A custom USB drive (containing the album + more art + some bonus tracks not on the digital release, handmade w/love) and some lovely prints of extended versions of the track artwork.
Includes unlimited streaming of Glow City
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
aren't you always living with a gunner in the balcony
who's scanning through the crowd for you?
aren't you always spinning to stay out of sight and out of view?
aren't you always worried that you never have the guts or grace
or something to be totally true,
waiting in the architecture patiently for someone to shoot?
aren't you always thinking 'bout apocalypse approaching,
aren't you waiting on a falling sky?
sinking sinking feeling that you'd probably be the first to die?
every night through every thunder,
push you up to pull you under,
waiting for the earth to crack
brace until a hooded figure lands a dagger in your back
home, home is no place
home is a comfort you hate
home is no grace
home is however you are
it's never that far, you know
get it out of your system,
get it out of your system,
suck up and spit out like so:
one for the creep with a linoleum heart
one for the band that is slicing apart
one standing bottled up, ready to blow
but he said don't tell anybody, nobody needs to know
one swapping checks between her rent or mistakes
one for the teeth all across her face
one for the friend who you think could be dead
but you can't work up the nerve to try to talk to them again
so long, so long! yeah, you could
but you don't, and you don't, and you don't...
one over there who keeps missing the bus
one that you love but you can't really trust
one for the guy who's still scared of the cops
all of his threats are losing all their gravitas
one for dead men in the skin of your head
one for lost years when you listened to them
one for Cyrus and Jeff! if they are well and alive
one to get me to sleep in the smothering night
as I! In the back there waiting
patiently scraping, knowing and praying
searching and scraping with my head inflating
with all the time I'm taking
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out, yeah
oh, you could, yeah, you could
but you don't, and you don't, and you don't...
unapologetic weight losers, backyard frackers
max/MSP adherents, walking corpses,
music as a parasite (and parasite musicians)
assholes with undercuts, gun-rights canvassers,
jazz dilletantes, cards against humanity
white guys using dead names, neo-con in-towners,
decrepit metaphors, hamhanded tonalists
inexcusable one-man efforts, insipid short films,
untenable small venue philosophy!
oh, don't mind me though!
a humble servant of the post-punk revival revival revival
you have queer issues and then you have Queer Issues,
Get Me?
unstable besties, home rule on facebook,
bubblegum air strikes, quick sinking feeling,
graceful delusions, provisional #texasnoise drama,
but it's all just scott brown's personal playground kingdom,
you know! oh, get it out of your system!
aren't you always thinking 'bout apocalypse approaching,
aren't you waiting on a falling sky?
sinking sinking feeling that you'd probably be the first to die?
every night through every thunder,
push you up to pull you under,
waiting for the earth to crack
brace until a hooded figure lands a dagger in your back
i love you, but you're just so...
you're just so...
menacing noisy ill-tempered finlandic: the crunchy remixed soundtrack to an unreleased sci-fi dystopian RPG for a knockoff nintendo gamecube Water Gun Water Gun Sky Attack