zilcho II: six at once

ZILCHO ROBINSON, the legendary, groundbreaking, and boundary-pushing recording project of Illinois multi-instrumentalists Liam Michael Kelly and Tom Oeffling, is back with their sophomore release ZILCHO II: SIX at ONCE, a true exercise in sonic perfection and pure, pure, pop.

featuring the talents of

ETHAN BAILEY

CAIDEN DOHR

DANNY HARTZ

PAT SWANSON

DECLAN SWISTOWICZ

"Bupkis"

Kelly: guitar

Oeffling: bass

(instrumental)

"Johnny's Law"

Hartz: guitar solo

Kelly: guitar, bass, background vocals

Oeffling: drums, percussion, vocals

Look out below, you left my ears ringing

You shot the comfort drawer and took the contents for your keeping

Snail mail, telegrams, postal ships

Lessons never got you glad enough to swim

It was a real-life jump of the shark in a broken cup on the carpet

Throw out your phone, your old one's still ringing

He's at the door right now and he's been hoping you're not singing

Tangled up, rearranged, and talking trash

I would come on over but I can't relax

It was a real-life jump of the shark in a broken leg on the carpet

Please go run and please go hide

I've seen it all before

And God, I love to stay inside

It was a real-life jump of the shark in a broken heart on the carpet

"Carter Hartz"

Bailey: guitar

Hartz: guitar

Kelly: bass

Swistowicz: drums

(instrumental)

"Santa's Bells"

Kelly: vocals

Oeffling: keyboards, drum programming

The stocking's hung and fire's lit

Put on my suit, make sure it fits

Santa's bells are ringing very soon

Reindeer flying, coming through

Milk and cookies, eggnog too

Santa's bells are ringing very soon

There are presents to be given out

Children laughing, hear them shout

Santa's bells are ringing very soon

Christmas Day is almost here

The joy awaits, so do not fear

Santa's bells are ringing very soon

"All my Closest Friends"

Kelly: guitar, mandolin, vocals

Oeffling: bass, keyboards, drums

Find the light

Find what kills your pride

Take your time

Time is all you need

All my closest friends have withered in my hands

Couldn't keep them anyway

I am going to the land where no one laughs

I was never meant to stay

Shoot the bull

Shoot it all night long

Breathe it in

Breathe it with your chest

All my closest friends have withered in my hands

Couldn't keep them anyway

I am going to the land where no one laughs

I was never meant to stay

Don't wait for a sign, it'll never come

And you will never be everything you have

"Lovers and Fighters (for Wembanyama)"

Bailey: drums, vocals

Dohr: bass

Hartz: guitar

Kelly: guitar, vocals

Oeffling: guitar, vocals

Swanson: guitar

Swistowicz: vocals

Wemby cried for the anthem

Even though he's from France

You left your cola depleted and [?]

But I don't mind crushing the cans

I left my wallet vacationing

At your parents' cabin

You said your Dad could go grab it in the morning

He don't mind missing a plan

Gotta tuck in my jersey

I don't want to look shabby

Keys left on the counter again if you want to go for a ride

They say $3.50's a steal

Even Steven A. says so

Follow all of your elders forever and ever

I can walk on my own

8:00 in the morning

I stretched and turned on the light

You had a license for seven years

And you still don't stop for the signs

Fighters running to Paris to be lovers for a while

You had your fun

It's time to go when the doorman ignores your smile

Fruit pop melting in my hand

Sun shining, do the sand dance, man

Fist in the air, Lisan al-Gaib

And the kids don't want to leave

The encore erupts from the trees

The wind is smiling, deep in the breeze

Comprehending what's happening now

While the owls stare me down