7"

by Dessa Sons

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Recorded by Matt Jordan in his basement in Chicago, IL.
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Mastered by Mike Montgomery at Candyland Studio in Cincinnati, OH.
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released 09 January 2013

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Track Name: Robert Lopez: Ancient Alien
I hope you know.
I hope you remember this one.
Track Name: Stuck
Honestly
I know the feeling of existential agony
I've been cut down
I've got these scars now
I've made my bed and slept in caskets in the ground
mass movements of myself; I'm nowhere to be found
the fire's out, and now
I wish everyone would just fuck off
so i can just keep hating today
and focus on my lonely state, I'm why I'm lonely
concentrate hard on the things I hate
and tell everyone to get away
it's my life
i'll push you out (get out)
it's my life
i'll do what i want
Track Name: Little Feelings
I guess I can't blame you since I've done the same
but my little feelings are hurt, I'm a little baby
you grew on me like a vicious weed
but what did I expect?
you're nothing less than poison ivy
it gets hard stewing in isolation for so long
i'm just so sick of the ones that hurt me
and all the cops in chelsea
Track Name: Somewhere Warmer
I fell into the water
and I ain't coming out
I'd waste half of my life
waiting for the right time
the other half spent searching
restlessly wondering for somewhere warmer than here
hollowed out I'm empty
nothing else is as heavy
than when I fill my lungs but I forget to breathe
and I pass out
and wake up confused and lonely
the hope shot is i'll be fine
believe me I swear that I'll leave it all
Track Name: Apples into Cider
a mourningbird flew in my room
and stayed the next five years
it laid a thousand small black eggs
i smashed each one
and on broken shells will i tread lightly?
or will my temper fly
and leave a trail of blood at your door?
i'm paralyzed and overwhelmed by feelings
of sitting still when all i wanna do is run
will i get fucked up?
its 50/50
and when I'm fucking up know that I'm sorry