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released 31 December 2014
Recorded at Sex Dungeon Studios. Engineered and mixed by James Ryskalchick and Dan Angel. Mastered by Ryan Schwabe. Songs and Artrwork by Fletcher Van Vliet.
Music written and performed by Robin Carine; Lead Guitar, Vocals. Lucas Carine; Drums, Vocals. Taylor Jamison; Bass, Vocals. Fletcher Van Vliet; Guitar, Voice.
Time is burning, ever flickering flame. The wind is blowing, calling out your name. I gotta cut the shit, I'm sorry. Be still my longing. I know that you are drawn to me. We are carried away. We are free.
I cannot erase the past. This was planned just as it went past. And I'm in no hurry to get where I'm going. It's not a race but a river flowing. Even now, always we are passing over water. I try not to get carried away. Still, I'm left wanting. Although that river flows, washing me clean, I am still lonesome. Old desire grows just like a cancer.
Track Name: Surfs Up!
Mother, cover me. I don't want to die here in your arms. I wanna sail away. Far flung from the borders of this earth, our colony. I wanna strip down bare to my core, it's just I cant feel it there anymore. Why cant I feel it there anymore?
Here I lie. My body is empty. I am tied to the stone and still will not sink. Take my hand. Pull me down. I don't wanna die alone. I don't wanna think that maybe we are all washed up.
I am breaking from the jet stream. I know it's not the way. I just can't seem to catch the waves as they flow and fold over me. It's these timeless emotions, all the moments we forget who we are. Fake it all you want, it'll never add up to something more real. Maybe we were star crossed and that's all it was.
Track Name: Jackrabbit
You strike me as worlds apart and I like that. You're traveling full speed ahead. You're kicking up dust and you'd never know it. You've got poise. I think I know where you stand. Your world is romantic only when everything is changing.
But I told myself that I wouldn't stop. I only want to move forward. My hand is pulling me out there for my last embrace with the world. I hope to never turn inwards, not until I am broken, my body lifeless. Well what else is it for but to live it?
What your face does to me, the beauty of god. I try hard not to lose my head but my heart is beating rapidly. Like a rabbit running for its dear life and that's how I like it. What do our lives really mean when we're under the ground? I don't know, maybe nothing but I'm sure of the fact that I'm not a machine. I'm an animal. I'm not a machine. I'm an animal.
Track Name: The Words I II III
I don't need anything. That's true but I want it all. I want to believe in you. I've seen it fade, dear faces falling away from me. I let them go and every time it got harder. Staying close is often looking from afar. So it goes. I always lose the things that I've come to love the most. I pray it be so no longer.
What do you believe in? What is God? What are the thoughts that set you into motion? Are you devoted to a cause? I suppose nobody has the answers but there is meaning in the words. Let me but taste them.
It's the same damn world that I grew up in. So don't tell me it's changing. Yah I know. There is an angry wind howling through the days of man. I am staying inside of my bedroom. It's quiet. It's cold outside. Still the sun beats down like a hammer splitting my skull.
Everything that I believed in, I wanna rip it apart. Strip it down to the bone. Body and soul raped and raw. So why am I won't to live like my father. On this earth he was born to ramble. So why am I won't to live like my father before me.. On this earth was I really born to ramble?
Coming are darker days. For a while all we'll see. Sometimes that's all I can think of. I am blinded by the things I cannot perceive. So how am I to trust anything? And you... You once said that there is nothing left. What we hold onto is long dead. So then what does it mean to be? Why am I anything? Why am I won't to wander if it's over?
Words! Words! Words! Words that I say over and over though I know I do not mean them anymore. I never found the words to take their place I guess. I've been thinking on it and I don't care if there's no plan. Just as long as I can get to where I'm going. So these words I'm saying now are wholly new. I don't want to live a life that's lost it's meaning. I don't wanna live a life that's lost its meaning.