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A Celebration Of

by Creek Violence

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1.
Foul Ball 04:35
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We’re not related by blood For a few decades drifting out of touch But I fell in between the walls Combusting and screaming waiting for applause A host of varied changes Playing metal riffs for your nephew and now we feel like strangers I’ll find a reason to complain Treading through the dots on our orbital plane What age does a person get old When does this stored wisdom begin to take hold Wallpaper thrown on the basement floor Knock twice then try kicking down the door Let me exist on my own Strangers coming in and breaking glass in my home I’ve started losing my touch People are fleeing from our city but I can’t judge I try to prevent any form of change But when you’re in your 20s life gets more tame Don’t go that way Don’t open that door I want you to stay I’ve had enough Of changing for the better and acting tough
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Blue Jeans New Dreams 02:54
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Loaded Lips 03:44
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Gone, Forgotten, and Pissed On for Good Measure 04:16
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You can go to sleep every night With no guilt The golden beacon of the troubled decides to turns her nose up at you So get rid of that shit that keeps weighing you down No one likes a crowded room with a smug face and a frown Your problems are modern and your grief is ancient You wonder how the human race made it this long with the troubles that plague them Minute at a glance but a burden when it’s processed And you’d do anything to escape that ambiguous encore You pray the curtain will fall to separate your audience from your tricks But when they can’t clap for you what do you do next? And when they can’t clap for you what do you have left? Just another self proclaimed complicated anti-hero suffering from delusions That your self awareness somehow transforms you into a better person But you won’t change the things you acknowledge to be your faults You say you can’t escape that you’re a mortal being after all And since you want what you can’t have You should keep what you don’t want And recycle all the commerce you’ve pursued For useless items that will take up shelf space in your room You’re not a nihilist but a realist in the grand scheme you’re powerless and full of shit
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Iguanathon 04:17
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Deities woke me up in the night Something’s going awry I wouldn’t say that I’m spiritual Days like this make me try Guided through life by this compass It splits the sun and the moon It glisten lights off my bedside table It’ll get lost in here soon That Easter I fell off my wooden horse Shattered my arm on the way down Ask my parents I didn’t cry Barely made a sound Living room watching hockey fights Wait til midnight and turn off the light Our strings are broken and we’re all out of tune Our imperfections will someday bloom there are ghosts in this house They hide behind our couch Plenty of people to pass by I’d like to think all of them care Sometimes absorbed in all their own shit You know how things can sometimes get There’s no remorse in the infrastructure There’s hope in our hands Not in the bustling industry Too much blood in the land Devote my time to find things to buy Can’t determine what I need This clutter makes it hard to move house to house A byproduct of my greed
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Keep It Lonesome 02:51
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All That's Left 04:01
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At Least We Tried 04:51
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Western states backhanded handshake with the devil Bargaining climates and statistics making trees stand tall The compromise made with this conglomerate Is that the wilderness burns in the fall I’m from The rust belt and we get a bad rep For shitty winters and roads we need to climb Plus a circle of miserable beurocracy That wont let minimum wage won’t raise a dime I was this person the first 20 years of my life That’s a pretty long time if you think about it Especially to me What if I woke up one day and decided to change Made breakfast while my atoms rearranged My Motor functions still in check my skin on my body I’d probably look about the same I deny the lines of great state roads grander schemes of existence a well versed mind today Right now I don’t believe in shit I don’t know enough to make a judgement call on anything Public school and private college, I didn’t learn a thing it was the television that raised me So I thank god or something else or the executive branch that there’s no draft I wasn’t built for war I’m not ready to stand any ground The place i sprouted through only equipped me for a white collar life of sitting on my ass There’s a gold bar in my ceiling there’s a rifle under my mattress We have no flag but we have interests Maybe that’s all you can ask for I pledge allegiance to the stars above me And to those who feel intensely about anything at all You’ve got a good demographic we think you’ll like this new album the market results said you like break up songs about your ex boyfriend being wrong No it’s authentic why wouldn’t you think so? The suits didn’t manufacture this in a lab Everyone can sign to Geffen or reprise before an single or an EP Some lives are easier if you’re pretty But I digress I’m not upset if something makes you happy then I guess it doesn’t matter where it comes from or which suit thought the lyrics were relatable But I still can’t determine why Our basement is unfinished the polish landlord doesn’t knock but are spirits always remain high We worked at something we fucked it up but hey at least we tried At least we tried at least we tried at least we tried
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Honey 02:36
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Honeycomb of dread The words I had lost in my head You were standing there With lilacs in your hair The roots had been torn up Hands trembling around an empty cup Leaves start to brown Decay gets lost in sound If we got along better I could get you right If I spoke any sweeter, i could make you stay the night If I were different, There's a lot more I could do but it's getting late I wish I stayed With you A city of lights and dust A bigger fish in a pond I think I fucked it up At least I’ll always be your runner up Grey skies circling above I won’t let things come undone Grey skies above I won't let things come undone
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The Rapture and Thereafter 05:22
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We got together in the theater to observe the singular work Your cage is made of sticks man Be it a trailer park or New York the snake oil is disguised as highbrow while the writers jot down a host of themes handing all of them out at the exits all my colleagues and friends are thieves if you’re an intellect you have to buy it and pretend this truth is more than a crumb but all my pals who stayed ambivalent were referred to by the Washington post as dumb it’s not punishment if it’s eternal you adapt to the things you endure but i still can’t figure out how you keep smiling in pictures when you spend your nights crying on your floor she said she wouldn’t waste her time with other people but decided that she’d take a gamble so we met down at the fountain Under the spotlight left in shambles but now I’m tired of all this pressure Explain I’m not a one man show I want a rounded life of leisure shooting holes in the amazon drones Hit the road after a death in her family her dad stuffed in a satin box Benzene will never let you age well Too much poison on the rocks I know our grief is all subjective and we can’t judge how it’s expressed but miserable strangers giving fake sympathy can only leave you more depressed it’s not punishment if it’s eternal you adapt to the things you endure but i still can’t figure out how you keep smiling in pictures when you spend your nights crying on your floor I am not this body nor this voice not these words Since I am unsure of what i am I can lack accountability for what I do I haven’t done shit Now it’s time to get used to it Disillusioned a bit Now it’s time to get used to it

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This album was recorded over the duration of the last few months in our rented house in downtown Pittsburgh prior to our lease ending. It is dedicated to any friend, parent, or visitor that dedicated any sort of time, support, or company to any of us.

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released July 29, 2021

Written, recorded, and performed by Mitch, Marcus, Nico, and Reed.

Thank you Ted for the spoken word, Rachel for the album art, and Connor for dealing with the noise.

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