07​/​2015

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released August 7, 2015

Noah Buttner
Brian Mazeski
Joseph Mazeski
Travis Verbil

All sounds captured by Ian Karavas at Jam Eater Studios in Oceanside, NY.

All sounds mastered by Paul Gold at Salt Mastering in Brooklyn, NY.

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Track Name: Most Ghosts
floral print,
do you remember the day
at the diner?

pictures of the people we were before the world broke us.

you were levitating on the porch
sweet blossom summer wind
mouth full of bees
you had me smiling;
(but)
now i'm feeling haunted by yr memory.

open mouth laughing
you put yr hand
over yr mouth and
killed
the most beautiful thing
you've ever done

you never said yr sorry
but that doesn't mean
i don't forgive you

maybe most ghosts haunt themselves
maybe most wounds are self inflicted.
Track Name: American Novel
well my love
is the white-washed graffiti
behind the blockbuster video™

sweaty palmed lovers,
my heart is a fallout shelter.

lead paint on the cellar door,
super eight footage of
kids drinking kool-aid™
in hiroshima

a siren sounds and people scatter.
the children once had names

red on their lips,
red on their lips,
they turned into the sun.

angels vomited blushes from yr face to mine
altitude sickness from the pedestal that i put you on
now i'm ripping pages out of the phone book
scratching out names
looking for strangers.

well i wrote you the great american novel™
in my sleep and
with my nails i scratched the words into the sheets
and all the ambulances and virgins
started to sing
broken hymn and hymen from a fever dream.

well i've seen the saints drink forty ounces of malt liquor

(their aspirations extinguished like a cigarette
that someone forgot to finish)

can you still feel me?
i'm casting anchors on the tip of yr tongue.

lead paint on the cellar door,
super eight footage of kids
disappearing
the sirens sound and people scatter
the children once had names

red on their lips,
red on their lips,
they turned into the sun.