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Tremulous

by Western Addiction

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Berms and swales crest without care Clutch sacred vessels, throw salt in the air Screaming horse under tremulous mass These near missives shall come to pass Think it’s time, you and I, headed out Before the strata flex and widow’s might offer drought But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss Conspire to concede humility and grace Come land, come sea, come air or fire When fissures cleft, tigers and diamonds Swallowed intact, we can extract retribution For the clemency, the awkward, the hungry But the clatter and the hiss of all that is amiss With self entitlement and pangs Persistent premonitions and spastic fits of reason Conspire to concede humility and grace I guess I thought this wouldn’t happen I regret being such a terrible person I had a feeling Humanize the proceedings As bedlam Succumbs To order But the clatter and the hiss, no time to reminisce Kiss the boys and clutch the kids and with a Promissory bid to step from the grid Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me Where worldly possessions they can’t mock me They mock me They mock me They’re laughing They mock me
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I kissed a man who was sick Lesions and a back full of cysts Fell prone unto the purple dawn We came to get it on Goldmine in the mirror Human wrecks and petulant neckers But I see it so clearly Feel love and I want to be near ya We’re just a family of boys And it’s fine, if anyone joins Can’t tell if you’re kind or curious Shirk burdens and that’s the end of us Mister party, yield your person I’m no monster, but no man can stop me We’re just a family of boys And it’s fine, if anyone joins I won’t go for a powder We’re relentless, and we’re getting louder We’re getting louder
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How can you prance about Knowing some go without The world feels like a horror movie And I know… There’s a bomb in Gilead Once a salve but now a rash Soft pelf and witchymen Stray voltage from high command Daywalkers through the golden ghettos Sweet Williams for the Fertile Crescent Pinioning for crystal herons You’re walking bags of meat And your life means nothing How can you prance about Knowing some go without The world feels like a horror movie And I know that you’re hurting I live by code without moral and honor Inappropriate dress and conduct I work for Division of Wealth Search for treasures at the expense of others I dreamt the intangible Prefabricate the unmemorable Minstrel shows for deafened jays Splayed the fog with fluttering blades Every aspect of human life has been monetized and outsourced A chemical haze lilts the great circle Our memories thin with excellent reason Battledress and discrete worlds How can you prance about Knowing some go without The world feels like a horror movie And I know that you’re hurting How can you prance about Knowing some go without The world feels like a horror movie And I know you’re hurt
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Taedium 03:13 video
Haunters, and the semi-divine say the same thing every time Corpulent, and partly thick, every day is a parlor trick Porcine, wonders abound, burn the hogs with cholera Whip the flesh, of the amber mare, ‘til the cavalcade stops and stares Fractals, ride the grime, how can this not be a crime Ecocide, we continue to hew, when nature just might thrash you Hurried and harassed, steel to stone and metal to flesh They can kill you but they can’t eat you Godlets they can mistreat you Dark paths, oh please just once So tired, haven’t slept in months Tireless, inoculation Spreading debt, humiliation Pitched hot, right into the wreckage Picked the glass from their faces And you were sick of war, how can you forget You were once dealt the hand of death Sorrow, from the marrow, why can’t you be decent They can kill you but they can’t eat you Godlets, they can mistreat you You’re cynical is what they say How could there be any other way? I weathered this misfortune Cold smoke and a shot in the locker Ring kissers time to strip your wealth When we lift our brothers, we lift ourselves They will kill you and then they’ll eat you Godlets, they will defeat you You’re cynical is what they say How could there be any other way? Without distractions, I need distractions Distractions, paralyzed by desperation Distractions, anything to stave mutation Distractions I’ll take that action I’ll take that action He’ll take that action I’ll take that action Distractions
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Ditch Riders 03:12
We’ll show them but they don’t know we exist Leathered boys in the security of darkness Vernal lambs and the dogs of night Play our jams in the broad daylight Run this town, I’m the lord of the hicks I know both kinds of music I ride the C for an entire song My golden harem, help me sing along Ditch riders, methamphetamines You can’t stop the cowboy king My voice is as good as Dylan’s Brought joy to tens of hundreds Won the Flying Cross, you were still in bed They say you only live once I’ve died a thousand deaths Ditch riders, methamphetamines You can’t stop the cowboy king High sierra, skies of blue Whispering pines, remind me of you High sierra, skies of blue Whispering pines, remind me of you Skies of blue, reminds of you Ditch riders, methamphetamines Ditch riders, methamphetamines You can’t stop the cowboy You can’t stop the cowboy You can’t stop The cowboy king The cowboy king The cowboy king The cowboy king
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I was a white feather Hell-bent for leather Brutish hammerhead Got loose for bread And phrenetic pleasure I threw fits and starts, writhen Made ghosts, sought decay, raze Bad math, bad meth, night born A little wretch and easy makes I was told to act like a miracle But I’m a total disgrace I planned on holding my head high But I lost my way I was a brittle weeper A trill believer Hacksaw haircut And ill-fitting clothes But I’m no honeycreeper Live wrong, live long, prowling Sacred charge, small mercies, fraught Uneasy and unclean, wary I stalk divine beasts I was told to act like a miracle But I’m a total disgrace I planned on holding my head high But I lost my way Unfaithful Come in close Altarpiece Welcome home I was told to act like a miracle But I’m a total disgrace I planned on holding my head high But I lost my way Have you ever met yourself? I was insufferable I tried to live like an honest man But it’s a closing circle
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Chipper, I’ll put you in one Nurse please, this is serious Smooth jazz is tough to calibrate Oh that’s interesting Damn it don’t speak when I’m talking Decay soothes poverty, keeps us rich Righteous lighting reels around us We could share in every abscess Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man I want to be normal, for you But I can’t Ignorance just short of brash Paralyzing angelic grace This infected face must be heaven Small talks, grand mutilations Scheduling carnal consultations Oh please, mention the weather, I dare you Righteous lighting reels around us We could share in every abscess Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man I want to be normal, for you But I can’t I’m gonna hurt your feelings, under bright lights Blood mist dances, above your pinball eyes Hit the gas, let’s get gone Oh rot, come on Righteous lighting reels around us We could share in every abscess Barbaric bliss, I’m a broken man I want to be normal, for you But I can’t
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Red Emeralds 01:46
She don’t believe in Parisian gore Riled states are uncalled for That’s for creeps and irrational youth Nature won’t allow unspoken truths Roman wolves and classy boys Get in line to be destroyed Balladeer, you can chant royal These red emeralds, they scream recoil You can have my love, you can have my life Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme She don’t believe in Parisian gore She don’t believe in Parisian gore You can have my love, you can have my life Je suis ton ami et je suis ta femme With a hatchet face and a ruddy cuss When you have nothing, you still have us
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Human sacrifice and ritual suicide Humming bars of white light Sungrazed, dull orange eyes Fat war maggots pile ‘em high We worship an altered being False idols for the callow and clean Sweet reason set in amber Hellkites, man the tanneries Wolf jaws, bathed in light Stayers crept the fever ward Pristine systems for teeming hordes We worship an altered being False idols for the callow and clean Fire gaps for the in-between Wirra and grain for the warily Humming bars of white light Human sacrifice
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The Rockery 02:50
I’m terrified to pierce the sky Then sit at home and wonder why Preoccupied with vanity and wealth Well my body, attacks itself Memories make you clutch your babies Thank the Lord that we have the rockery Collapse, unto the earthen floor Think you’re heavy, I highly doubt it Try walking through a pandemic You’re gonna care where eagles dare Decompose, see how you fare Memories make you clutch your babies Thank the Lord that we have the rockery Collapse, unto the earthen floor And it feels like none of this works The quiet weight of snow or church In the town known for soul Warm sun and rock and roll Forefathers sang the blues Three mothers paced the room Ghost cowboys, they glide the range As serious as prayers on a plane Gone slight as you clutch the cart Feel shame, as you’re torn apart Collapse, unto the earthen floor Memories make you clutch your babies Thank the Lord that we have the rockery Cause those families don’t live here anymore
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Gusts of filth slit the wintry air We stood where trains won’t even dare When the call comes in you know What’s going on in that home Wrote you a letter ‘cause life is precious You were homeward bound Toward the sound of silence Stuck here under April skies Old friend, you’re between planets And it doesn’t… Sound good like music in a record store Feel warm like someone you never felt before I miss your look of intensity East and West and what “Emma” means Boys and girls of D.I. What it truly means to be kind But it doesn’t… Sound good like music in a record store Feel warm like someone you never felt before I made your mother cry when you went away It’s the day after the perfect day Everything’s telling me that he’s gone You say you’re here but you aren’t Red cloaks and wistful faces All rise for the ever-restless I guess I always knew That this would happen to you And you’d see it through And it doesn’t… Sound good like music in a record store Feel warm like someone you never felt before Made your mother cry when you went away It’s the week after the perfect day Made your mother cry when you went away And there are no more perfect days

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On this recording, Western Addiction is: Jason Hall - Vocals / Ken Yamazaki - Guitar / Tony Teixeira - Guitar / Tyson Annicharico - Bass / Chad Williams - Drums

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released March 10, 2017

Produced by Joey Cape. Mixed by Matt Bayles. Engineered by Ian MacGregor and Joey Cape. Mastered by Ed Brooks. Music recorded at Russell’s Teapot in Los Angeles. Vocals recorded at Motor Studios in San Francisco. Additional engineering by Manny Nieto, Ryan Massey, and Scott McChane. Graphic design - Sergie Loobkoff. Album coordinator – Chad Williams. Backing vocals by Tony, Ken and Joey.

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Western Addiction Oakland, California

Since forming in 2003, WA has defied easy categorization, and new album Frail Bray finds them slipping further beyond the confines of hardcore. Listen closely and hope sneaks in, but the point of view isn’t the only thing that’s different. WA's attack has grown more nuanced, the band crafting songs that comfortably draw from a wide swath of rock ’n’ roll while retaining punk’s ferocity. ... more

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