slow waker demos

by Treadles

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    Eight song demo recorded by Rustle at the Refractory in December 2016
    All songs written by Treadles, except Doctor Blind, written by Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton
    This is Hurry Up and Wait release #004

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surrounded by the softly flowing fuzz of friends who seem so far away your mouth is full of smoke you're glowing red and carbon seems to split the day but still i like you the best you're my favorite one of all the ones you don't wanna be one of sad eyes and smile at the same time and touch with our intersecting lines i'm dropping out of space camp just to make sure everything's fine and i can tell this isn't a love song but can you tell that i'm always wrong and cozy comforts never seemed to lack but now there's something so long gone be still i like you the best you're my favorite potential regret neither here nor there ever again you're my favorite one of all the ones you don't wanna be one of anymore
put me in my place and i'll stay you're tired there's no warning it's fine either way i just wanna sleep where you lay this hissing republic of bliss these terrified nights where there's nothing to miss will set me to rights or to wit's ending up so far apart free from sleeping crush your own simpleton heart clean while dreaming seeping steamy maudlin weeping show me the ache in your chest you'd trade me my shortness of breath for a kiss trade remorse for forgetfulness ending up so far apart free from sleeping crush your own mendicant heart clean while dreaming touching speaking counts for nothing clean while dreaming counts for nothing build a belligerent wall wasted, wanting
there's a place for people like you and i somewhere oh somewhere there's a space i'd like to waste away, disintegrate but sometimes i'd recombine to make sure you're okay
she divides herself by twos and threes and shrink shrink shrinks until her many million "me's" are far too small to see and then her shrunken separate selves drift upward through the trees and past the misty mountain's freeze and through the cloudy sea she floats so far above the world she joins the stars or they join she silently, a moment's peace in space's vacuum finally free i am not afraid of the quiet of the grave and i don't truly love anything but if i wake in the sun feel the warmth once again i could maybe be convinced to stay
slugs in the sink all salty all caught on fire but all i can hear is the rats on wires all cut up and looking like people something so simple something so doubtful eating shit off your own plate is so great when you're old enough to know why no one's around all alone in your castle made of old bones and you can drink enough to drown dripping with sweat but shaking like a leaf enough nothing in between for it to be it's own town that's enough that's good enough
act like you're older feel like you're old enough to stick with it pull back the covers creep back into the bed again you won't muss it up i can't keep its place in my brain for more than a second before it's gone again sneak your suspicion past that train of thought you're going out of style you can't relate an albatross around your neck sure there isn't much you can't connect but not this i can't keep its place in my brain for more than a second before it's gone again hope you will see through the fog that's clouding your eyes you can't move on until it's gone
roll around in the dirt beneath the house crippling doubt hate the sound dirty dishwater thoughts squirm and frown on the couch again feeling small enough to get swallowed up cuz you said something dumb when you were drunk harboring resentment you're just another feral human gone to seed just like children and other living things you have no excuse to feel the way you do


all songs by treadles
except Doctor Blind, originally by Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton

thanks various sweet friends and band friends. thanks paul webb for fixing literally all of our equipment. thanks tyler for synth stuff. thanks greg and community records for general support. thanks jaytee for that sick harmony. thanks kdhl. thanks atticus and zach quinn. thanks murph and beff and mal and banjo and toes for continued emotional support. thanks to the high lord funck.


released January 2, 2017

recorded and mixed in december 2016 by rustle pants.
this is hurry up and wait #004.


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