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Spray Me Down

by Dead End Drive-In

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1.
Buffalo Bill 06:15
A man on a mission plagued by indecision you can call it a 'good eye' but it's just fear of swinging and missing so now I've gone fishing cuz I've got my own ambitions I've got both of my hands out but all I've got is shit out of wishing A man with some notions thinks the world as his oyster-filled ocean well you better get shuckin, kid if you want to get that big promotion well don't show no emotion march to death in slow motion you've got two choices in this life you get the hose or apply the lotion well this river ain't running and the water's stagnant the larvae is hatching flies are crawling out well this river ain't running and the water's stagnant I'm on another planet mumbling out the side of my mouth Spray me down I'm getting the hose again Well I hold on to my dreams or are my dreams keeping me captive? are ambitions moving me forward, or are they just keeping me static? well this world ain't going to embrace you unless you're born hitting the ground running cuz if you're not showing it numbers it's going to show you nothing the world is cold and uninviting and it fuels nothing but hate inside me
2.
Carrie 04:27
Some convictions come into question It's a slow and sad demise to know thyself through other's eyes and if my existence is just someone's perception then this life has been signed away so I'll live to keep their scorn at bay because when knowing who you are is through the company you keep you're just a stranger to yourself trying to appease the judging eyes amongst the sheep If I can't make a puzzle fit using scattered shreds of doubt I'll chew the facts only to spit back into the horses mouth Don't get too sweet on feeling 10 feet because they're all going to laugh and burn your self-portrait to ash and what if that faithful reflection was always pissing up a rope and grasping to a fool's hope nobody gets a say I'll ask my own fucking questions everybody's just white noise when I'm speculating my own reflection You know it's true they're all going to laugh at you
3.
My face on the milk carton because I've lose a true voice in this mess of regurgitated influence and the sparks, they crackle and fizzle it doesn't pour when it rains it just comes as light drizzle there's a blank page that I've been saving for later because I just draw doodles when I put pen to paper and if I get an impulse that's sincere and earnest I'll still toss it in the furnace My storm in a teacup I'll chug it down just as quick as I throw it up and who said it'd be a dawdle and who said it'd be a dawdle and who said it'd be a dawdle getting lightning into a bottle? Trying to force this flash of genius like it's something to hook up like it's intravenous but these veins just run bone dry and every word that I utter just sounds like blatant lies but I try to keep this muscle memory pumping I'm an amnesiac, dimly-lit, hollow headed pumpkin can't mould and sculpt when my dick's in my hand and this farm's turned dust and sand
4.
Throw all I've got at the wall but nothing's sticking my bruised ego starts to scab and I start picking and I feel solace when I'm just choking my chicken it plants my feet firmly on the ground and lets my head balloon into the clouds A hitched ride upon a breeze seems so much finer than pressing dirt into my knees digging to China and if I deflated my head I'd leave behind everything I like about myself like I was living life for someone else Fuck this existential crisis shit I'm just living for the hell of it and I'm content sucking the hind tit fuck this existential crisis shit Scrape the bottom of the barrel in search for answers but it's all to no avail I'm out to pasture return to the dusty trail an old sad bastard embracing his insignificance cuz it doesn't mean a thing and never did
5.
Far Corner 07:02
The sweet smell of candy-coated callousness test the waters and wade into the shallowness a packed room can make for such an hollow mess you're in the rabbit hole, now drink that in and swallow this the front door should read "abandon hope all ye who enter" casting qualms aside and gravitate into the centre I'm not selling out, I'm buying in because there's still a heart beating beneath this chest of tin and it longs for validation but gets a looming question "sink or swim?" I hate this party fuck everybody Tapping my toes, twiddling thumbs don't want folks to think you're feeling glum, do you? cry me a river, quit your whining have another drink and you'll feel fine, won't you? Sometimes you and the far corner make the perfect fit I'm an old sad bastard wallowing in his own shit The party's swinging as the noose tightens until the night ends I hate this party fuck everybody

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released March 25, 2016

Produced, mixed and engineered by Nick Engwer and Dakota Poncilius
Mastered by JJ Heath

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Dead End Drive-In Vancouver, British Columbia

Punk band from Vancouver, BC. You know. That one with the 3 guitar players. Gotta shred with existential dread.
EARLY ONSET RECORDS.

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