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Home, Sick EP

by Mama Would Be Proud

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1.
Home, Sick 02:14
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Home, sick, all dressed up and it isn't storming yet, but I can hear it coming on. Or is that something I just thought? Nowadays I really can't fucking tell what it means to just give up on spelling it out to the rolling of my wrist to the cement. The sound bounces, thrills, shrinks my spine. "But liquor is liquid!" I did whine. "Liquor is liquid, I did wine!" "Stop all of that!" "But you're not seeing why I can't relate. I can see it in my face. On the tenth floor I really didn't feel ok, but I had a little something pulling up my waist. It's kind of silly when every minute feels like wasted tape. On the tenth floor I really didn't feel ok, though I had a little something pulling up my waist. It's kind of silly when every minute feels like wasted tape.
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I'm Still Scary 02:31
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Me? I wont. No I won't show you teeth. I love, but I hardly know you. I write in blue, but that don't mean nothing. Me? I'm not through. No I'm just shrugging along. I'm sinking in this bed, breathing in words warm, but dead and buried. I'm still scary, but no not very alone. Constant change, my moods so varied. But caped in escaping time still carries. I wait and wait, yeah I'm still scary. This same lack of taste is still so very sad. I'm sinking in this bed, coughing up words. I never should have felt so very ordinary. 'Cause I'm still scary. Yeah, I'm still scary.
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Aimless Talking, Ill-conceived 03:12
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Aimless talking, some doorbell knockin', that stupid stalking cuts me up walking. I never thought that I would like that, never thought that you were like that. Angels coughing, the record's poppin' and you're unaware that I'm in need of such repair! That my throat is scratchy, it's not so catchy when the air is laughing as it soaks into my ribs. And no I'm not having one more day of stabbing. I'm dulling the breezes 'til all just is easy for me.
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Homefill 02:00
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I guess some are born with a broken heart. Shaky records with shaky starts and awkward parts where all is lost, but home. I picked up the picture, a home-fill, with casual models posed real still, faking affection like they knew it from their dreams. Am I already too late? Is my sorrow out of date? If I pace along through one more song my soul might melt but thereupon I might throw you my weight if I'm sifting through the days. Like I'll notice something I didn't find the first or second hundredth time. I guess some are born with sticks in their yard, some with a swing set hung like it's art. Maybe a porch to stare at the cars again and again. I guess some are born with broken time, it's not my mind I rationalize, picked up my eyes and stared at the sky for a moment.
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Silent E On Everything 03:04
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You must have been someone special in your last past life: frequent enough to make me doubt my opened but shallow mind. And I must have done something crazy to get back such replies. I'm ignored all the time. Can I be lowered in the light? Because it takes it's own self for granted once it thinks itself as new. And I'm thinking of death more often that I'm not so vain High School. Where I create all these problems, pull them up from rooted ground. Drenched with mud called "Jealousy", some mistakes just don't drown. And it's all a pardon for some forgiveness-sake. I've seen this room before, I've dreamed these walls, I dreamed this floor. Where I picked up the cutting board, into my shoulder paper tore. Melted in this chair, I breathed water, I drank air. But the taste was overbearing, too much coffee in my hair. There's a silent E on everything if you just let your tongue slip out. I'm aware of the cost it'd take to get lost on solid ground, but I'm still all up for trying. What's a dream to get scared about? I read "love" from your mouth, all the worry rolls around. It's all a pardon for some forgiveness-sake.
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Today, I Bite 02:42
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Sit me up. Won't something just lift me up? It's not important to the plan, but it's all that I have for now. Sit me down. Something different still spins me 'round. It's not something that I can't, I just never had the chance! So come nightfall, I'll walk. It's a useless little scheme, but it's not so elusive now. Oh my love, it's easier not to faint. What's done isn't done. Really you can't be late. Talking's tough, but equally is shutting up. I've been holding back a scream, "I DON'T WANT THEM TO GIVE A FUCK! I WANT THEIR LOVE, instinctively." I'm scared and numb, try to level out my hands lately my legs have been acting drunk. And one by one, it's simple to have some fun. Run with a gun, I'm sick of not waking up. I'm sick of not waking up. REALLY. I'm sick of not waking up.

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Recorded end of summer 2010

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released September 1, 2010

Stephen - Sings, guitars, drums, bass, noisy effects
Christian- Drums, bass on "I'm Still Scary", bottles/glasses

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Mama Would Be Proud Nashville, Tennessee

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Stephen Roberts, Christian Baraks, Samuel Bernhardt,
Joe White, Bennett Littlejohn
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