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released September 17, 2013

© 2013 Buck Records
www.buck-records.com

Jarrod Goldman - vocals, lyrics, artwork
Stijl Calhoun - bass
Travis Noonan - guitars, tiny keyboards
Trey Pfieffer - trap set

Will Bristol - producer
Tyler Deem - audio engineer
Carl Saff - mastering engineer

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Track Name: Red
the eye is like a target
something you ought to forget
you open your lids
something falls right in

bring forth the question
only death will answer
rattle for your tiny dancer

taxidermied death
on a flat plane rests
flatbed pick-up truck
flatbed it gives us

bring forth the question
only death will answer
rattle for your tiny dancer

white, blue, what comes next after that?
Track Name: Shark & Knife
following you out your bedroom you said
you lost a pair of glasses late last night

oh, it suits you well
it would suit anyone well
a drink or two in you were in the dark
did a fist rob you of your sight?

because when those in darkness

fall from sight
eyes fall on what seems right

it suits us well
'cause there's a lack of self
a break from stern
a softer tone than those frames
that cut across your face

hide what's in darkness

can you see those in brightness
when you wear them in your face?
can you see those in brightness
where those in darkness drop from sight?

shark and knife
Track Name: Not Mine
we came from across the sea
we buried your whole family
we planned our cities on your graves
your customs now lie under streets we paved

it was your time
it was not mine

you hid behind trees
we marched underneath
you fought dirty
we fought back heavy artillery
your precious babies
they were only sixteen

you let it roll out
of your collective mouth
the low, brassy
moan of the south

it was your time
it was not mine