GUYS TILL WE DIE

by SMOOTHER

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released 12 December 2013
PRODUCED BY PAT LOUNDAS
VOCALS BY JILL MALLON ON CRAFT&CLAW
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Track Name: HOT TOPIC
And here I felt I could move more freely. And here, I thought I'd adjust outside my self-mutiny. Those soul-curdling intentions consequently dry juvenescent tides. We're in yr hands for the last time. I half-assed this past year in seeming agency while ignoring the leaves from the trees of my seeded grief landing around me. Weighted pain seeks to alternate with waited blame devouring its inedible shame in a personal population of pissed decay.
Track Name: TREMOLO BABY
Every ceiling speck has been inspected by surveying stares of mine. I eye with indignation my size and my height. Can't they go any faster? Can't I grow any faster?
Track Name: CRAFT&CLAW
I'll run headfirst into the world better bringing back the breath I let laugh. I will soon stop selfishly standing still and sooner start edging away out of earshot and eyeshot screaming, "Here is another nowhere! Here is scattered leaves!" Nondual boundaries rest a wake away and see me writing, writhing in acrimony, "I'll repeat myself repeat myself as I drift headfirst into the"
Track Name: INCEPTION
"We cannot have knowledge of what is true." Ordinary and obsequious, and yet I'm orbiting around myself. Wide awake in wall-eyed wonder, when was "why?" not what it was before? Changing prearranged ideals will remain attached to me. As real becomes unreal, standing on ankles so weak, I cringe and I overthink. I don't see the appeal in pretending to notice nothing as real becomes unreal.
Track Name: LIL BLOOD
Fuck my life is an understatement. I'm unsure of my worldly placement. Some certain small adjustment warranted the greatest change, turning what was once a pebble into a fucking mountain range. They certainly seem to be obscuring my view.
Track Name: FULL-TIME CRISPY
Fuck my life is an understatement. When I thought things would turn around, I see now, I've dug myself a hole in the ground. I cursed my youth. I loathed my tenacity. I cursed the longest days and they won't come back to me. I'm done and gone and I'm still young.
Track Name: YOUTH BUILD
I eye my adulation, my cries, and my strife. You fit and fastened after my hearts maudlin disaster. From this hour and ever after we'll outgrow our God and master and shatter their shelter in our unnatural life's natural love. To guard such guiltlessness, I pledge myself to our progress. My fervor for the future (ours) is formidable. All I (you) suffer through is unforgivable. We will lead each other from the outcome unacceptable, the transformative fate most detestable. You are the standard which I must live up to (die for.)
Track Name: PROMISE KEEPER
Honesty is empathy empty of ulterior extroversion. I must respect respect enough to realize what sets itself up as I'm lying in bed with skin playing on the tips of my fingers. As an unintentional architect of yr new natural mistrust, I must say that what I've created only contributed to my disgust with how wrapped up in bloody bandages of self we always seem to be. The lowest road to self-recovery is to realize that in times like these, nobody does anything to anybody. It's not victimless but it's not a crime.