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1.
a hush 02:42
come back crush me
2.
it was alright we were pretty tight the only difference we was alive it's how we skipped along and how i scuffed my pants we tip-toed on the cracks it was a loveless dance you can paddle home you can paddle alone my ghost will fill the mast the sea's a crypt and i'm it's widow
3.
pasted displacement on fireplaces scenes singed and shapeless old tired and tasteless hometowns are ghost-towns my tomb's a pitcher's mound just watch the battered cans collect like rubber bands they teethe on veiny hands drooling for ativin how many did we cram? we ate 'em all like piggy banks i hacked blood and slowly sank into the tar where Heaven's trapped i'm going nowhere in this one horse town burn it down shed the skin you put me in i picked blue flowers it took me hours i turned my pockets i turned them outwards to show you justin it's that i must've kept my mouth shut it's left me threadbare
4.
big vanilla 05:13
close your eyes and out leaks the monster peek your fill till it spills on the ground glare for glare you sneer at the mirror hideous ponds sneer that sneer back it sweeps slowly evil eating glassy youth arranges greetings smiling scythe swing simply sexy syncopate last wince electric conduit tight-rope tip-toe for tip-toe i'll eat the compost soft ground for the light show cut and paste letters together u and i quietly tethered saturating carbon paper cause a schism for the better i'm matter unborn stripped shit and pre-torn i've casted shadows of shadows on Death's form moth-eaten manuscripts claim i love you inaccuracies sift sugary skeletons smudged lead leaves vestiges on doors to hushed closets beware the furtive hiss of clutter poorly swept it vexes her trembling the flashlight beam's shaking on the exposed traces squinting as if waking from drug induced comas coughing cutesy foma to charm not to harm misspellings blunt the drama "if only" i'm only shortcomings in mornings discarded t-shirts out of reach now i'm horny we'll do it in secret you'll hate every minute and plan the next verse to go with some guitar riff kill me Satan please set the stove to preheat i've got time clear my head i've got time till the beep
5.
i've got to know the truth let's play the super-sleuth throw all your tantrums down wells of 90 proof now we're petty crooks who chew the hands they shook secret chests hide hooks of all the lives we took oh, don't give me that face i can lick my plate clean dinner's gone cold slackening your grip on my woolen mittens noontime scarecrows stiffened witness autumn falls crisp and gold as an apple limbs grow rotten or wilted half-trampled kiwi sun-speckled pools were her retinas she's an indian giver who got bored baby, oh baby the drugs have turned things hazy trade me, oh trade me a walk alone might save me lazy, i'm lazy the sofa here's decaying baby, oh baby it's not me that you're craving make it stop make it stop i've fallen off your spinning globe
6.
smile while i fake it tell me if that's enough efficiency is fluid and i can't fill your cup my temperament ain't flustered you flash the slyest grin it's nerves that i need muster to win that grin again but as it always goes mid-sentence and i froze exchange the apropos for shots and caustic jokes and if it's not enough i've warmed to you too much frightening beyond belief is that i'll fuck it all up bite fists i'm making you queazy articulate sadistically seething the seconds pass the moods collapsed soaking into stains on the hearth rug swollen eyes you choked on a big bug you croak hello inaudibly careless falls in rooms conveniently airless chances are my scruples will screw me circumstance and fortune's been fooling the seconds passed the moods collapsed once it's sundown this is how it goes coaxing burrowed tastebuds with mass amounts of coke once all's said and done and i can't blow my nose mull over turning in nah, that's just how shit goes base this on things to come spill our secrets crumb for crumb i'll bite my tongue just for fun break the skin to taste the rum it's sensitive this tension sits burning like suns but do you give a shit?
7.
what's that you you can't think for yourself? we part ways parchment crumpled on bookshelves ironed sleeves they are buttoned so neatly folded legs so drunkenly discreet and vain doing 35 in the passing lane we kept it light fire-water makes you tamed now the cellar stairs creak under your weight all rickety time to dissipate, i guess i see that you want me to find all the press clippings you left behind where do i even start looking? pack your damn suitcase this is worse then second base it's gloomy in here she murmured in my ear let's pound six more beers and peel away our fears the swell's receding to blood-orange evenings it's scribbled somewhere "true love's only fleeting" we struck the paper tinder eyes could you please not don more disguises with dangling toes and mangled kites we kissed on piers so dead at night hiking back you picked a tree we wittled letters you and me in your backyard we're crackling the flames licked us we ceased to be oh yeah yeah oh no aw shit
8.
blushing.. docile and confused a mothball in a polished room dusty rhetoric pass the broom crushing.. on a feeble clue a little ink and a pesky fume spare the jazz for a pithy tune smoldered and smudged and smeared demure but never scared growling cursive convolution inscribed, inferred burn it darkly here's my proxy "i love oxy" kiss kiss bang bang i've been White Fang-ed kindling, meet man nefarious sincerity white-knuckled unseeing frightened shapeless ghost fumbling fuck i know this sucks threads spill off my shirt adorning a corpse version left over bullshit hating them lips purse adoring how i'd purge so desperate to exit i'm so sorry to you i'm just a story
9.
last June you lay sprawled over the table cloth wrapped in a real cute shawl she stirred, i muttered let's start early some birds cooed she kissed the hem of my shirt our filthy eyes are inept designs with tropical crayons we live outside the lines i want to see you for seconds this blue i use it matches you but won't diffuse the tension brewing a lighter hue will have to do bright green moons and dead-end clues we're old news like Bright Eyes tunes turn the page is our excuse i want you in the worst way i want to hold your hand in spring or summer either way i'll take you home every goddamn day no i won't say a word not a single word i swear on my brother's grave i swear, i swear i swear on my brother
10.
the more i blow my blood explodes the mess keeps me from confronting what i've done i'll tuck in on floor tiles being unmade all the while catch my tarnished enamel biting off more than i can chew like some blood hungry mammal set to spring itching to run you through straight print on a dampened tabloid pick me up like the stomach flu i'll stay till your body's useless the air's gone dry in this crumbling cocoon i'll shove off and glance back over my knapsack it's all but empty it's contents consume me nothing but particles of what i used to be cup your ear to the wall i'm the thorn pricking your paw this ain't for spoon fed eyes blink in bites as i agonize sob stories till my lungs form a bruise delicately bent out of tune reverberate through soft-shelled rooms crack my skull watch me ooze

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MIxed and Mastered by Roy Ota in Quilmes, Argentina, at Estudios del Sol Naciente
royota.audio@gmail.com

Recorded by Greg Knowles at the Monopoly Piece, Lebanon, PA.

all lyrics by Christian Willard
"a hush" lyrics by Greg Knowles
Row is: Christian, Alex, Clark and Kyle
Row will always love: Donnie, Andy and Emily

thank you to: Greg Knowles and Roy Ota, Ethan, Donnie, Andy, Sovereignties, Marietta, Nicknames, Alex, Charles, Emily and whoever got drunk with us and let us smoke that last cigarette before playing a set, we love you.

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released July 18, 2014

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