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Meets Gruesome

by Poet Named Revolver

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1.
Side A 14:42
Ex-Meadows burning up outside so I'm screaming at the sun running for your life you almost killed someone The skin is black on the back of his neck the stars are swelling up they're coming off their tracks I don't wanna die I don't wanna die like this please forgive them they don't know what they did Your friends are dead there's nothing to trace that look of panic coming cross your face your things are gone there's nothing to protect the last thing you see is the sun go out Cicadas For my false true love They came down down in droves into our windows in our homes and they filled my mouth for I could not scream They flew off off with my girl to eat through her eyes I had to shoot her I had to shoot her back down I had to bury her deep I could not stand I could not stand their terrible sound Churches filled with half eaten corpses they dropped cars on our houses and I'm overcome gnash out your teeth bite off your tongue they crawled up into the women and the unborn were consumed They flew off off with my girl I had to shoot her back down I had to shoot her they made ominous shapes in the sky piss on the prophets and the good book too Post-War Pop The flames drove the bats from their tower they fled for to fill the trees to flap scratch and scream the city died out below abandoned or sold what's lost is lost It's time to build the fountains It's time for monuments Gypster I fear I've lived here too long lately the feeling is less a swelling than a sinking If brother Jack were here as I recall him words and all the haunted things that laid upon him when he dressed to his best to go to bed with the burdens left now he can hardly move S. Gallatin I know I've had enough when Gallatin would offer it up Oh, come consolation stable circumstance
2.
Side B 15:20
Hate I was walking outside was falling down slow as some sick still clung to my throat, my mouth, and stomach I wallowed and rattled my teeth in the leaves by the time he had knocked her up I was asleep What did I do to make you feel so much better than you should this is the last time I try cause I don't care I don't care I don't care why don't you give something back did I show too much interest in what you say there's that look I there's that look I hate I dare you We'll engineer we'll take it out we'll take it out we'll take it out make a new you we'll make it better than the last than the last I dare you Goner I've gotta get back to my baby's arms let her hold me close oh I never would leave I will always want her near oh my love my darling dear I knew that I'd never had love before was sure that it's fire was meant to be warm I will always want her near oh my love my darling dear better hold it tight better do it right or I'll be a goner Georgia Car Wreck On the pavement there's a wreck in the rain breath in the sulfur airbag the dust sticks to your cuts lying in the rain on the highway Caleb's feeling pumped picking up the car and throwing it over his head over his head over his head The churchgoers and their invalid son they don't seem upset the kid stares blankly at the site of the crash and Caleb throws it over his head over his head Are you ok In the Very Bed A kiss on the back in the very bed and when you're up you get a kiss on the head take comfort fast hang a sign around your neck while we are young and able yet with fists to the ribs of it My hands they won't stay level or else they would be filled with fallen teeth I might beat this all back if I could only hold them still with fists to the ribs of it Sorry Son, Dogs Die I live with what is left the floor as a bed One more time before they kill him before they kill him caught his legs as they slipped from the side We went along across the tops of the buildings Lee said I don't know what I think of this When I look too long too close I feel my chest could collapse I climbed from the trap she was the kind I never wanted

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A.

Ex-Meadows
Cicadas
Post-War Pop
Gypster
S. Gallatin

B.

Hate
Goner
Georgia Car Wreck
In the Very Bed
Sorry Son, Dogs Die

credits

released March 1, 2007

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TJ Richards
Stephen Molyneux
Lee Noble
Caleb Steelman
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Recorded by Zachary Gresham at Scoliosis
Mastered by John Baldwin
Nashville, TN
2007
Nailbat Tapes NBT006
No Kings NK50
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TR - vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, harmonica, mandola, bass, percussion
SM - vocals, electric guitar, mountain dulcimer, mandolin, soprano melodica, autoharp, percussion
LN - vocals, bass, banjo, chord organ, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, percussion
CS - drums, trombone, bowed banjo, concertina, zither

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Poet Named Revolver Nashville, Tennessee

TJ Richards
Stephen Molyneux
Lee Noble
Caleb Steelman

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