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Air By the Ton

by Stomatopod

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1.
I'm already dead I already said I'm a waste of taste and cash and kin I alone can stand again I'm older than time I'm waiting for a sign I'm the ring of absolute despair I alone can fail again I'd like to breathe more than I'd like to chew I'd like to see more than I'd like to do Would I like to breathe? No. Would I like to see? No. But I'd like to steal more than they're giving to me.
2.
I’ll make the enemy me I don’t know why but it makes sense to me You’ve got the softest hand You get it deep then you make your demands. I’ll try much too hard to believe in something I’ll try much too hard, but my memory bleeds We shop with a carrot and stick Our summer vacation is a habit to kick I’ll kneel on the burning sand While animals circle and bark their commands I’ll try much too hard to believe in something I’ll try much too hard, but my memory bleeds I don’t know why but it makes sense to me. I don’t know why but it cured my disease. I’ll try much too hard to believe in something I’ll try much too hard to define it by guessing I’ll try much too hard but my memory bleeds
3.
A nylon night. A crimson streak. The hunger builds. It makes him weak. All this time — there's no going back from here. She watched the clock; she held the key She turned the screw and smiled though no one else could see All this time — there's no going back from here Save me from this thing that I've become Supine for the serpentine Wallowing and groveling Save me from this thing that I've become A little gift, a little treat. Those words so merciless but spoken soft and sweet. All this time — there's no going back from here Save me from this thing that I've become Supine for the serpentine Wallowing and groveling Save me from this thing that I've become
4.
We got the job from the guy with the funny name We built a bomb and wired it for the grave We cashed a check and spent more than we could save We're just a little sad that the morning finally came to play We're here for more We're ready for war Light to shine Rain down over me Summer by design No winter in defeat We talk in code and we say what you want to hear We've got a special kind of way to make you disappear We learned to walk so we could let you learn to crawl We bought the world from you at a bargain just so we could sell it off Now we're here for more And we're ready for war Light to shine Rain down over me Summer by design No winter in defeat Silence like the sky Ollie oxen free Cover me in calm and keep my conscience clean
5.
A little maniac A little head disease He made it half the way Exploiting memories A little end around A little fold and crease He's turning hand to mouth Into on a shopping spree We’ll be enemies of everything. It won’t be anything like apathy. And we’ll make our name on broken dreams. We'll burn the fields and drain the seas. Tore the skirt from her By its rotten seams If my eyes were fire Yours are laser beams But she made the best From what clever brings And she’s half of one And what she chose to be We’ll be enemies of everything It won’t be anything like apathy. And we’ll make our name on broken dreams. Burn the fields and drain the seas. Personality like tepid water Expecting treatment like an epic martyr Father figure like a glass that shatters Making menus out of silent daughters Anything like that
6.
Fake Wounds 03:10
All alone and always together But we know we fall apart like the weather But we stall. And we shake our lips. And we call our hits suddenly. But you're never gonna get it out of me. We make the wounds you fake look even faker.
7.
Every year or two we dig a hole in the ground and fill it with the things we can never get rid of. Like all the memories of being lost and then found, until we finally found out no one was looking. What you wanted to say has not been said We all know words are worthless in the end You’re so eager to say it’s over. Well, you’ve got nothing, but I know something. Give me your hands I don’t need your heart The world had left us from the start And I don't have the stomach to watch them celebrate If I could stand then I wouldn’t stay Instead of sinking every day And nothing really bothers more than a stomachache You don’t know what’s wrong so you do everything right, and nothing really hurts until you can feel it. We won the lottery with hands bloody and scarred, then watched everything we owned just slip through our fingers. What you wanted to say has not been said But you know you’re just trying to pretend You may say that you’ve got the answers Well, you’ve got something, but I know something. Give me your hands I don’t need your heart The world had left us from the start And I don't have the stomach to watch them celebrate If I could stand then I wouldn’t stay Instead of sinking every day And nothing really bothers more than a stomachache.
8.
We’ll watch “One Life to Live” in America We made and spent a million bucks in America We’re only slightly aroused in America We've got a mouthful of lucky charms in America We’re on life support We’re on the building with the tallest ledge Our time is short Instead of sinking we are diving in We've got a cat named Socks in America I met my first ex-wife in America Shake for breakfast, shake for lunch in America Another pair of shoes in America We’re on life support We’re on the building with the tallest ledge Our time is short Instead of sinking we are diving in You just don’t know how hard I work If only you knew where to look And if you did it’d all be there I swear. We walked from there and back in America Woody Guthrie is dead and gone in America
9.
Going Home 03:17
It was a shock to the system, maybe These guys shoot to kill The bells chime at noon and midnight You’ve gotta pay the bill We made a deal to keep it going We want more of the same Our names looked fine on the dotted line We gave it all away In our world the snow is falling The air dries the skin But we don’t trust our eyes to tell us The real picture of the state we’re in It’s automatic now Don’t bother asking how I closed my eyes to clear the static I heard the crown come crashing down Going home This seed is sown
10.
Midnight — she got ahold of the sun Midnight — she got ahold of the sun And all the stars in the sky, they didn't tell anyone Now all of us on the ground, we buy our air by the ton A little animus goes a long way A little animus, forever and always All the way High tide — we all stare at the moon Low tide — we know we’ll get there soon Our shadows starting to fade, our shadows starting to bloom But when we open our eyes, we see that nothing is new

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released October 2, 2015

Recorded by Stomatopod
Mixed by Matt Engstrom of Caffeinated Recordings
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering
Front cover by Seth Tucker
Back cover by Dmitry Samarov
All songs © 2015 Pirate Alley Records

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• John Huston, vocals and guitar
• Sharon Maloy, bass and vocals
• Elliot Dicks, drums and jokes

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