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there is a sort of catharsis in the interactions between chemicals. from clear to clouded to clear and repeat, consistent as it has always been. scientific, numbers don’t lie, so why does this logic not ring through my head as i lie awake four hours each night wondering if anyone or thing can fucking hear as i call out to the empty night sky, praying for some kind of hope the numbers might find a new meaning renew and reinvent themselves so that these low peaks don’t become a plateau and progress the only certainty, some relief from stating in the face of your own mortality. there is too much here to process, too much to grasp and unpack it started to seem like a
god i don’t worship has fled the scene of a grizzly crime and left me holding all of its fresh evidence
and i feel nothing
or do i feel everything
everything that was
and will ever be
stress spells:
jc, tc, jk, ak
recorded and mixed by stress spells.
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Trophy Hunt - Beach
02:44
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green that rests
respite under weeping breasts crowflowers on my eyes
green that rests
peace under branches
golden willows shy
green that rests
permanently unstable
men will drown
green coats the silence of ears underwater
and eyes to the sky
stream floats above the walkway
aspirations greater than the tides
will life sustain?
does anything hold it's momentum?
Ophelia’s river the color of your eyes
they’ll either leave or die
it’s been so long since we joined hands in business
the country will outsprint the city
industry vines and plumps the core
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Twenty one days between you and the next
Why even try to run, it’s not enough
With a knife through your throat, there’s nothing left
Cutting through the woods, you’ll see it get rough
Call the cops better, make it fucking count
It’s a black and white world, but I see red
Watch the blood pour out, I won’t waste an ounce
Won’t catch me alive, cause I’m already dead
Butcher- vocals
Foster- guitar
Smith- bass
Wachovec- drums
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along the sidelines i'm content
to keep everything i care for over the fence
keep my boxes packed for when it happens
won't try to stay for anyone to catch me
i'm light enough to lift myself away from
my higher loves if i can stand to catch one
don't wait for me cuz I'm already leaving
my history cuz it's not worth repeating
Wes Meadows - all instruments and recording
Write to Wes Meadows
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football, etc. - Penalty
03:15
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There is a circle
that keeps coming back
to me and you.
I don’t know what to do.
It’s empty.
There's nothing.
It's empty.
There is a line
that separates me from you.
It runs deep,
it cuts things,
right in two.
Right in two-
Two by two-
Me from you.
And the good,
from the bad.
And the old
from the new.
Parts of me-
Parts of you-
Right in two.
Recorded and mixed by J. Robbins at the Magpie Cage in Baltimore in August 2014.
Previously unreleased.
Football, etc. is
Lindsay Minton - guitar, vocals
Mercy Harper - bass VI
Daniel Hawkins - drums
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Flesh built on shame and it is all consuming.
The regret of failure swallows everything whole
and eradicates any meaning.
Sacrifice the host and rebuild.
Dismantled.
"Your blood may not be mine,
but your heart and thoughts belong to me."
Shame built flesh and shame construct anew.
Dismantled roots.
Written, performed, recorded, and mixed by Sammy Gurule
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it's always there behind your eyes. there's no healing left to hide behind. you wake up alone and there's no meaning left either. it's what you needed to put it in remission. it's a condition that you've come to accept as a fact. regression eminent. and in a minute you're right back in it. you can never escape. bled through. how can this be true? coming in now. sleepless nights tear through me. no use, it's coming in now. i see the truth. it's this rage that sustains me. i'd burn through you. can't change what i've been through. can't change how it has changed me. only let it fall away.
Coma Regalia
Jason Wolpert - drums
Tom Schlatter - bass
Edie Quinn - guitar, vocals
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I was too dumb to understand
That every promise was a scam,
And every joy was just a dream.
I woke up to a nightmare.
But I'm not there anymore.
I won't feel no pain anymore.
Glass Splinter:
Adrian - Guitar
Andrew - Bass
Ian - Vocals
Lucas - Drums
Randall - Guitar
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Said Goner - Stunted
02:55
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Written, performed and engineered by Said Goner/Adam Brock Ciresi from upcoming album Transitional Character
On being broken
Well, it’s conditional
Survival sickness got me down
But I’ve got connections to a world
That’s spinning out of control
Like stubborn wings covered in tar
But I digress
It’s just been a day
Or rather a year, or is it two?
This generator forever keeps on burning at both ends
Or so their theories claim so we enjoy the ride
Faded far from now
Any place to wait it out
Faded far from now
Any dream that’s worth it
At any rate, I should be careful with my words
The way I should care for my wounds
As some could be nightmares
And each could have a death in it
Faded far from now
Any place to wait it out
Faded far from now
Any dream that’s worth our time
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circling the drain
searching for clarity
pinned down and made numb
struggling to breathe
a week a month a year
it's all the same
pummeling my self worth
I hide in plain site
These shifts in me they keep destroying my every being
Relationships and my drive to create
Any former facet of joy is gone it keeps
Snuffing out any good feeling
I can't keep this up
A black shroud consuming everyone and everything
Maybe things will just always be this way
You can keep trudging on but this is the only thing you'll ever be
One with the dirt your feet become roots
twisted and buried forever sealed inside a dream
Branches of a time once in bloom now forgotten
The yearning to be set free
I will not self immolate
Track Credits:
Ryan Urquidez - Guitar/Vox
Chris Parisi - Bass/Vox
Emelio Contreras - Drums/Vox
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I stare into this screen
For what seems like years
try and keep myself occupied
It’s the only thing to do
Are we headed for a downfall
Of our society
These-trains-of-thought, are
Exhausting me, these days
You, are here, with me
We, are all, together
Separation from touch
It’s only passing, i hope
I look at covered, faces
Passing me by, day by day
Are they feeling this?
Is this, all just me?
I am lucky to have
Somewhere to rest my, head at night
I think of those who don’t
Reminding me to count my blessings
You, are here, with me
We, are all, together
Separation from touch
It’s only passing, i hope
bad guy wrestler:
paul,scot,adam
self recorded
drums edited by Kevin Carafa
mixed by scot moriarty
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we should know better but we never learn. screaming for change but it never seems to make a difference. still holding out for the day that we learn solutions will not come from those who profit off war. who have the most to gain from keeping the rest of us under thumb of their corrupt legacies and industries. let's rid ourselves of these bloodsucking sycophants. all of our focus on what we have learned. an ask for accountability and they will laugh right in our faces. it's time that we knew that this should be something more and put into action before they kill us all.
Matter Field is Edie and Lauren. Recorded mixed, etc by Edie at Yoguwit Studios, Lafayette, IN
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l love you, but I will not forgive you
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Eve Beeker in her apartment 2022
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