Alllright we’re almost done this record.  Feeling the contractions.
http://www.virgin.com/music/blog/an-afternoon-with-the-zolas

Zach&Cats#2:  Tom’s cat a millisecond after scratching Zach in the face. 

Ok yes it’s true we’ve been a bit quiet recently.  Sorry friends!  Here’s a glimpse of what we’ve been up to. 
http://www.virgin.com/music/blog/an-afternoon-with-the-zolas
Update:  We really like the album.  A lot. 

Our little tribe on the borderline
of the land of the lions and the land of the lost.
Which of us will fall behind?
The coffeeshop fills with the taste of exhaust. 
——
Orbiting planets that never collide,
at home or at haunts where we once used to write.
The old days are scattered and cut from the calendar
We scribble alone on Lufthansa flights.
——
It’s a circle of friends but it’s not a bonfire.
Even at parties it gets colder and colder
We whoop it up like returning messiahs
He asks how you’re doing as his eyes surf your shoulder.

College city
tiny pond
she and I we smoulder
the local swan
my amazon
with coathanger shoulders

When all your nights are starry blurs
will you remember me?
When all your friends are photographers
will you remember me?

I refuse
to reminisce
needle cracks and tape hiss.
Blue tattoos of
the things I miss
are they bruise or cicatrice?

Walking by your window, I called you for the first time
“yeah, the one who spilled my drink on you last night.”
and in my underlit apartment, you let me paint you by the flame.
I’ve painted you a hundred times and still can’t sign my name.

When all your nights are starry blurs
will you remember me?
When all your friends are photographers
will you remember me?