somewhere between arrogant and desolate

carousel twisting the tunes around
pass the melody keeping the weather in check
I met the words kids admired so much
and I hide them in the other writers' "best"
so I wear posture like a question mark
keep past and future in separate tanks
I mingle when the world's crashing
happy to breathe and be the first to say

I'm so tall my head touches everything
grow for me, grow for me
so tired of thinking for everyone
think for me, think for me
If I'm the only one who gets it
I never want to be stuck with it
I'd be happy not knowing anything
ever again

patron drinking off the world's mistakes
save your wisdom for bathroom stalls
you piss on your years but they won't melt
order another drink till someone calls
so I wear posture like a question mark
keep past and future in separate tanks
I mingle when the world's crashing
happy to breathe and be the first to say

I'm so tall my head touches everything
grow for me, grow for me
so tired of thinking for everyone
think for me, think for me
If I'm the only one who gets it
I never want to be stuck with it
I'd be happy not knowing anything
ever again

at the cost of my youth i found out everything

"a massive intent"

cattle among dead legged men
stay in step and the cattle get fed
helpless like bukowski wrestling with sin
though the stars piss blood, we look ahead
reaming off losses and glowing still
we shake the angles from the tree
a callous grip, bare on my mind
I'm going to do this for you and me

a massive intent is somewhere
I found it in my teens
when wet pavement met cheap rubber
I lost it in the streets

a pawn of tread, stuck in the tracks
carousel lifestyle, circling the facts
If I knew anyone who knew who set this trap
I'd be burying blades, wiping off fingerprints
reaming off losses and glowing still
we shake the angles from the tree
a callous grip, bare on my mind
I'm going to do this for you and me

a massive intent is somewhere
I found it in my teens
when wet pavement met cheap rubber
I lost it in the streets

cork this old bottle, I'm flat and bitter
pour me out the window as you drive on to better things

"there used to be a marching band in your legs, now there's broken drum sticks in your feet"

I compared myself to guilded lillies, reflections in a urinal/
lately I sympathize and pen fast verses for their lives/
in school you looked regal with your nose north of common/
in four years, we became the same/

There used to be a marching band in your legs, now there's broken drum sticks in your feet.

Two birds, one worm, where did we divide/
I'm a witness to the line/
like a stain on the shore where the level was/
I'm marked by the cast of sewage/

I blame me/
for my short sight/
we could've changed/
but it's easier to stare/

Seven inch songs

"Booking Hell"

"Joseph Maxwell Saved My Band"

"There used to be a marching band in your legs, now there's broken drumsticks in your feet"

"All my friends are creeps and liars(except you)"

Two of these songs are going on the split seven inch, two will be digital extras. I don't know which will be on the vinyl, we're going to wait to chose after we record.


Charles H.
LFT

living with snake handlers

Sometimes I'm afraid that the years we've spent living in an area overpopulated with a zealous religious population has corrupted us. I just feel dumb sometimes. Does slow lives breed ignorance?

"joseph" seven inch song.

We're writing this note for you and all your friends.
I never impressed mine outside of poisen consumption.
So now we have you, people who like who we are.
You have us too, we're your new instrument.

you saved us from an empty gas tank(die ohio), you kept us positive(die ohio), we drove all night(die ohio), we're blessed by open ears(die ohio)