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Drink Lots of Water & Be Nice to Yourself

by Bachelor Paradise

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1.
smile and waste miles of idiots, won't you count them out or down? wasted lake, traced and finished but not laid out so far i like things that you wrote down even when it broke me clean you stand on a tiny mountaintop i'm buried in leaves i can't sleep with shit decisions and i can't even shut my eyes i will walk down back alleys and smile overgrown, overcast today folded foxtail bending low horns they ring, cymbals shake and the neighbors shut their doors skeleton, overhanging brittle branches hasten, now salty seas, away and in me are weightless, floating, gone i can't see for losing lately i worship warmth and solid shapes send the message, leave the response blank but understand that i will be the first and last to fall words get spun, before it's done i'll hang on
2.
est EST 04:45
heard you laugh, you hadn't slept a curling voice, an addled breath spin a rosy orbit, flighty, floating, flown, your tame psychosis time zones left in your wake don't stick geography computes so distant cross steel bridges all alone subtract the substance from your bones tonight don't be immobilized or bent by concepts corresponding flashes, floods, and thunder creeping heat flicks on, and you slide message spindle and collect a light up globe, but no perspective, vacant rooms promise and prey on lives and measurements they stay ever connected city time doesn't stick to your brain overflown, oversaturated, fully drained can't think can't talk can't stop can't empty out my head we do not know what's hidden just beyond the edge metered motion we can't shake curvature is bent to text and knowledge fixed upon a frame lust to be unstuck either way your oldest thoughts remember your wicked life pretending your ideals collared soundly your pushing forward, tethered matter supposes mass and you amass what matters and you cry that there is nothing left to leave behind
3.
i don't want to steal your stories i don't want the years to waste your brain sit in ruins and listen: stenciled walls and portrait fading two-fisted britishmen toasted favor, fueled, and illegitimate, the frame shifts woke up shaking, premonition distant a wife and daughter on the way they won't let me see her wife and daughter went away money sees money made too late sweating sickness shines as substance money made saw eyes aflame and raged against the summer hopeless and consumed in fire the wire hangs above the smoke, ascend i won't make it to chicago you don't know if i'm undercover yet later on when breathing shivers filters frayed, the files destroyed smoke shone slivers in the night and i could hear it in your voice i'm abandoned way out west hitchhiked home and up the coast line jumping out of planes at night hold my child in the front yard tangled knots and burning tires hold my child in the front yard losing feeling, sweat and shine hold my child in the front yard won't back down or end the fight hold my child in the front yard
4.
Burdovsky 03:45
it ain't right if you don't have the right we tripped upon the history you say you said exactly what you mean, i don't think so we breathe suspicion and we sputter feasting on the guilt we stutter freezing in the front room wintered promises are gonna catch soon deal in unbroken lines and blinded by a stupid sort of pride i am an instrument, an implement to reach across the aisle but i won't be paid off, paid off you cannot take my long fall curse when my mouthpiece drags it on and on and on and on smolder underneath the circuit of divine entanglements, graceless demands still fly from me my face is red insides are staggering to stand i guess you had a family isn't it lovely, that i guess you had a family i won't be paid off, paid off show up to your party, blasted in the moonlight, anonymous and tongue-tied, it is shameful when the truth don't break right my sickly friends, they demand so much attention, hostile in every direction, feverish sunrises count the days left
5.
would raising a glass be for nothing i act without phrasing, an unassumed sunday and play out a cynical springtime just talk to me later and fly away, tonight when all of your truth is a send-up concentrated orchestras flushed and unending time punctured, cut all to ribbons it's hard to keep track of such erudite women blood pumps chemical, life goes cyclical time's just technical, then when you notice the basement emptied out, crumble sideways and doubtless your thoughts will be spent on the moment my friend a flash in the dark, rendered color and clearly divided the threat from the lover when all of your chases are fatal i risk what i can for the proof, for the paper trail and all cannot end in a standoff a litany limited, here's what i thought of: the marching in such ceremony i missed it so dearly, i wasn't the only one blood pumps chemical, life goes cyclical time's just technical, then when you notice the basement emptied out, crumble sideways and doubtless your thoughts will be spent on the moment, you're flashing silently, doomed of everything let's forget everything that we spoke of, the future is a place everything's shining, but doubtless your thoughts will be spent on the moment
6.
phonology, doublespeak, intangible and seething heat waves wash us cleaner than bleach more tired than wheels streams not rivers the currents race, the course is run interminably forgiven not forsaken, not forevermore hills not mountains but old folks travel heavy to spend the night inside a home to spend a life transparent on your own the roads will tread, and glaciers fret the avalanche will tremble in vain the paths diverge, it's obvious that you can always just turn away open hands and more hands maneuver in deficiency they stretch until they feel reflex remade real, and reeling cracked not shattered retreating coastlines suffocate and tides too low for testing a head too light to rest today wine not water amplified in sunlight heat waves wash us cleaner than bleach more tired than wheels
7.
the highway emptied to the bay, so we got off you holed up silently and i just wandered out into a lonely town that we couldn't get beyond you soaked and struggled and i waited in the fog break it into two parts and i'll hold it up for you i couldn't play for keeps, and so i badly misconstrued if you meant to not mean anything, i'll just play it cool and you know the weather never put us out of tune if you think hard enough i hope you remember the plan i scrawled in blue and black ink all over the palm of your hand and now i will try so hard to waste your precious time and you know if you ever get lonely i will meet you at the ocean side i'd never be ashamed to sleep or sleep it off it's easy as far as i can tell to be what your life has become but it's so vacant just to string along the days with the sun straight in your eyes and laughter decorating your face and when you suffocate the room, you chase your chills like they would take us to an ice age in a cave that's painted blue the stars were so far away and i was not floating off soon it never made sense to me, i stayed at home threw flowers at the moon i hope the sun lifts you up by your roots and colors the clouds in your sky i hope the monsters under your bed get lobotomies and grow kinder i hope that the wind carries you to some far faraway island if you're going and losing your mind, i am right behind you
8.
Clothmother 04:25
in seemly solitude and unkept gratitude the oak limbs stretch tentative at first they knarl and they tangle, shapely curves the slyest of grins, they hunt where it hurts unwound, with wiry boughs that shine and sever the heat bakes miserly and can't it disguise those branches withered weeping though still weathering cry for shade and singe the feathers clean make a plan to stick together, or at least something unwound, seasons smoking carefully, too much time to spare motherless and wired shut, shut up retreat, release and spiral outward from a comfort creature all things equal, i will carry you away from stolen beaches where the towers rise and reach over curvature i can't comprehend mutually assured to reach the end and it gets real quiet on the way back in unwound, and unhinged shifting soundlessly ever, ever stalling but i couldn't carry a thing at all and that omission made me crawl oh what a mission i have set myself upon you reach out and i withdraw, just take the fall when seams are bare of thread, i stitch them with a care i just need a way to keep my insides there the oaks stretch ever upwards unaware the rain don't favor those who got the strength to spare unwound, with wiry boughs that shine and sever
9.
these fairytales always catch me floating aimlessly falling down a well, or floating down a stream and this would mean a damn thing if you'd even speak to me just a child running home alone with grass stains on your knees we left our footprints all over this town we drowned our past in the sea and no one ever said that a whole ocean could bring you down you could bury your head in the sand: you still couldn't shut your mouth and we charted the course of so many theoretical stars ill-fated and terrified, fading away, but still fated to survive hotels between houses, and days spent in the sun is anyone going to believe these memories whenever they come back home? cause when you gotta move on: for you my friend who knows how long? one way or another you're leaving alone so i'll grow old and malcontent and the worst things won't reach my ears anymore i'll lie down at night with nothing in my head and i'll sleep like the end of the world i don't think that i'll ever say what i meant to your face anyway in time it all fades it wasn't a waste for the most part i guess
10.
walk down to the sea, dig a hole for nothing the waves bring you what you need to survive tonight, i will sleep down by the water tonight i will remember why i'm alive i take my meals when i can get them i take the company i find they'll never convict me of all these little thefts still lock me up, for god knows why and i see visions in the sky every night the sun won't set til i look him in the eye and some will say that i have grown wild in my age but they still look at me just like a child there's a low voice, overwhelms you with sorrow there's a middle voice that's ringing so hollow cast your fears on the rocks, let them die when you awake alone down on the shore, you will rise

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Recorded November 2015-January 2016 at Billy's house and Nalani's house.

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released March 28, 2016

Billy Felix: guitar, keys, vocals
Lewis Beck: bass, guitar, ukulele, vocals
Phillip Wingett: drums

Nalani Jolly Hill: vocals on track 9 & 10
Dimitri Masters: vocals on track 2

Album cover by Celeste Hackenberg

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Vaguely literate garage rock recorded into 4-track tape recorders.

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