trash
If we want life to last
Got to clean up our home
No one can do it alone

Junk faith, junk doubt
Better wake up and figure it out
Junk kings, junk queens
Fill the air with their anti-ideas
Junk posts, junk tweets
Propaganda makes the pressure increase
Junk stars, junk skies
It's a vast firmament of lies

Got to take out the trash
If we want life to last
Got to clean up our home
No one can do it alone

I'm skeptical about everything
Including skepticism
I'm cynical about everything
Especially cynicism

Junk arts, junk deals
Take you down, tell you nothing is real
Nightmares, beliefs
Bang your head for a dose of relief
Assaults, batteries
Sanctimonious pits of sleaze
We won't forget
Even if we don't show up on your TV set

Got to take out the trash
If we want life to last
Got to clean up our home
No one can do it alone
No one can do it alone
Track Name: DarkLight Imaged
DARKLIGHT IMAGED

A hum not heard outside my ears
smashes the synapse
interrupts the light within
and a blank occurs to me what emptiness
empty-headedness is like

No real thought has a chance

Mouth dribbles to darting eyes
mechanical hands lay out a plan
to cover up the gripping fear
that I don't know you.....
you won't agree
I think to hate you, without your love

No real feeling has a chance

Pretense builds upon my walls
bright colors print patterns
dreamt intricate to awe
the unique separation
will soothe the illusion
that gnaws a longing
to be inside you....
or far away

No ear has a hint
How I am you, we will not know

Light to tap upon your springboard
Gracious to lift me to spring
Time sprouts the child I am
Bright beads of laughter sing
Out sounds so softly they bounce
Me high on your light-track
With the Speed of a little
Spirit willing
Track Name: Hobbits In Exile
When the Shire burned down
All the hobbits had to get out of town
Emerging from their holes
They had to reassess their goals

Refugees in a tough new land
Rub their eyes and try to understand

They had to leave their studebakers
Their silk wraps and their dilrubas
Homesick forest beings
Scattered all about to build new scenes

When you’ve been driven out of paradise
The outside world can leave you traumatized

Remember the trees
Remember the trails
Remember the garden
Remember the temple
Remember the theater
Remember the sculptures
Remember the little works of art in every corner

Remember the water
Remember the water
Remember the water
Remember the water

If you’re feeling lost
You can join us on our quest
We caught a glimpse of something fine
We’re gonna get it back in all due time

Searching for a place to get along
We climb the mountain and we sing this song:

We use our hearts
We use our heads
To muscle past
The creeping dread
The swamp is deep
The march is slow
You have to have
A place to go

Cling to your joy
And have some fun
A good joke is better
Than any gun

They try to warp
Our minds and souls
Try to distract
Us from our goals
The petty winds
Blow back and forth
We won’t go south
To face the north

Spirit of love
Leave ego behind
It wants to seek
But never find

Doubt precedes doubt
To analyze
Forever wrong
Forever right
There is no path
Between the two
Be here or there
You have to choose

Spirit contains
All that there is
No judgement there
No need to fix
Track Name: The Difference Between
(Words: Hafiz, 14th Century Poet, from "The Gift"
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky, 1999)
ISBN 0 14 01.9581 5

A saintly man and a Perfect One both resided on the
Outskirts of a beautiful city.
Though several miles apart.

One day it came to the attention
Of these two households that a visiting prince
Desired to pay his respects to the most revered spiritual
Leader in that province,
Wanting to gift a small fortune to that man
To help further God’s work.

As there had for years been some question
Amongst the population who in fact was
The most spiritual of these two figures,
The prince devised something of a contest,
As he only had time to visit
One of these personages.

The prince sent word:
“In three days I would like to meet with,
In my quarters, the chief representative of each
Of these two renowned religious men
And after questioning them extensively
I and my ministers will then determine
Who in fact of their teachers is the
Closer to God, and thus
To whom we will gift God’s own bounty.”

The saint upon receiving this news met with
All his close ones. The council discussed the situation
For hours, exploring every nuance,
And considering how much this gold could mean to them.
Then, with a clear majority vote—
Ramjoo was chosen.

Ramjoo was a strikingly young handsome man,
A great hunter, a legendary warrior, a renowned artist.
His intellect was superb, his manners impeccable,
He spoke twenty different languages
And was descended from royal blood himself—
A great-aunt was a queen.
Someone in the saint’s camp also knew this prince
Enjoyed the company of men as well as women.
Ramjoo, they all nodded, was the right choice.
The Perfect One on receiving this “news”
From the prince immediately called for Yasamin;
No consultation with anyone was needed.

Yasamin was a servant woman in the master’s
Household.
She was nearly eighty; a famous hag,
And had worked for him all her life—
No one else in the city would hire Yasamin
As she was completely mad
(Perhaps just God-mad), nevertheless her qualifications
For this essential, delicate diplomacy were exact:

She had not combed her hair or bathed for months;
She mostly muttered unintelligible sounds
In her own secret language
That only the master knew.
She often made obscene gestures
While exposing her private regions.

She compulsively picked her nose
And threw boogers with astounding accuracy.
No one had ever known her to go five minutes
Without loudly farting at least four times.
She was psychic too,
And would probably start beating the prince if
She “saw” he had ever gone too far romantically—
With his camels.

Yasamin, the Perfect One knew,
Was the right choice to be his envoy
Especially when she agreed with a deep, enlightened laugh
To add to her already majestic—sublimely free—being
The crown of three live chickens
She would proudly drape over her head
Come the appointed
Royal minute.

The day of the prince came. The two envoys entered
The prince’s quarters but were kept separate
And did not even see one another.

Ramjoo went in first
And from behind a door Yasamin could hear singing,
And light lively talk that went on for two hours.

She knew what was happening.
The prince was falling in love with his new guest.

Then Yasamin was brought in
And the prince could not believe his eyes.
He felt tremendously insulted and even became
A bit terrified when, in fact, Yasamin being
Able to “see” into the prince’s past,
Started shouting things even he could understand
About that one regrettable night in the desert—
With that young, gorgeous camel.
She even hit the prince with two gigantic boogers
From twenty feet away;
Bouncing off his forehead
They both fell right into his tea,

Yasamin was ordered
Beaten and thrown out.

She returned to master ecstatic
And has never been happier since.

That night the prince could not sleep, but
Finally dozed off for a few minutes just before dawn.
During that short sleep he had this dream:

The Prophet Muhammad
Was seated on a magnificent white horse
And behind the Prophet sat a man smiling wonderfully
At the prince for a moment, before saying,

“Why did you beat my dear Yasamin,
When she spoke only the truth to you?”

The prince bolted awake
And sat up in bed trembling with sweat.

He called for his horse to be saddled
And with ten of his soldiers rode right then
To the saintly man’s house pleading to see him.

Upon seeing this man and realizing
He was not the person in the dream,
He then dismissed his soldiers and taking off his shoes,
Weeping now,
Began to walk to the Prefect One’s household.

Dear ones,
Use your own storytelling abilities
To end this tale

In a way that will most
Uplift your heart.
Track Name: Beach Boy/Beach Girl
White sun glowing in a baby blue sky
Seawater rising, bright light in your eyes
Negative ions blowing in the wind
Smell the salt, bury your feet in the hot sand
Dogs dash by, waves roar and rise
Youth get physical, old get youthful

Stretching parts we don’t usually stretch
Me and you, content in the sand

Seagulls circle, flying down the hill
Hoping someone drops a sandwich down below
Little phones in every human’s hand
Turning nature into pixels
Upload clouds to “the cloud”

Distant high waves, how close will they get?
Hills in the fog, planes in the sky
A longer swell tumbles in, we gotta run
Hanging out with you is so much fun

The boy and girl grew up next to salt water
Boy’s first car, a sky blue Chevy Nova
When he crashed it, he painted it green
Then he drove away to make the scene
Back then the girl was 3000 miles away
Dreaming of the future as she looked out on the bay

She was learning to say yes
She was learning to say no
With a curious mind that was itching to grow

Now they sit together with their mats and their beers
The waves come crashing in, they laugh without fears

Beach boy, beach girl
Waves crash, waves swirl
They’re together in a crazy world
And they’re gonna be all right.
Track Name: The Angels Know You Well
Words: Hafiz, 14th Century Poet, from "The Gift"
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky, 1999)
ISBN 0 14 01.9581 5


The angels know you well.

You have fathered a child with me.

You had your night of fun.

If You no longer want the love my
Beautiful body can yield

At least take care of that
Holy infant my heart has become.

God, You sired an heir with me
When You gave birth to my soul.

I thought of complaining to all the angels
Last night

About Your treatment of this
“Homeless child,”

But then I remembered they too
Have a long list of love complaints

Because
They also know You so
Well.
Track Name: A Thousand Warehouses
Beautiful children in dangerous places
Jury rigging autonomous spaces
Pushing boundaries, taking risks
This is why the city exists

You go to get to where it's at
A place with something nowhere else has
the underground will not stay shut down
spaces grow to match the longing

Let the big top rise
Something out of nothing

Miracles of transformation
Breathe new life into abandoned spaces
Breweries, storefronts, old warehouses
Drills and hammers come out to play

No one notices what you’re up to
Money’s short—energy is long
Take this wreckage, apply your vision
Turn up, build it, total freedom

Where is the wilderness?
Where do the wild things go?

Back when we were young and fearless
Didn't watch TV at night
Didn't have no internet then
It took invention to get our kicks

Mouths all chatting heads all buzzing
Stumbling down the avenue
Walk the gauntlet to the crucible
Wonders hidden in the rubble
Searching for only the good kind of trouble

May you be safe tonight
Live to create tonight

Find yourself in a thousand warehouses
Directions given in secret code
No one here's got an NEA grant
They just throw together all they've gathered

Came of age in a thousand warehouses
All I learned and all I forgot
Dirty dens of transformation
Everything the everyday is not

A thousand scenes in a thousand warehouses
Cover the walls and cover the floors
New perspectives scramble the senses
Things you've never heard or seen before

May you be safe tonight
Live to create tonight

Innovation art and genius
No more neglect no more disaster
Love invention guts and power
We demand a better future NOW

The best and the brightest,
We'll never forget you

Where is the wilderness?
Where do the wild things go?

Nowadays I tend to stay home
But I hope you’re out there
Starting it all over.
Let a thousand warehouses bloom
We have things to make.

(Somewhere between the National Endowment for the Arts,
The leadership of Congress,
And the President of the United States,
Let’s give our kids something great to do
Build them an empire of creativity
So they’ll be safe.
Come on guys, you had your fun.
Get off it. Give it to the kids. Make them happy.)
Track Name: Signals And Noise
Overtones and artifacts
Scraping scratches on the tracks
Spectacles and photoshops
Reality is now one big cut-up

Depressing manic media
All I hear is blah blah blah
Waves of white noise drowning out
The things we’re not supposed to talk about

Putting on our thinking caps
Rising from our power naps
Listen for another voice
And find the signals buried in the noise
Track Name: Girls Can't Wait II
Girls can’t wait for your permission
Girls can’t wait for your evolution
Girls can’t wait for boys to wake up
Girls can’t wait for boys to grow up

Girls can’t wait to conduct your review
Girls can’t wait to mentor you

But they like to assess what’s in existence
And don’t mind being existential about it
Taking these stands is essential to growth
So they can’t wait to meet you there

Girls can’t wait for misogyny
To fall back out of style again

On the satellite on their beat
Girls take notes on what’s incomplete
Boys all dazed to human needs
Something about roots, shoots, and seeds

Boys are peacocks, constantly spreading
Girls need power, strength and assertion

Girls can’t wait to be amused
But they won’t waste time being abused
No sense in reasoning with monsters that bray
Cut their losses and just run away

Girls can’t wait to optimize
Girls can’t wait for fresh new eyes

Girls can’t wait for boys who are mean
They’ll catch it on the spot and split your scene
Leave you to stare at your sad machine
And blame the girls for their low self-esteem

(Rowing down the old mainstream
Rotting in a dated dream)

I smell good the way I do
My own pheromones get through
I don’t need Yves St. Laurent
99 dollars is for big red skunks

Girls want friendship, girls want love
But girls have had just about enough!

Girls can’t wait for peace to endure
Will give a lot of attention to being ignored
The impact is predictable but never unsure
As you whistle merrily down the road

Girls can’t wait to manage conflict
Girls can’t wait for accountability!

Girls can’t wait to “try to be nice”
They’ll freeze you out like a cure for lice
Some cure with spice, some not at all
Some might be seeking a cure for you all

Girls can’t wait to conduct your review
Girls can’t wait to mentor you

Can a girl wait to take her turn?
Assess the context? Notice the drone?
Is she tired of watching the whole world burn?
Can she bring our brains back home?

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