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Eye Contact

by Prevenge

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fotkerlemm thank you leftovermike! another great recommendation. i just buy what you buy ;)
congealedmeat
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congealedmeat Prevenge has a great sound that is fun, lively, hard and soulful. I am grateful to have found their music. The whole album rocks, but I really like "Half to Black" and "Take Back What You Said About Thor!". Chris Snelgrove has a couple good solo albums on Bandcamp if you are looking for more. Favorite track: Take Back What You Said About Thor!.
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1.
You play the victim in all of your boring stories. You're pointing fingers everywhere. A list of excuses, but we're not listening. You've made it hard for us to care. When you break down, when your back's against the wall, make sure to leave me out. I don't want to be part of your revisionist history. You're blaming everything you see. Sooner or later it'll all come down around you. I'm staying clear of the debris. When you break down, when your back's against the wall, make sure to leave me out. Leave me out.
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Mea Culpa 03:18
Flipped on my stereo tonight, got lost in my record collection. Avoiding phone calls, close the blinds, treat friends like bill collectors. Wait it out until it all gets quiet. Unanswered letters and guilt swallowing me. I'm sorry. I know I promised you that I'd try a little harder. I'm sorry. I know you're worried about me now. Oh god, I'm such an asshole. I know I've checked out more than once, and each time lasts a little longer. I know that it's not fair to you. I might never get better. I'll wait it out until it all gets quiet. Unanswered letters and guilt swallowing me. I'm sorry. I know I promised you that I'd try a little harder. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. So sorry.
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Can't get myself up off the floor. Can't get myself out of the door. I'm trying hard, but since my heart went half to black I'm on a down. Woah. I sound alarms, the flags are raised. No room for bad blood in my veins. I get my fix, I'm worse for wear. I'm not giving up the details, not gonna claim denial. Woah. Woah. This time is mine, even though it had to end tonight. There's only songs and no more laughter. Woah.
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Luck Out 01:47
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Another wasted day, a grey morning weighs down on me. Another shiftless afternoon. Another hour of Food Network shows on my TV. Another day I've thrown away, stuck inside this room. I heard you say: "Feeling bad is a waste of time." I'm running out of ways to explain away my moods, this poison coursing through my head. You say you "don't get it," that you "don't believe in it." But these harbour bricks will drag me down, drag me to the bottom. I heard you say: "Feeling bad is a waste of time." Yeah, I get it. Everyone's got problems. And I know that plenty people feel the same. But I'm worried that it won't get better until I can call it by its real name. I heard you say: "Feeling bad is a waste of time."
6.
I've stopped putting my faith in all the idols here on my record sleeves. They're too human to last as perfect symbols for what I want to be. I made homemade patches and scrawled lyrics down in permanence on my school supplies. And I'm glad didn't know then that they're the same kind of losers getting (just barely). They're just as dumb as you, just as dumb as me. They'll never be the ones coming back for me. But holding on to them helps me get to sleep. Threw myself into these songs. I made a home for myself inside of these lines. They put everything I was feeling into words that I could never seem to articulate. When the night comes closing in, when I reach for something comforting, some security. All that's left is a pile of records, and an aching that I can't explain or just shake away. Just as dumb as them, just as fucked as me. They'll never be the ones coming back for me. But holding on to them helps me get to sleep. It helps me get to sleep.
7.
Best Wishes 03:37
What the hell is wrong with me? This is the way that the story goes, not far from Lake Ontario. I said some things I didn't mean. I left some out, it kept me clean. Every fiber of my being was screaming, "You're doing the right thing." You wished me well. I promised to let you go. "Write back to the people that you love." So this is the way that the story ends, with a quiet promise that we would stay friends. And every day I reassure myself that, in that moment, I meant it. If that's the way that you're telling it, I'd prefer not to hear it. I'll wish you well in all of these unanswered letters. "Write back to the people that you love." What the hell is wrong with me?
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"Check yourself before you wreck yourself on the shores of your mistakes." It's all they ever have to say. But we'll never learn. We never had an ounce of common sense, and it's the same for all of our friends. So fuck 'em all. It's all in how you deal. They're never going to get it and we're never going to get it right. We party with the lights down low. Rabid animals, good time vikings, showing no restraint, our faces smeared with war paint. We're a raiding party, we're your last best hope. Charging into basements. Unreasonable, indignant. So fuck 'em all. We know how you feel. They're never going to get it, and you're never going to get it right. We party with the lights down low.
11.
I made a list of my thoughts. I tried to set it to music. But it was just smoke and mirrors. It didn't mean a thing. I went from home straight to work. Work, to the bus, to the bar. I stumbled home at 4am with nothing new to impart. Crumpled paper and a series of false starts. I'd rather be going nowhere than just be moving backwards. And if I'm going nowhere, I'd like to get it down in words. The real truth of it is that I'm sick of writing the same songs. It's the same sad list of complaints I'm always dragging around. I made a list of my thoughts. I tried to set it to music. But it was just smoke and mirrors. It didn't mean a thing. It's all smoke and mirrors. It'll never mean a thing. I'd rather be going nowhere than just be moving backwards. And if I'm going nowhere, I'd like to get it down in words. So when these songs are done putting the boots to us, we'll rise up, spitting teeth and blood. We're gonna dust off the last three months. We're gonna find our friends, face the summer sun and sing: "We're not beat down."
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A thousand disapproving glares, heads hung in shame over the way we live today. Nothing is so serious that it can't be postponed. You never have to lie if you don't pick up the phone. The future's made it harder to stay inside this hole. They're asking about us, and they're wondering if we're home. A thousand disapproving glares, heads hung in shame over the way we live today. Okay, I'll admit it: I'm in over my head. I don't know what the future holds. I can never pay my rent. Most nights, if I'm drinking, I'm drinking to forget. I've heard that it gets better, but it hasn't happened yet. But I guess I can't complain about the way we live today.

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released October 10, 2014

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