you were doing well until everyone died

by the ednas

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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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Track Name: prisonbust
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.
Track Name: afterbirth
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"
Track Name: daybreak
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.
Track Name: norma jean
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
Track Name: paperbag
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
Track Name: i, moron
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.