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Post​-​Life Crisis

by Backspace

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Oh, how you bend through the lens of a heat shimmer as the cars that aren’t parked in the shade of oak trees simmer We find relief from the heat in the basement, in the eve climb to the roof and try to be the Replacements Do you ever get the feeling that heaven’s just beyond the popcorn ceilings? Oh, while you talk with a lisp of the apocalypse sprinklers hiss and all God’s rainbows hover in the mist when you insist it’s bound to draw around the bend this summer my heart pounds as if pummeled by a heavy metal drummer Do you ever get the feeling that heaven’s just beyond the popcorn ceilings? Oh, how your Nirvana shirt from K-Mart, starts to show it’s age, and in the same vein, we’re born gently worn and from there just continue to fade, fade, fade Do you ever get that feeling that Heaven’s just beyond the popcorn ceilings?
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Small Change 04:42
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This one is for the haze into which the party fades and for the sun obliged to rise at dawn and cast its revealing light upon a planet abidden in the darkness all night long This one is for that guy hanging out on the couch unlit cigarette hanging out his mouth and for whatever he’s talking to that girl about all the conversations are heading south (chorus) like birds for the winter, like spring breakers and retirees with their beer bongs and dentures, (respectfully) Woah- oh, Woah oh, now we’re all wasting away, smoking cheap cigars and talking bout Lost til the break of day this one is for the dirt bike I saved for as a kid, pined to fly wild dusty roads, but never did and for all those other dreams that slid into the fringes of my mind and dropped off the grid This one’s for giving up and becoming someone else, sounds great on paper, in practice it’s hell when the bass is thumping and I’m at odds with myself I just wanna punch the throttle and hear the engine swell (chorus 2) Like strings Arranged to make you bawl Like an ego or a flock of seagulls Or a bruise, post brawl Woah oh, woah oh Now were all wasting away Watching MST3K til the break of day it’s like, your stomach used to lurch when some kid at church said “What the hell?” now you’re handcuffed to a bench at the taco bell Woah-oh, woah-oh now I’m aloof on a sea of subwoofers where everyone shotguns Mikes Hard Lemonade
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November 1st 04:01
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Statistics 03:46
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Kyle 03:55
Adam, when’s the last time you heard from Kyle? Hasn’t dropped me a line in a little while Sandy says she saw him right before he left for Spain and since he’s only sent a chintzy postcard shriveled from the rain Sandy’s band still rattles basement rafters, and sheepish english majors still ask her out after, If you wanna go, she said they’re playing at her brother’s and if we show up, she’ll slip a couple Bowie covers in It’s 3 AM and I’m famished And I’m worried because Kyle doesn’t even speak Spanish And Sandy sounds like Patti Smith, can you hear it? but she won’t for long, if she keeps on those American Spirits. Adam, you still seeing that one girl? Damn, I’m sorry that I asked For a guy named after the first man you sure know how to put yourself last And me I can’t complain, but I must ask ya: If Mel is leading helicopter tours up in Alaska, if Carter owns eleven olive gardens, and Mya’s got an island in Dubai If all my friends are drinking in the splendors of the world then where the hell am i? the people from our past have ended up in places I can’t begin to fathom and I know I’d love their lives if I could only have them If I could only have them
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Circulation 03:49
Each thank you on the plastic bag diminishes return the handles leave my fingers bloodless, purple, and taciturn circulation terminates, as if by plunging vultures and I don’t think I’m ready to lay it all on the alter You were the blood pumping in my skinny wrists I want to bust the ghost of you, but throbbing, you persist I’m a pawn American, my aunt’s pomeranians haunt post-cake paper plates of waning parties where the air is tired and gaunt A living room strewn with Balloons, a monument to celebration, within days succumbs and becomes one to deflation You were the blood pumping in my skinny wrists I want to bust the ghost of you, but throbbing, it persists You were the blood pumping in my skinny wrists Never again can I check my pulse not reminded you exist you were the blood, you were the blood and I was dumb, to think I was special you were the blood and I was but a vessel
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Holy Water 03:12
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Moon over colorado river sent shivers down my spine and now i know: when the neon signs glow they mimic the stars in the sky when they shine like Nebuchunezzar, I built castles in the desert well, you know people, they think they’re awful clever salt lake city looks so pretty in a wasteland of worthless endeavors, whenevers and nevers I too have searched in vain for my place beneath the sky i don’t know, guess my lamp’s burning low kerosine tears welling up in my eyes I’ve squinted from lofty peaks plotting the sprawl that I’ll build my Empire of lies on Still Salt Lake City is looking so pretty perched like a bird upon the horizon and someday our civilization will crumble and coil and join the rocky soil and some future dictator some thousand years later will find our remains while drilling for oil The archaeologists will furl their brows and time will forget our names, like babylon before us our bones’ll be buried but redemption will never be ours to claim

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released August 14, 2015

Andrew Kruske: Vocals, Guitars
Luke Faste: Vocals, Guitars
Joe Morgan: Bass
Jake Edwards: Drums

Produced, mixed, and mastered by Jeremy Bartelt

Album cover photo by Anastasia Smith

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