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The Giving Tree EP

by Tundra

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1.
My Friend Rusty 03:16
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In this cracked rearview mirror I find myself lost and my cheeks like this car they are tainted with rust and with rusty lines once drilled so deep in my head but my quill's feather's and my inkwell is dead and it's dry like the desert I've built in my room so I'll burn the den drain the pen flee from the womb so I'll Burn the den Drain the pen Flee from your womb (Screamed at ending) Your comfort Suffocates me Makes you hate me Your cushioning asphyxiates me Makes you Hate me I'm over heated (×whatever)
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I was never asleep. 03:43
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As the sun rose above the hilltops even earlier on the chronological map of each passing day, brighter, more significant, and more clearly radiant than he had seen in a very long time, or at least since he’d last opened his eyes during the daylight hours, he felt lost in a new world inherently different from the nights he habitually, if not obsessively, lurked in and leeched from in the hopes that he too, like Edgar Allan Poe or Lovecraft, could capture the darkest point already available to the human conscious and put them on display like the script of a Twilight Zone episode, for like the Twilight Zone, his work was not black and white for necessity, but for affect. Nocturnalism-Blessing or curse-Can I-Can I-Be alive in the day as night-Please -Allow me darkness only when needed-I’ve done nothing-I will do nothing-Unless I have the cover of shadows As the moon creeps above the snowbanks even earlier along the chronological map of the sleeping hours, fuller, more pale, and more clearly radiant than he had felt it in far too long, or at least since he’d made the faulty decision to open his eyes during the daylight hours, he felt blanketed by a kind of clarity inherently different from the days he desperately, if not grudgingly, waded through and fed in the hopes that he too, like the Businessmen and the joyful workers, could capture the lightest points and make them as available to his consciousness as the script of a Twilight Zone episode, though like the Twilight Zone, his work was not dark for necessity, but for affect.
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Eraser Burns 03:34
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4.
Birth of a Sad, Sad Lion 04:02
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Trapped in my head and I can’t get out and I know this is a cliche all poets of note and many of no mention at all are trapped I am not alone in this predicament I am a comrade but that is no great comfort if the war we fight is between purposefully sad or wastingly happy changing nothing waking up from that safe pretend euphoria and going numb My cold bride, My dark eyed post-love, My late friend, Do you feel when you write your poems about some mysterious ‘him’ that dumped you via the telephone before putting his crude inebriated tongue and bittersweetly sober heart on tape? Did you ever feel me or was I the totem for your pretend euphoria? Did you wake up In my bed and go numb from the night before’s pretend euphoria? Was I a little boy? Lonely and longing for a semblance of control? If that’s the case only you can say for sure and you were a doll in my dollhouse I could not see my grip on you or yours on me I’d had sex before, as you know but never with the meaning you gave to it In my childish heartfelt delusion our pubescent lovemaking was mature we were adults, you said but me I had just been born

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Our debut EP, The Giving Tree, is a cluster of four songs about giving and giving and giving till you have nothing left to give. These songs are intended to be raw explanations of destructive selflessness. The pain of trying to love and failing.

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released August 19, 2014

Brad Nixon: Bass
Ethan Leaver: Guitar
Duncan Nobile: Drums
Angus Pratt: Vocals and mood swings

Recorded at Secret Warehouse Studios by Robert Campbell and Brad Nixon
Special thanks to Carl at The Minor Chord in Littleton, MA for his generous donation of studio/recording space

Art by Angus Pratt and inspired by the work of Shel Silverstein

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Previously called Pvt. Practice

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