POOL SHED

by Rachel

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the lyrics for these songs serve as a primary source documenting the time period when steven was an insufferable whiny baby

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released August 21, 2014

Thank you to Bernie DeLury for the artwork
Original Bass and Guitar writing credits to Andrew Simpson and Tyler Cook (respectively)
Major thanks to Eric McNelis for recording our drums
Huge thanks to Tempur-Pedic mattresses
Michelle Alexander, swing first
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by Bob Kessler

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Track Name: FATHER'S DAY
The last time that we spoke, we used words we never said.
They were building on the inside and they burst out of our heads
I smelled you on my pillow and it pushed me out of bed
I wrote you on my wall in words I'll never read again

I'm almost very certain that you still get to sleep
In your bed and there is comfort in the corners of your sheets
As your house falls into shambles, you pretend that you don't know
That your father let the poison sink into its wooden bones

Are you angry? Are you angry at yourself?
The smoke will clear soon
You can ring your bells
You will follow through

The gist of what they said was that the city has their heads
But despite their promised futures, they still voted for my dad
To bring purity and honest back to their toxic home
My father is a good man. He's the best man that I know.

And I promise you'll see flowers from the seeds that he will sow
He's been through hell he's seen things that won't ever let him go
Who owns these kids? He knows these kids like the back of his hand
I swear to god, I know my dad. He is a gentle man.

Are you happy?
Have you found a kick all year?
Do they hate you?
Do they fill you with their fear?
Will you follow through?

When it's crashing
You can stay here
You can catch your breath
After the smoke clears
You can follow through

The last time that we spoke, you were not in your head.
Track Name: 122/BOOKER (TIME BOMBS)
Hell must have frozen over
I swear I see the devil in the snow
This is hell I'm living in
With roadblocks and nowhere else to go

So I turn abilities up and I face the coming storm headfirst
The devil never really scared me much
He's just wasting all my damn time

What I'd do for some fire in my hand
A pistol and a city in the sky
Tell me why. What'd I ever do to you?
To make me wanna give up on this all so soon

The snow could be thawing. I might be wrong though.
It's only one month into spring
Take me back there when I was lying in my bed
Before the phone call. When the good dreams still occupied my head.

Across the lot and folding over the fence
(I'm walking far and I am thinking too much)
The scent of trees escapes your body
(You taught me to draw monsters I see them here they come up)
I think you're changing what you did
(When they pull out my lungs probably all stained black)
The rain pulls away your chalk drawings
(Just like the time bombs buried in my uncles chest)
I watched them melting through the concrete
(And now I see his ghost he hides in cigarettes)
I saw you reach
(His body's made of smoke)
Something you can't get
(And he's so fucking mad)
Oxygen

What I'd do for some fire in my hand
A pistol and a city in the sky
A day short or a few too many
Track Name: POOL SHED
I've been talking to my ex-girlfriend
She's been being so cool to me
She told me that she's picking up her cello
Making her place in my Pinkerton dream

But she didn't apologize to me for any of the shit she said
For any of the events which occurred in the heat of her pool shed
I'm not mad, it's just freaky, like the kids who don't get any sleep
Like the real insomniacs who crawl like magnets through the streets

But, I digress, you are an addict
To the grudges under your belt
You watch over me in judgement
From your artwork on my shelf

But she didn't apologize to me for any of the shit she said
For any of the events which occurred in the heat of her pool shed
I'm not mad, it's just freaky, like the kids who don't get any sleep
Like the real insomniacs, who growl like raptors through the streets

I know, I know
I should let go
But I long to see
That empty shell looking back at me

With nothing to hide
Nothing left inside
In any case
Kid in your cage

Let me make you happy, let me in, I swear
I could return each and every curl to your hair
I'd show you just how if I could only get in
And I would open your mind if your skull weren't so thick