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you were doing well until everyone died

by the ednas

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1.
prisonbust 04:08
way way down so nice to have you around hard to see the sky from below the ground where we drink mud and pass insults around a spider rushed up to meet me, greet me he crawled up and climbed into my eyes spit his words deep, dark inside and said, "YOU GOTTA GET AWAY BEFORE IT GETS AWAY FROM YOU FORGET ALL THAT YOU'VE HEARD YR TRUST'S A STRANGE AND DESPERATE BIRD YOU DON'T HAVE TO CHANGE YR MIND EACH BREATH YOU TAKE, YOU TAKE TIME YOU AREN'T THE YOU THAT YOU LOVE EVADING BLAME AND BLOWING UP AND DON'T TRY TO HIDE THE WAY YOU THINK THIS PLACE COULD BE THIS COLD PLACE" chivalry is not dead - it's just severely wounded this earth is not red - it's just a brownish-blueish history's not over yet - we're still making it right now lay yr head down on this, lay yr head on me vomit into the sea: no one but dying fish to receive swim down away from the storm, no one is really that bored. the dogs chew whatever they get, and we're shit-talking meat, our brains are too wet. so don't leave yr brain in the rain.
2.
afterbirth 04:20
this dead land we tread upon this stolen earth our ancestors took and perverted make some space throw up some houses the suggestion of safety room to procreate but oh! they'll see when their children rise from the frozen hills contorted into hideous figures that revile and retch at all their fumbled attempts to assert themselves as an intelligent species nothing comes from nothing, everything leaves tracks in the sand the universe ain't bluffing, yr story has a definite end let the new world crumble, under it's weight and dance to the sound of a global struggle to keep this old train from breaking down so before we go let's get things straight: those who prolong the fall of men, and those who just can't wait. could've moved mountains with these monkey hands but we're still scratching our differences into slate. those holding the ransom will ask, "what's the worth?", to our pigtailed captors, "eat my afterbirth" yr chained to a reason that's not yr own the ghost of human spirit is restless can't you hear it moan? new world class is muddy water crippled roads and broken bones and an empty flask bide yr time as our cities collide and all our efforts sink into the mire but oh! this is the future, we can build you at the cost of a moderate war. you know there is a problem, but instead of acting you simply ask for more. this is yr stained century. so before we go let's get things straight: those who bleed the blood of passion and those who just drip waste. justify or cope: this future's second rate. those keeping us captive will shake with mirth, to the living dead: "eat our afterbirth"
3.
daybreak 03:37
in empty fields beyond the stars someday you'll find that's where you are you had yr fame, but lost yr name and you say my friends are all the same but we do the best with what we've got and what we've got is not a lot so take what you need, go feed yr greed offer yr blood to yr enemies slip beneath the dirt the love you leave is just a stain we're all stoned on our own spit bending our bones to make them fit inside our bodies as we grow and blow away from ourselves stiff limbs will stick to the floor inside yr head there's a hollow crying out for more but it's bigger than you and you're bigger than me and our hunger leaves us empty save yrself from yrself digging holes to drop the junk a rat's nest hung on a shelf once was a man high like gods with diamond words 'til he forgot we're all stoned on our own stink 'cause we're not paid to think saw another bright light fuckoff to find a place to hide away from himself daybreak will bring you to war with yourself as morning light exposes blood on the floor and now yr head's feeling thick, yr world is crooked and curved like the track yr train rides tangled webs of thought reach to the sky the same sun, same moon, same stars that burn yr eyes fuel me. i tried to show you how the daybreak can set you free.
4.
norma jean 04:09
yr so pretty you speak like a diamond bleach blonde hair but you got no style every time you speak you speak so clearly but then you flash yr alligator smile yr hair, yr clothes yr sticking up yr nose the way you look tonight you stand so straight and all you do is wait for all the boys, standing in the light you got a call from yr best friends sister and you gotta know what she's doing now down at the show people all so happy but all you do is stand and simply wonder how the things you do, to free yrself from you buy pairs of jeans ripped before the girls you see, in all the magazines that you've become, but you try to ignore good-bye norma jean, you fell into the scene the girl will always be the better choice once it comes true and you are sick of you you'll go and get rid of all the noise
5.
paperbag 03:30
i keep my brain in a paperbag hold it on my side like a lunch packed by a drunken mother i spit in her milk, offer it to god, will it cleanse my lungs 'cause i've been huffing love and lust since i broke through the surface... 'cause i've been drowning since i first got wet i keep my fist inside my shoes for everytime i walk on you like a cow's tongue that's soaked in bloody rapture if i'm a grotesque whore, allow me to proceed to freak you the fuck out baby... i traded violence for you and after our bodies froze all that was left was dirty city snow i keep my heart inside yr wound sheltered from the cold like a baby that's crying for attention, so everytime you love yrself, my pulse will steal the show, flowered memoirs of a drunken goddess melting with my name written inside yr temple. my blood still gushes from between yr thighs... i traded science for you and after we explode all that's left is dirty city snow
6.
i, moron 06:59
another day, another week, another month, another year and where the hell i'm going has never been more unclear and i could think it, i could say that this world is small but i can feel it, all its weight has slowed me down to a crawl standstill, walking round inside yr head, sleeping inside these rusted halls a blur, cold shift indecisive endless empty days just swimming in the walls we are no one, living in the past again time moves in tides and we're stuck sleeping in how many nights under red lights until i find some peace, to clear my thoughts the pure and not those made of drugged-up waste? dissect my body leave my life lying all over the place infected marrow has the bones just sinking out into space drowning in yr fear, it's become clear we'll have to wake someday slow light emphasized the stinging urge to find the words i know that i should say that down hanging around in twilight's thrall, my head feels so full but there's nothing there at all. i could still be yr pet, stuck to yr spine like a germ the carpet is soaked with last words so tired of trying to build a new day this black molasses existence pulls us away there's a little light left at the edge of yr bed i'm on all fours, stretched across the floor, hungry for more black bliss. another day, another year ambition's slipping, the issue's clear what hope? what love for thy self, entrusting chance to find yr crown? hark now, look how these bones sink, and pull my heartstrings down. sleeping consciousness, me, i, moron.

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released April 4, 2012

all songs by the ednas. we are cody wieland, dakota wotton, alexander kehn.
recorded by jeff vasey at go30! studios, mixed by tyson brinacombe at little room labs. cover photo by sarah brill yendt.

thanks to jesse billings for releasing this as a split with our dear pals new wings on uncrossyourarms.bigcartel.com. please check out their side @ newwings.bandcamp.com

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three-piece whatever-rock outfit specializing in apathy and bizarro pop sensibilities.

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