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So the rainy season's come to try and wash away what we saw in each other and all the plans we made.
I'll keep my eyes open, but it's hard to stay awake when there's something new and sickening in each and every day.
I thought that there were feelings that I could keep if I tried hard enough, but there they go again just to try and prove me wrong. And it's hard to say "I'll miss this so much" with a mouthful of rust.
So here I am, this is me. I'm pale enough to pass through.
I can't even hold on to the past, but I just can't it out of my head, and now ghosts are haunting this New England campus.
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If I could say and do what I mean,
I would fix everything, but half a month away
(and I've counted to the day)
I'll disappear completely.
So I'm ripping out my guts, and I'm trying to grow up,
and I'm scared to death of how I'll fuck this up.
And it reminds me that all my favorite things
about the Fall won't mean anything with my hands
balled into fists so tight.
Warm beer and basement shows...
...now tell me, will they lose their glow?
If I could say and do what I mean, I'd ruin everything.
The future is a waste of time and breath and space.
I'll ruin everything.
Just bury me in the dying leaves.
It's more than I deserve.
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If I could say and do what I mean,
I would fix everything.
But half a month away (and I've counted to the day),
I'll disappear completely.
So I'm ripping out my guts just trying to grow up,
scared to death of how I'll fuck this up.
And it reminds me...
That all my favorite things about the Fall
won't mean anything with my hands
balled into fists so tight.
So, warm beer and basement shows, tell me
...will they lose their glow?
If I could say and do what I mean,
I'd ruin everything.
The future is a waste
of time and breath and space,
so I'll ruin everything.
Just bury me in the dying leaves,
it's more than I deserve.
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And so, my dear, I've taken to studying
your dreary record, and here's what I found:
A funeral dress, flowers to match,
An old man at the table shaking his head.
(All the things you choose to keep in tiny golden boxes,
can only weigh you down and serve to hurt you.)
Oh, and and awe-inspiring, and jaw-dropping,
the things you longed to be...
...they were all that I could see.
...and you really snapped me in two,
but I still want you to know:
The place your head is at is not uncommon,
the pillow's still weighted down from those before you.
So I'll say it as your friend, this doesn't change a thing.
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This is a collection of various demo recording sessions for the upcoming EP "There's Nothing You Can Say"
Tracks 1 and 2 were recorded with real-life recording equipment at Brett Bauer's house in Watertown, Massachussetts on a warm September evening over a case of Shipyard Pumpkinhead Ale.
Track 3 was recorded at my house in Derry, New Hampshire in my bedroom sometime in August, between bouts of nail-biting about becoming a teacher and large cups of black coffee.
Track 4 was recorded in Justin Valliere's very small apartment/bedroom in Allston, Massachussetts sometime over the summer with a very finnnicky microphone, while we drank Pabst tall boys.
released October 1, 2011
