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1.
04:35
now hold on defender you’ll get your turn well you asked me what I know about despair it’s everything that comes between us in the blink of an eye i did not expect you to survive to be honest i don’t know no how long it takes to create a conscience I woke up in the apartment where our parents used to live we need an education, compassion or a shred of empathy break for the hollow hello my name is true an endless form of clearly we were torn with another restless ritual i took the ashes off our mantle the white linen cloth on the dining table it frays and we all age this way i said goodbye to the sweet old man and sure enough it was all just bad advice I woke up in the apartment where our parents used to live we need an education, compassion or a shred of empathy break for the hollow hello my name is true an endless form of a vacant stare an empty set of questions a small price to pay to beat the heat of every sick thought the fever hung onto every word as I blew dust from my body its a tragedy that's played for me we got it its a comedy that follows me regardless
2.
03:37
from every blast that faded they were screaming out nice try their gold rings are the opera of staying a new century old does this body have a purpose awoken from a trembling dream we hiss and lift and moan I found a soft light on a brittle cheek the one you’ve kissed a thousand times before but all I hear is the soft hiss of permanence wishing you well we worked so hard to fill up the day having a crisis of vision we tape a sign over the mirror the great cell a grand prismatic wash a comforting persistent cough show someone you care there is so much we don’t know we reason and make sense of what we do nothing ever speaks and nothing entered this is what the seraph sang of our demise i know your secret you rub the the sting of the gravel road from your eyes your neighbor's bat crashing against a small life on the front lawn could you know any less well it shows
3.
03:20
it is strange the sound of your own voice bleating out against the wind i hope the sad buzzards don’t notice our death the years they have made a mess what is the animal I think nothing only haste someone leans over to throw dirt in my open grave a half million dead drunks can’t seem to teach us a single thing i'll admit i lie and i destroy i'm the buzz of every fly i'm pretty sure it gets worse but i know that i've been wrong before sleeping in a bed of horsehair starving yeah we wanted it all and we fall like ribbons who lust with a vague sense of purpose yeah we wanted it all unravel your tears onto my breast bone yeah we wanted it all the sound of your own voice bleating out against the wind the years they make no sense
4.
06:46
we're seen as the heathens outside their frame of province i know I know now I'm unable to follow blindly like that a village of apathetic lives starring me down announcing this treason my unique flame stamped out i know i know now this love disrupts their safe formation i carefully kept this pristine terror from my old life on the rural atlas where i was born feeling like a tourist in my own mind in my darkest hour i'm craving sensation this revenge still begs the question i know i know now i should calm down but i never wanted it more i bite my tongue and wonder is this all that there is and are they capable of leaving the ghosts they follow i know i know now we need a new model of reason i carefully kept this pristine terror from my old life on the rural atlas where i was born feeling like a tourist in my own mind they found their way out i've had enough i make my own life they settled so numbingly down
5.
04:16
it's the sound of one hand clapping against itself so begins the 20 odd years of my idiotic war i let out a howl so unspeakable another wasted year how the sky ignores me forever unimpressed who knew you weren't just kidding can you just tell me how we could've avoided this do I have to lie down and take it watch as the rot from the back of your eyes consumes us all the old man stands looking down stupidly triumphant i blink i stare in horror as i hammered the ground with my fists who knew you weren't just kidding can you just tell me how we could've avoided this do I have to lie down and take it watch as the rot from the back of your eyes consumes us all i let out a howl so unspeakable even myself was left uneasy but at least that we know we could never learn
6.
04:42
i hadn’t even moved at all your champion angel there is a swollen knot below my ribs and I have a laugh to soften the edge in my room everything is wreckage yeah you made me the burning witch but the last word is power this is war could we find a way together a stab at the truth from across the world like a two-headed beast gnashing my teeth clutching at my head as if to heal the split when you’re hurt don't make a sound we ran west our faces scraped blank a tracer of maps this shape is final distinguish need from from the obvious yeah i maybe the burning witch but the last word is power this is war could we find a way together a stab at the truth from across the world like a two-headed beast gnashing my teeth clutching at my head as if to heal the split when you’re hurt don't make a sound call out from the nightmare you can't escape from
7.
02:26
i’ve never felt as soft as this threw my satin down and i walk on all these hurtful words no longer stir in me and i move on wrote myself a little love song and i got on love does us in over and over again
8.
07:05
just like that a ghost withdrew tell us the story again about how this isn’t atrophy of caring well because every tent under the highway is austere and unimaginable is there virtue left i know well show me what should we take with us my voice is so raw because i had it all wrong sick from the transit again the century grinds on but I am all worn out do you see your reflection in this cautionary tale while every dire thought just keeps pouring out now this is all you ever wanted to watch it collapse as the century grinds on what should we take with us my voice is so raw because i had it all wrong sick from the transit again the century grinds on but I am all worn out do you see your reflection in this cautionary tale while every dire thought just keeps pouring out now do you recognize this mortal coil in the country homes down the back roads see our death as gradual as glaciers in their faces tracing panic of an ordered life what if we wanted more not waking up to the taste of bad news again i dare not ever ask though i bawl at the splintered sunlight alone not everyone i know is poisoned by the fear of the unknown what have we started what are you looking for i'm looking forward to some kind of ending right now what do we know you will fade just like everyone else what if we wanted more are you happy with the life that you chose

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Recorded/Produced by Josh Bertram
Drum Tracking by Andrew Oswald
Mixed by Andrew Oswald
at Secret Bathroom Studios in Oakland, CA
www.andrewoswaldrecording.com
Mastered by Dave Eck

Artwork Layout by Josh Bertram
Front Cover Photograph by Rebecca Lukens
Back Cover Photograph by Erin Campbell
cargocollective.com/e-e-campbell

credits

released April 5, 2019

Rebecca Lukens: Synth
Devin Trainer: Bass
Ian Tatum: Guitar
Josh Bertram: Guitar, Vocals
Josiah Majetich: Drums
Robin Miliken: Cello

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Club Night Oakland, California

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◈ Ian
◈ Josh
◈ Nick

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