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released July 7, 2017

Recorded in Andover, MA and Easthampton, MA
Engineered by Skyler Lloyd

Sam Brivic - guitar
Max Goldstein - drums
Andrew Jones - bass
Skyler Lloyd - guitar, vocals

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Kimaya Diggs - vocals on "Piles and Piles"
Bill Goldstein - vibraslap
Brittany Brideau and Meryl Shultz - vocals on "Big O"

Released in 2017 by Sad Cactus Records

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Track Name: Myth Of Slop
if I had a clue what my body needs
I’d dress my plate with something green
til my ass is blue & appendages rot
I’ll fill my trough for $2.70

if I’m staying enthused with what i’ve got
what keeps me alive becomes my favorite thing
At what point am I too a pile of that stuff
A heaping mound is all I could hope to be

i don’t assume that i’m alright
i only assume that everything is slime

if i’m a cartoon what makes you not?
what good is a ripe but pulpless human being?
when we live according to the myth of slop
How sweet we find the gloriously smeared mess in between

i don’t assume that i’m alright
i only assume that everything is slime
Track Name: Total Problem
On the outer edge
Spiraling through
All the positive traits i’ve forgotten
All my common sense
What is it worth
All my common sense
it comes and it goes

Where are all of my things
Where is my attitude or my empathy
What are these empty palms
What are these two feet straddling the double yellow

All of my intent
What is it worth
I’m a soggy and prude impersonator
All of my intent
What is it worth
All of my intent
It comes and it goes

Where are all of my things
Where is my attitude or my empathy
What are these empty palms
What are these two feet straddling the double yellow

All my common sense
All of my intent

Will we keep saying eventually?
What a mess
Track Name: Aqua
Intend to be sculpting life by intentional things
Pulling instead toward an ugly being
Keeping time while an other times too
Hardly staying in tune

Eventually if we two can be aligned I don’t believe it
But wouldn’t that make things simple
Instead it seems I’ve been tuned to be intolerant
Of anything but my own impression

Is that as lazy as it seems?
Wouldn’t it suck to be that way to my favorite few
Wouldn’t it suck to do nothing
Apparently not, apparently not apparent enough to break or make

me use my insight
whether i’m trying or not would be
irrelevant if i’m losing all my closest friends to my head
Will i decide or just complain?
I’m wide awake
I'm just regressing

Is that as lazy as it seems?
Wouldn’t it suck to be that way to my favorite few
Wouldn't it suck to do nothing
Apparently not, apparently not apparent enough to break or make

Is that as lazy as it seems?
Wouldn’t it suck to think i’m already too far
if competing thoughts complete me I do not believe it
i know i’m wrong
i just forgot
oh, just forget it
Track Name: Or Something
Isn’t it great and alarming too
The shapes we fold into
The shapes we fold into
All the while, very eager to fold again
And unfold in time
Is it any better to look at
The shapes we fold into
The shapes speak

It must have been a while
Judging by the weeks
Collected as dust on my bedsheets
Oh the mess I’m made into
Making a mess of all my time
Watching it go

Try the opposite
Overflow from the brim
Running all around misplacing pieces
O What’s left to use?
Dried up and dull
Just like that
I barely notice

But what moment is this?
A moment of peace
Why can’t it arrive slowly and sweetly?
O the stillness is ruined
by ears ringing loud
Just like that
I barely notice

Isn’t it great and alarming too
The shapes we fold into
The shapes we fold into
All the while, very eager to fold again
And unfold in time
Is it any better to look right through
The shapes we fold into
The shapes speak
Or something
Track Name: Piles And Piles
It takes such a long time to move
it takes longer to fall asleep
waiting for eyelids to close
ventilating at the nose
keeping track of the moon
what more can you do with counted sheep
how steep the climb tends to look
how level the ground when you forget to notice
atop you forget to

stay a little while
stay as if there was not a reason to run about
stay a little while
stay at least until you're needed
stay a little while
stay adrift among everything, watch it swim around
stay a little while
stay akin to the background

A dozen moves
a dozen more to make in a moment or two
which dozen should you choose?
how many more could you find if you looked?
accumulating piles and piles and piles
do you carry them from miles away
do you trek as far as you can
will you turn around to see what has turned, what has turned
will you wish that you had

stayed a little while
stayed as if there was not a reason to run about
stay a little while
stay at least until you're needed
stay a little while
stay adrift among everything, watch it swim around
stay a little while
stay akin to the background


Imagine
imagine that it all were to go, were to go
what would it mean then?
isn’t it bleak that in time, yes, it will
does it make you freeze
does it turn you around, and around and around
isn’t it impossible to live and to
contemplate it as it looms as it looms as it looms
aren’t you clinging to your bones aren’t your bones clinging too
aren’t you glad to be around for an instant
aren’t you?
what a privilege that we could

stay a little while
stay a little while
stay a little while
stay
but rarely do

will I strain to remember how this felt?

hoping to open wide and collect the scent
still i toss it around and ask it "what next?"

will I strain to remember how this felt?
Track Name: O Translucent Animal
How do you get around?
What slime do you use?
Are you inspired to move?
Or will you wait for a breeze?
Banana peel?
To slide you along from under
If I’m like you
Mysterious slug looking back in the mirror
What is my spine to do?
Stir this slush anatomy?
Writhe it around?
Or make it read as something that can hold it’s own weight
I couldn’t imagine it so
but I imagine myself anyway
I just imagine me slow and low

Is that unhealthy to do?
Isn’t the life of a slug swell?
Look at you frowning too
What shape would you choose, O translucent animal?
A perfect sphere?
Isosceles triangle?
Don’t you know I would see right through that form in a minute?
Sure looks a lot like a pile of goo
Posing as something whole
Doesn’t it seem impossible to be content ignoring that shape?
I couldn’t imagine it so
Should I imagine myself as if I hold a nice shape?
Or would it be better to look the other way?
Then what would it matter if I’m a line or anything more?

Is it time to
Look the other way
Wouldn’t that be cool
Track Name: Big O
How would I ever know?
I don't know
How would I know?
Track Name: Circular Gaze
Get a fresh pull through the bulkhead
It keeps me pumping
I’ve been playing all the same songs for a dog upstairs
What’s news?
I've seen nothing else

Loop it over and over and again
To lose my place in the round
Reaming holes in my shoes with my board FX
Loop it over and over and again
Just to hear something else

Am I facing the round
Am I going deaf
Put my face to the ground
Just to smell something else

Erasing all my plans formed for a bright space
It keeps me humble
I’d be better off with eyes closed than a nose upturned
What’s news?
I’ve seen nothing else

Loop it over and over and again
To lose my place in the round