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What Kind of Pet Defines You?

by Werewolves

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O God I've got names for all the spiders Hanging out around my room We don't destroy those things around here We think that their lives are precious too And how they build those webs to catch Insects that I wouldn't want Getting in here anyway O I've spent so much of my adult life Getting groceries at the ideal time At 3AM no one gets too close to each other And there's hardly any lines But the only lanes they have open are self service And it makes you feel like a part of the machine And now if I go to bed when I get home I'll probably sleep through my alarm So I ignore what my body wants the most And hope I don't do too much harm But I'm filled with envy, rage and spite When I think about what my life could be like And I say "God please grant me the strength to become a morning person" (God:) Just get out of bed now you're only embarassing yourself
2.
Run as fast as you can to let the driver know you wanna get on the bus At least at some level human communication is still fairly clear to us So many identical uniforms running along with unfamilliar faces, you will never find one You could possibly recognize so pretend every jogger is on their first and last run Why do they all remind you of "They Live?" Clutching at slave-made personal devices And trying to find a sense of praxis or agency Well they should drop out of school Maybe everyone should drop out of school When from an aerial view it looks like ants on a farm Ambling masses herded into carcerial roles And emerging indebted and broken The next generation of imperial assholes Just like that man on the stage hurling sexist abuse At the women in the crowd for a joke He gets up the next day to teach political science Well he can go fuck himself, maybe all our teachers should get fucked With the mayor and the ACCPD and President Adams and the whole Walton family Now you can't stay out too late gotta be up at 6 But hey it's something, at lest you're not stuck down in the Mud and brick houses across from the towers of prestige The residents will never see the inside of And they know we'll never truly build neighbors Til we own our houses and we've toured on the West Coast We'll never figure out trust and forgiveness We're too busy chasing imaginary carrots And running in the same place like a hamster caught in a wheel Well we should all quit our jobs Maybe everyone should just quit their job And by the time you get home it feels like being in love While suffocating and trapped under a boulder We shouldn't have to cut one of our limbs off Let's move the revolutionary graffiti Out of the bathrooms so to where they can't help but see it Cuz if they ever finish that road that you walk down From the place you were alive to the fields of Purgatory They should call it "Milledge Avenue" That would definitely be the right name for it
3.
Think back when you were still true metal You knew where the raw power of music comes from No orchestration save for symphonic strings No relief from the pounding double kick drum Don't we all have this persecution complex? Don't we all sometimes long to invert the cross? Don't you want all this sadness justified? So lament the pagan rituals that we've lost But now it feels you lack focus Your aims all too diffuse Not like when you had a fetish doll With some McGuffin to chase down The story picks up the pace Discontent in the form of an artist Paint brushed skin and all Think back when you first heard twee pop Some grotesque custom found only in a foreign land North-Western Coast or across the Atlantic Who knows what power these strange voices command? Don't we all feel this seething rage? Don't we all hate what threatens the things we love? Don't we all wanna foment rebellion regardless of what the new order consists of?
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Sorry, Cube 02:15
Operator, put me through to the nearest bike cops who can come and pick me up I'm just staring at the road pondering the driver who I could give a rough day to And I'm even thinking of breaking veg to get myself a cheeseburger Cuz why not if this is all my belief system's gotten me so far I'm so past the edge it's like "What the fuck ever I'm so cold, y'all can call me Ice Cube Anybody tries to fuck with me You know the police are gonna have to come and get me"
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A.H.F.P. 03:18
Today I met the coolest kid at the used CD store He had on a band t-shirt and was talking about "Heart of Darkness" Saying it's required reading but you know that Joseph Conrad Was a bloody racist and a colonial pig He wants his lit class to assign "Things Fall Apart" But he doubts that the schoolboard here would ever let that fly Today at lunch my best friend Eric came in all upset Because the singer of our favorite band had shot himself And he was so freaked out but I just couldn't concentrate When I noticed from across the room this one kid Who just happens to be my mom's new husband's nephew I used to think he was cool but now I'm pretty sure that he does drugs He's got a Nine Inch Nails style haircut and the way that he dresses All in black, it makes me think he's gonna shoot up the school Today I had this vivid and horrible vision that Inspired me to do a painting for this competition at school It's got two hands pushing someone down a staircase In classic auteur Hitchcock perspective Into a void that stares back into the observer That's the effect that I was going for When I filled out the name on the form All I put down was "A. H. F. P." I don't spell things out anymore
6.
Rats crawl in the subway tunnels Through the filth on which they feed Water rising to the ceiling Wonder what it's like to breed Dark and musty places I have been before I traveled underground And then the vengance came I listened trying to hear the echos sound Weapons manufacturer drives home to feed The kids and wife Economic think tanks wonder what it's like To end a life As far off children, hospitals, get blown up A whole continent away The business sector in Manhattan Rings the bell on a new day I believed in monsters as a child Under my bed they hid Don't open the closet door I heard it say my name, it did My friends I just got back from this labyrinth I was trapped inside for several years I grew so lachrymose I filled the goblet up And he drank my tears This lonely minotaur who lurks there still Smoking bowls to ease his mind How he resembles me, superficially If only cuz I carry a great axe all of the time
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Sun comes up a rooster calls you on the phone Sun comes up to tell you that you're on you own As you pull yourself up by the collar One more day for one more dollar Sun goes down and night and you really feel alone So listen for the rhythm that your blood demands Listen for the beat on which your chest expands Hear the voice that bellows out What's inside of you through your mouth Swear upon the body part for which it stands Give up all your insides when you say goodbye Donate all the meat within you to the sky Angels from the heavens lift you up From whence you came Cuz every living thing on earth gets eaten when we die So talk back to the clock that has control of you Throw out all the clocks that tell you what to do Leave behind that cell phone and just ride your bike away Saying no I will not go down with the sun today Prometheus I don't know what to do If you stole fire from them then maybe I can too Prometheus it's all becoming clear it's not within our nature to be so goddamn insincere
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R.F.U.S. 03:27
The kids at the show are jumping off of the stage And landing in Pepsi ads it's Generation X Y, Z and more Security guards are getting tough and aggro While Krist Novoselic gives a lecture on anarchy To the ones who end up on the stage No one remembers how they got up there But we'll make damn sure they never wind up there again My investments need protecting I hear them pounding at tthe gates and it's blowing in the wind Now it's all tangled up in broadcast stations Clear Channel properties, BMI ASCAP licensing You'll never make it on the radio The kids are all hungry for a New Jack dress code And yeah we'll oblige them, it's all under control Reigned in at the mall We'll bury the ones that we have to Another youth revolt led by braindead procrastinators If we don't learn from the past now The wrong kind of people might learn something from it later You're lying to yourself if you still think that it will save you Wires and computers no salvation for your rebel soul Now you think we're scared cuz of your indie pages? Don't make me laugh you wouldn't know thing one about The fire that we're playing with We've got old money and legislation You've got a day job that's rapidly getting old We'll see just where you run to When the wolves are all out and you can't Hide within the fold Revolutionary Fervor Unit Shifter? Oxymoron, oxidation, bad tongue twister You're lying to yourself if you still think that it will save you Salvation is not on the internet
9.
I'm a made up soap star They call me Sassy Alexander I'm a middle name married to a beloved Childhood pet Sassy got outside one day Your neighbor's mom ran her over One life ends and in doing so Brings together two lifelong friends But how the spirit got out Running down the street Trailing blood behind it Walking up and begging for your food What kind of pet defines you? The ferret's name was Shodda Like vodka or whiskey Shodda went home with a classmate She never made it back from the winter break Chorus: What kind of pet defines you? What kind of pet defines you? What do you put up with taking care of? What would you clean up after if you had to? I knew a girl who had and iguana And a shaved head, she was punk rock and tough as nails She got a tattoo on her arm Before it was mainstream Repeat Chorus I fall asleep on a heat rock because there's no sunlight in my room
10.
They were teenagers at the same time my parents were All dressed up in frills and lace just like across the pond Making up the lesser side of the dallas fort worth hyphenation I'll show you photographs and you'll wonder what planet They were taken on But we still know all of their band names so Who will be laughing last? The Cynics, the Elite, or Larry and the Blue Notes? All your present day perspective Can't hold a candle to the past And you can still recall the ever present lacking Driving down Washington Rd wishing your city were more avant garde And you wil never hear the garages that preceded you All these tired parents make you wonder why you tried so hard So you can go into a premature burn out And contempalte heroin chic as an aesthetic choice And self sabotage your entire life just for the hell of it Wear dark sunglasses and a hat and never raise your voice Or you can just shake off all the ego investments All the social regulations and remember what you always knew There's not some authority on what art gets to be meaningful We're all in this together and I'm on the same side as you The editors of Pitchfork are all self deluded jerks That book on Belle and Sebastian was terrible The kid who reviewed your record was just 19 That isn't old enough to know shit about anything
11.
We learned so much about the past from this city How we sought it out and felt majestic in the evening air Young and alive and still impressed by tall buildings We saw the ptolemaic solar system spinning round up there And you were my passenger the whole ride home You were the music that helped me stay awake all night You were the air so thick and warm and comforting Crank the heat up when it gets cold Smother my face and I feel all right And in my sleep I still seek out your forgiveness Feel it washing over me in cold waves of submission but in my waking dreams I can absolve myself If only I had the strength So in place of the existential crises Instead of my histrionics and pretension I'll just chill out at the L3 Lagrange point On the other side of the sun You can't see me way out here No you can't see me The light obscures your vision So you will never see me No matter how hard you look And I'm still struck by those rats in the subway How their whole universe was built up by some arcane force And their indifference to the transit authority Gives me that same feeling of warmth And they can't see me way out here And they can't smell me They don't give their ass about the outside world They'll never feel the heat of the sun And we all still live together in some way

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released April 18, 2015

Wyatt Strother with...
Jay Henriques - Guitar, vocals
Ryan Moktowicz - Saxophone, vocals
Emily Green - Violin
Brian Veysey - Trumpet
Raoul de la Cruz - Trumpet
Sam Grindstaff - Vocals

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Milledge Avenue, A.H.F.P., Prometheus, and R.F.U.S. drums and bass parts co-written with Brandon Page and Patrick Goral

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