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Sordid States v​.​4

by Middle-Man Records

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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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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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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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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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released April 20, 2022

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