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Stroke Manor

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Less than three days after a doctor predicted he would never play music again, Scott McCaughey began writing his next album — while still in the ICU, unable to speak coherently, his right side just waking from paralyzation.

In November 2017, the Northwest underground stalwart suffered a stroke that nearly killed him and wiped his entire musical catalog (including the Minus 5, Young Fresh Fellows, R.E.M., and many more) from his memory. But instead of wallowing in misery, McCaughey channeled his omni-positive spirit and began to write down whatever incoherent thoughts crossed his mind. He turned those stream-of-consciousness notebook pages into his 13th full-length Minus 5 release, Stroke Manor.

The album is a capsule of weeks in a hospital bed and recovery back at his Portland home, where he recorded the album with significant contributions from Peter Buck, Joe Adragna, Jeff Tweedy, and more. The results are often head-scratching, tongue-tying spats of confusion, as the lyrics nudged him to experiment with voice-altering effects, to match the singular new outer-space characters he felt he was singing as.

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released June 14, 2019

2019, 2019 Scott McCaughey, under exclusive license to Yep Roc Records

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The Minus 5 Seattle, Washington

The Minus 5 is a rock/folk/pop collective captained by Scott McCaughey (see: "Scott McCaughey" c/o "The Internet", for further reliable information), with Peter Buck often aboard as communications officer. Collaborators regularly feature friends from Wilco, Decemberists, Posies, and literally hundreds of other recalcitrant comrade combos. Everyone gives their all, and no one can be counted on. ... more

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Track Name: Plascent Folk
All the wall walk spots and rue talk back on top
We reviled, dime-spayed. Treat, center misters
Junior senior, two-head hair, for elimination
Come the trucking cougher without minus furs

Butt it anti-aging sheep, keeping holey pie
“Saucer kicks one ceII, man," fork Royal jelly up
Fluid amps shoved into mine, broad and Iotion can
Baby soother bucket ring, cleanser final cusp

They finer wine, in barrel oak
To choose the time of Plascent folk
And cavern shoot in common cool
Sentry sublime of Plascent folk

To those: cane switch suffrage. Down to burrowed badgers
White Powderade! It sparkles in gratuitous calm.
Flitting small of hemlock, Tuesday liver past
When she washed marine to laps in pressing palms

Monday fraught the moods across the rat and many moons
Thursday has been kenneled, lay thee fecund split
Friday mound legged Armistice, one last and ditty effort
And every such a Sunday bless a sainted script
Track Name: My Collection
Well that was then and now again
I’ll let it go until it breaks
There’s a leak around the dirt clod
But oh let’s mind, oh mind the gates

My collection, oh my collection
It’s not going to get any better
My collection, oh my collection
It not going to last forever

Books are coming — you can’t hide down
Beneath the words you used to know ‘em
They all climb a ladder but can’t stay
Except the one you ask to be goin’

My collection, oh my collection
It’s not going to get any better
My collection, oh my collection
It not going to last forever

We want complete what must be missing
But it’s sure to end too early (soon)
One rare card blows in the desert
Still wait lost under the searching (moon)
Track Name: Beacon From RKO
Far from the pleasure dome
Message of wrong gone home
Here they come, strange cargo
Beacon from RKO

She left without her word
She left another world
Went back to bright and coal
Beacon from RllO

Lost ln another plane
Mr. Hughes out of frame
Hiding in Val Lewton’s coat
Beacon from RKO

Let’s beam, out of the past
Kahn screws original cast
Pictures like a radio
Beacon from RKO

Lost in another plane
Outer frame, out of Kane
Musuraca light ‘em low
Beacon from RKO
Track Name: Bleach Boys & Beach Girls
The landing was so soft
Stranded from the stars
Minor magnified, like a sun
Meanwhile ship the sand
Stranger on the shore
Singing from the shells, come undone

Bleach boys & Beach girls
All the surfers on the prowl
Bleach boys & Beach girls
The world is just one big towel

Hat can't front it more
Face can't frame it less
Eyes big as eternal, two as one
Thanks pour over me
Silver tomes of hair
Written in the wine, lost begun

Bleach boys & Beach girls
Batmen surf in cowls
Bleach boys & Beach girls
The world is just one big towel

Lamp pierced the moon loft
Earned cake motorboy
Red tied for his slim joy, sainted race

Bleach boys & Beach girls
Catwomen on the howl
Bleach boys & Beach girls
The world is just one big towel

Slim Jays
Slim Jays
Slim Jays
Saint Race
Red Tide
Outta Sight
Slim Jays
Slim Jays
Track Name: My Master Bull
Dear Ribald
My dear one, yer plaster result
Plus peasant sent bald tox, from planet 10 Tent
When mongrel eats itself, the classics are due
Live fortune queen, cache 15 percent

Now competing isthmus, slog Feature the join
She sure crackpotted haint -- a leg in kill pole
Turbot & Snow Flock Two, will dollar her brass
Parkside coincide. One Sunday club hole

But give us our check, please
Wringing our peg full
Gain the weight aweigh away await
My 66, my master bull

Young ransom of zealot, cudgel reap pears
Algonquin canoe with Natalie in chase
Falling over the moonshine when none put out
Fire palest Cat'lina, shoes stockings a waste

But give us our check, please
Wringing our peg full
Gain the weight aweigh away await
My 66, my master bull
Track Name: Beatles Forever (Little Red)
Little red, little bright
You'll be in big E too
My second is my 2 tongue
And bagged our favorite tour

Green turn up yellow rib
Blue attack unsoftly
Purple oozing white arm eggs
Running pepper salt

Beatles forever
Forever for always
The charging for the ear
And change of Beatles forever
Beatles forever

So the tired key lime
Drip cast bug in butter
Flambic acid motor
Still little red, murder
Track Name: Message of Mother
She said, but last when if
We combed together, two was
Shuttered bare, Ajo countess
I failed our backyard's fuzz

Mother, you have been without your knowing
(You have been here all alone)
Mother, can you wait where I am going?

Cause the crack, she curses her
The one of us, we rant
Our onions soaking livers
Til home we sailward slant

White pearl, sing heavy son
But four heart aces of course
Three of us cared Lomond Loch
Danny sold true love's remorse
Track Name: Well in Fact She Said
A fairey good manager
Brain clusters to clutter
From the bottom bled pool
And bonney and barrow
Laid them all together
Die at 34 speed
Over an Alamo surgeon
Bedding red breading
This dirty Tex heaven

And the buzz bugs
Not apple scums or pain in faint tires
Caned sugar fed versus metallic
But her glasses gold were it all it were
Well in fact she said, well in fact she said

The cousin couldn't pitch
No cents in fence banks
It's the sorrow of luck
Lonely skirts are cursing
And she won't last nickels
Sell out your snot drop punk

There will be a romance
Gun dig up solid love
Dumb enough to be right
Track Name: MRI
MRI, MRI
But it’s a 7:30
15 or 45 minute
It’s clean for dirty

I’m balancing to our mass
Succumbing for a peach
Equal quality numb
Less dumb, frightened leech

Go go go Mr. I, go go
Magneto go, Magneto go go

MRI, tunnel time
But it’s nearer to 8
Judah N throw a curve
It’s likely ransom late

Cap Peterson cap shelf
So sad and keep holy
It’s too new and raise it up
The head is just so empty
Track Name: Pink Bag for Rip Torn
We’re missing him today
Four blue and two forlorn
Turns out he’s still alive
Pink bag for Rip Torn

No one knows what is kept
And daily brings him back
For years where he has slept
Inside the mystery sack

Pink bag for Rip Torn
Pink bag for Rip Torn
Pink bag for Rip Torn
Pink bag Pink bag

He’d tell the world if could
Oath of silence sworn
Bomb can’t peel womblike shell
So many wait unborn

One day his ticket’s torn
His turn for the sheet
Gone but never gone at all
Rip will rest in peace
Track Name: Scar Crow
Movement to movies reeling from model in mohair
Concealment congeal with concord organ fail
You want to make me sick when the hayloft hums
Hanging a basket full moon calico stable girl

Scar crow barn crow heartless hurling for fruit show
It was a dead paint silver without a chest of gas-gun
Dusty dog was a willful impertinent auntie hero
And the whirlwind hammers and saws and Studio 2

And it was beautiful. Ventrified.
The dark cloud was real! Terrified.
And we came, and we gang, and we rose.
Let them caw, don't listen to the crows.

Loved the opium road and the snow buried feeled mice
The emerald deal wasn't plain nor brave awake
No hunger and no hurt makes emptiness a bonus
What tears you apart may later wing into homestead

And it was beautiful. Ventrified.
The dark cloud was real! Varified.
And we came, and we gang, and we rose.
Let them caw, don't listen to the crows.

Scar crow bran brain two days older enough
By gale to wretched tree, fed of wringing necks
Minding over matters of heart afterburner hearth
There's no place like hope here or anywhere else
Track Name: Goodbye Braverman
A cigarette lighter, as big as a volume
Of H. J. Ellison’s complete short stories
Remember the day, oh, you wrote me away
Dedicated to our mental bridge glories

If I was a braver man, I wouldn’t have laughed
Could it be that you forgot to ask?
If I was a braver man, I would have gone last

With my pilloried castle, the raven so ripe
A box of eggs, a carful of mourners
Decorator dog despised and suck down
So funeral-ready for Cocky The Coroner

You wonder, Outsider, who is speechless in zest
The wanderer inside, off heads to sexy war zones!
A sorry typewriter, both spewing and choked
The cigarette lighter, small coffin for mice bones
Track Name: Top Venom
I am short of breath
I am in pain
I am choking
I am feeling sick
I want to be suctioned
I want to be comforted
I want to get out of bed
I want to go home
I am radiate
When is this tube coming out
I’m dull and numb
What is happening?
I want medicine
One shot and two pills
I want mealtime
Two shots and more pills
I am eating chalk
I want top venom
When one was left out
Another one leg lost
I want medicine
One shot and two pills
I want mealtime
Two shots and more pills
I am feeling sick
I am choking
I am in pain
I am short of breath

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