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And it's pathetic And you're incessant Cleanse the wound but disregard the preference You're anesthetic I'm apathetic Clears the drain, but clogs up the septic I wish you hadn't done that (I wish I didn't do it) There's no place like home
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Laxative 02:43
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The one who ate the lights Always in the way The floorboards creak and sway and the windowpanes shatter The one who ate the lights The one that got away Tucking your children in at night The one who ate the lights Look whose telling you your rights Melodrama is the middle ground Can this life truly be found? The one who ate the lights Wasn't their fault at all They'll never know the pain or what it is to fall The one who ate the lights Laughing at our plight but it might just work The one who ate the lights not yet accountable for actions We'll all have to pay for it in the end
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I ain't a friend, I'm a foe; I am an enemy, oh My carriage is made of wood My horses are drawn and quartered I will cater to your fastidious command I'm not doing anything suspicious because I ain't a friend I'm a foe; I am an enemy, oh (I ain't afraid of a fool; I am an innovator) This back will never carry the weight I will always lose my place I'll never be late Did I mention that is one nice sword? Can I see it for a second? I ain't a friend I'm a foe; I am an enemy, oh (I ain't afraid I'm a foe) I am sick after lunchtime wine If I encounter the divine I promise to challenge I would never lie to you because I ain't a friend I'm a foe; I am an enemy, oh (I ain't afraid of a fool; I am am an innovator) I ain't a friend I'm a foe; I am an enemy, oh.
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Ginger Ale 01:38
Pleasure quantified Propensity Profit Polyamorous The boardwalk you dragged me on to The time that we shared outside of the party The rat poison made you walk funny The planks that splattered your brain matter on the ferris wheel Sooner or later you will realize that "the ride is not stopping; You are going to die" The hole in the beach That took you down Do not worry Made sure it was deep enough To muffle any sound That will be produced After you are buried
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-"Is" are: because, "Have" wants "Can’t"
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I'm in the ketchup and alluding to my faucet Rippling my arm over the surface of their Flat-Top bed in lagoon Junes and the doll eye breaks through Glass that corrodes my Cheetoes and pluggins my brew damping my cigarette In the morning Dew that brings the noses of Roadkill and Housewives breaking my fishing net and scattering my ashes on the Flock of Rocks breaking on the bed of badness and the Brink of Sleep
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Curtain Call 02:03
Look at the boy Look at the boy comin' down the chimney Look next to you See whose on The evening train With you A message for the faint of heart or weak stomachs that go on and on and on forever on and on and on forever Goodnight my friends Goodnight my friends Be well I bid you a grand ol' farewell and condemn you all to hell condemn you all to hell condemn you all to hell Look at the boy Look at the boy Look at the boy comin' down the chimney Look at the boy Look at the boy Look at the boy coming down the chimney
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Gearhead 02:14
Taking but not talking Waking without walking Refuse the abuse and return it to sender Gearhead Gearhead Gearhead Gearhead Oh my little Gearhead What you've grown to be Gearhead here for all to see Gearhead judge accordingly Gearhead Gearhead Look at my inside are they good enough for you? The city is painted and named after you You don't need a disguise the way you look will do just fine Gearhead Gearhead Gearhead Gearhead Oh my little Gearhead Gearhead what you've grown to be Gearhead here for all to see Gearhead judge accordingly Gearhead
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Stoop to my level Come on down See it unfold Visit my family functions but vacate the premises Let it swallow you Parading around downtown and visiting all your favorite stores I watch you walk but I have no time to talk in passing moments fractured by too much thought I miss you I hate you? eternal scarring friend We are separated as one Stoop to my level Come on down See it unfold
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My heart refrains My heart refrains My heart remains My heart remains Usable or in use for the rest of my days Apart from or with you I'd never forget you I'd never forget you I'd never forget you You've been here You've been here far too long Welcomes were overstayed You created your own half life Examine what lies before you Orient populate Orient populate Orient populate fulfill the spread of the new disease Instruct me allow me to follow because being with you makes me more hollow My heart refrains My heart refrains My heart remains My heart remains My heart remains
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Help me to aim I can taste it Help me to aim I can taste it Help me to aim I can taste it You are mine Instincts and conquest Subsistence and nourishment I don't have new ideas anymore just old plans It has been my frame of reference for some time now Give me weapons Survival is a cost, a debt that is not mine to pay Use my senses against me Betray me from the inside out You can take me softly When it falls into my mind, I eradicate blame and substitute myself Torture requiring labor our torsos are encased in glass and our veils are dark Do anything in your power but you can't clear my throat
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Tourniquet 01:57
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the Inbred Lunatics in the Heart of the Woods are screaming bloody murder for their Lost Idol they no longer possess the ability to question their Storm Drains and Meat Cleavers driving at midnight with no headlights has become an impossibility and it was just a Bad Idea to Begin With we will probably never see them again.
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Woah, Dolly 01:56
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Splints 03:18
Understanding where I'll run When I run Understanding where I'll run When I run to be gone for good When I run to be gone for good This little thing is from me to you I hope you don't forget me Seizing beneath me Below the plates shifting shifting shifting Oh then its all in my head? Oh then its all in my head? Oh then its all in my head? Well that doesn't explain the start Oh then its all in my head? Oh then its all in my head? Oh then its all in my head? Well that doesn't explain the start explain the start explain the start Come on into the house The lights are always on and the water's warm for you for you Oh then its all in my head? Oh then its all in my head? Oh then its all in my head? Well that doesn't explain the start explain the start explain the start Oh then its all in my head? Oh then its all in my head? Oh then its all in my head? Well that doesn't explain the start explain the start explain the start explain the start
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A ride with all the seats taken A feast for the eyes An untimely surprise We meet our demise together All your desires will transpire if you give them long enough Our timely plummet met with our need to descend Puts our beings permanently on the mend A horse with no carriage or an animal with no master Oh so easily captured
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Windshield 02:25
Complex Serpentine in posture Unending relentless I cut my Achilles tendon and ran for you like I never thought I could The entire time Inching further from myself
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Umah Tharsis 02:32
Umah Umah Umah Tharsis
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We're here We've arrived But, we're still waiting Slap me on the cheek or pinch me For I must be dreaming I can only be dreaming I fell down today but it was okay because you were there Thank You
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A father grunts and throws a fresh pound onto the slab. The doors are locked. The walls are whispering. The chairs are empty. Outside a shrieking silence is building, the trees are shedding and cementing themselves to the planet to the sounds of slaughtering farmhands and innocence perverted in the barn. The beds are stale. The pillows are stained. The chairs are empty. Everything is coming down anvils and his head is involuntarily shaven. He is muttering to himself and drawing the shower curtain. He is popping the bubbles, sinking deeper; becoming undefined in the darkness. The sink is fluorescent. The floor is backwards. The chairs are empty. He is wandering on a barren prairie looking for children without playgrounds and a horse to drown. He is dancing with farmers daughters with murder on his breath and choking himself with tumbleweeds. The weddings in the middle of nowhere and the funerals down the road are roosters at midnight. The weathervane is lacerating his umbrella with the laughter of his kin. The grass is the color of his stomach. The wool has been singed and pulled. The pork more pure than you or I. The sirens are his saviors. The chairs are empty.
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We mend together We forget each other We were never here at all at all at all at all at all Oxygen as a catalyst Never to be seen again Never again Never again Never again Never again Sympathy falls apart upon further inspection Would you help me Until I fall apart? Break Fall Step Arrange
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My favorite thing to do is pretend that I don't exist My hobbies include waiting and counting blades of grass The wishes that I have are to tear the fabric of my flesh with a ball of wire and to get a job Discarded and pretty lonely Some ideation of loneliness You know, like that and also like this package that you told me to carry for all these years It was for you, but I opened it All I found inside were two syringes and your earrings the ones I liked Get a job Get a job Get a job Counting Waiting and counting The wishes that I have are to tear the fabric of my flesh with a ball of wire and to get a job get a job get a job get a job

about

Two captains traversed a flooded forest after several nights in a motel made of scrap metal. They searched for the man the locals had been accusing of stealing the street lights at night. The man they searched for believed that this was innovation, a way to see the sky more clearly, a way to find a path to the sea: where these boats actually belonged: along the boardwalk, the carousels, the dart games, and prizes for whining children.

“Are” became “Can’t” before “Want” could even need “Not” and then the words of these two ship captains became discharge papers and daily glasses of whole milk, but the one who designed this plan had nothing to swallow with, so “Is” just “Wasn't”, and there was a reptile in this fella, under his leaves, and they were damper than a dog. The fruit he offered was fictional and the captain with the zebra leg fell for it. The other captain binged on his nails, as in: not the living parts of him: the things he could garnish his meals with.

But the forest was still flooded and no one was doing anything about the sounds under the water. Everyone was just listening to jokes about their ancestors and pseudo-sop-sack-jazz that was JUST ABOUT in-time, JUST ALMOST THERE. These folks were waiting for Christmas presents, but they knew they would only get unpopulated cities tailor-made for them.

Then, a new man appeared made of thin, leaking fossils and gongs, and the lights returned, so long as the gong rang. The festival could now begin downtown. The vultures finally ascended from the flood. They returned to the desert, to their shoe-shines. The earth finally accepted the water in the absence of the vultures; the forest regained its true body. The two captains grew the salt back in their lungs and the seashells on their palms; they faded back to the sea as an archer with no name watched them go, knowing the plan he had for them had failed. He became mute. A reptile was in this man as well, laughing at his lack of communicative oxygen.

The forest became repopulated by butchers and banjo players with no calluses on their fingertips. They all owned defective cars and whistled at Dolly as she tore up trees by the roots to make holes for her to piss in. The smell drew the boat captains back to the forest, but they could not enter it now. They decided to create a sound loud enough to get rid of the forest entirely, to convince the butchers that radios and oils-rigs DID exist, and to be GONE FOR GOOD, and to learn the alphabet that their FAMILIES didn’t invent. It was just between their ears, but JUST ALMOST.

However, this still didn't explain the flood in the first place. Why would the earth reject rain? The captains looked for reasons by the shore and they found whistles and string disguised as splinters. They found a man made of spiders in a house made of sunken ships. They asked him where the chants were coming from and he told them: “the cage of fruit behind the house”. The captains went behind the house and this time they both fell for it.

Then, there was breeze and a cold serenity. A figure took them by the hands and led them to a barren prairie, all except for one house. They turned to ask the figure where they were but he was gone. They turned back to the house and it was gone as well. The wind began to sound like scissors and they felt the owner of the house breathing on every part of them until a screech, a low twang, and a helmet of discord woke them up like a sermon about vines and barbed-wire. They were under the forest briefly and were cleansed momentarily, but when they returned to the surface the reality of the cleansing, the acceptance of the rain, and the absence of the vultures hit them: the earth had taken all the water and the boats were now obsolete;

they were now unemployed captains.

credits

released October 31, 2014

Joe Satkowski: lead vox, backup vox, lyrics, megaphone

Sylvia Haynes: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, piano, upright bass, percussion, backup vox, lead vox, lyrics, toy piano, glockenspiel, clarinet, singing saw, tenor banjo, melodica, ocarina

Charlie Renzo: drums (track 20), percussion (track 4, 6,14,15) backup vox (tracks 1, 4, 19, 25) Lyrics (track 1 & 4)

Ryan Freid: lead guitar (track 15), harmonica (track 14)

recorded and mixed by Sylvia Haynes, except where noted

tracks 15, 20, and 30 mixed by Mitch Lieber

(all bonus tracks are not considered a part of the album as a whole and will not be included in any physical releases of the album)

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