And The Rocks And The Trees And The Empty Air Between

by Treadles

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1.
your name on my lips is the kiss of death i needed can you give me this? i could still live with myself folded on the middle shelf not your favorite novel but dog-eared just the same and i don't care about the house, the baby, or the marriage vows i can be the second best if that's all that's left chew my lips to shit any awkwardness i could forgive tell me about it, then! i’m invested in your happiness
2.
03:32
don't it feel good to reach out for the sun and feel its warmth on your skin? i wanna feel its love all the time but the god is dead and i killed it basked in its glow for too long now a still snake on a boulder i turn its blood into power arrogance grasping at the rays touched to the iron it only burns in the light bright lust shining through it it was never mine to hold in me i wanna feel its love all the time
3.
thrilled to turn the last light out and go on to see my friend he says I can always call him when i'm feeling bad mesmerized by the old look in his eyes i'll breathe a sigh and grin 'til I catch the sight of cloven hooves peeking out from underneath his dark-wash denim jeans he was always good to me but I guess I can believe in the gray parts hidden in between our heads
4.
02:12
5.
02:47
stayed up late picking holes in my face and trying to shake off the shame reached out in the dark for something to cling to and found a hand but that was it no one can placate my hatred sweet evil nestled in between my teeth so i'll talk some more, i’ll set the tone and try not to think of really anything i know i'm bad at forgiveness no one can placate my hatred i cleaned your blood up off the floor can't imagine what you thought would come of this cuz sweet evil bubbles on my tongue no one dies from a broken heart you'll find the shards scattered about you
6.
splattered with mud on the side of the road you forgot how to talk he let you out doing eighty walk down 40 west and you couldn't stop so think some more but keep it in til you make it home til you take it off til you make it over to something safe in your head he lives in my head he lives in my brain stem i thought I was dead I thought I would never escape him a witches' coven fouled more deep than anything cuts deeper than skin we'll take on our sins spit them out against him i wish i was as cold blooded as the snakes i dream about warm taste of venom in my mouth i'd spit it all out into him and watch him bleed out i’ll unclench my legs, unfurl my great wings from the well within i'll take flight again into the black night with my brethren three small deaths reckless red we're on fire
7.
a swayback mare trots along the avenue her only complaint with the neutral ground in bloom is the missing, stolen patches of her hair from where the hands wouldn't stop grabbing at her at the parade this afternoon a funeral, a cracked cocoon the plastic trash puddled below her hooves rolls her tempered gait a puddle an ocean a lake makes no difference to her - party favors or bones to break with her chin held too high to see what she couldn't take she'll bow and scrape and shiver and shake her head and force them horse teeth into a grin from ear to ear that splits her chin not this time, stud
8.
lips to the cloth your cheeks were hot your hands were cold enough to risk falling off closer now than you've ever been living in sin just like you're a real person scrape the skin that you wanna live in it tastes like flour and salt just like you're a real person dragged into the lake your feelings were fake you only thought about how you could get out quiet talks with your favorite mouse you only thought about how you could get out narrows to catch the meadows you only thought about how you could get out slippery slope turned you into a joke you're always laughing now just like you had hoped but comfort betrayed you turned into a snake you couldn't call out with your tail in your mouth cuz as it turns out you're not a real person
9.
04:42
morning comes, with it the sun, but I can't pick me up from off this dirty ground. cold but for the sick, sickly light of dawn shimmery, shivering i wave my skinny arms around sigh at my cigarette try not to think about it pink and bright the light’s a knife said to slice the gray away but I can't feel it today pale fingers on my neck honey-like hovering or is it concentrated breath? sigh at my cigarette try not to think about it try not to think about it try not to think about it try not to think about it
10.
I live inside a ghost town so I can take my shadows and all the rest and make them one again it goes by a naked name spelled out by the clouds that name is nothing nothing is all around yeah, i'm scared a little sometimes i’m afraid yeah, i’m scared a little there's something in the way i got tired of waiting for someone else to come forgot about the blisters that other people cause yeah, i'm scared a little sometimes i’m afraid yeah, i'm scared a little i can't make it one again the end of the world begins with a wall the end of the world begins with a wall (the end of the world begins with a wall) i live inside a ghost town so I can shake my shambles from all the rest and take them on again
11.
having a laugh at yourself looks like you forgot the milk back at the store there in the cart along with your patience; some other spare parts put the mouth to your lips, tip it back and sip just like alex used to sing it doesn't really matter if you want to overindulge it doesn't really matter chug until it dribbles down your chin it's not complicated it's cut and dry you spilled the milk so now you'll cry little child dry those tears that bottle's been bad for years slip and slide in the grocery store now you're the puddle spreading on the floor just like alex used to sing it doesn't really matter If you want to overindulge it doesn't really matter chug until it dribbles down your chin
12.
maybe she's still floating or maybe she's run a-ground hard to tell from here either way there's sand beneath her fingernails but never fake flowers in her hair she keeps those on a hidden shelf painted aqua, teal, and lavender she pretends that, no, nothing bothers her lies in bed and breathes so heavily tries not to tell too much to the ceiling that spoiled milk feeling, the congealing disease the real flowers died years ago dried, pressed, into an old book to keep them beautiful but, Lord, look at how they've crumbled! who could tell her what to do about it now? digging deeper with her sandy fingernails she can't climb so sometimes she grows bored with the world God only knows she's a good girl
13.
“all of that time wasted wasted wasn't wasted if it kept you alive” oh brother i, i'm trying

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released December 16, 2019

KC Stafford - Guitar, Vocals
Rustle Pants - Bass, Vocals
Emily Hafner - Keys, Vocals
Ian Paine-Jesam - Drums, Percussion

Recorded at High Tower Recordings by James Whitten and Nick Pope
Mixed and Masted by James Whitten

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