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husk

by King Buzzard

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kal sit beautiful arrangements which lower your guard just enough for ryley to pull at your heart strings like the lyrical marionettist he is. i can't wait for a follow up Favorite track: process.
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1.
i'm so sick 01:52
i'm so tired of not loving you and carving splinters out of wood they've been living in my back and ripping through my shoes i'm so sick of loving you
2.
explain 03:23
all i know is this city sucked the smooth out of my skin leaving nothing much more than poison in the streets things get darker and strange when i'm standing in range a satellite ridding through my brain feeling fuzzed out and cool sour eyelids power tools but i wonder if you wonder about me all alone is insane i saw fit to complain i bellyache cause i'm hungry woopdie-doo i don't wanna sound too messianic but i think i've found a solution for all of this my eyes project unyielding white light i can explain words don't seem to escape i'm all glue stick and tape sycophantic bottom feeder it's all the same empty wallet empty mind out of water out of time i feel the devils finger poking in my back when we were closer i caved you were kinder and brave i was wreaking little havocs in yer hair then you took off for good and i figured i would keep caving and raising little hells
3.
edmonton 03:14
despite always waiting was a means to have some fun but under the table hid a gun ever antiquated but underlyingly unsure of choices that she makes insecure so she cooks she loads and she shoots but the belt around her arm chokes her life out like a noose the belt around her arm is absolute maternal intentions absorb just like a sponge dried out expectations in the sun and under the table where the loaded gun was kept let me take your place now and deflect so she takes the gun she loads the gun she loves the gun she loathes the gun rested in her palm with her finger on but she's hesitating
4.
yer cellphone seemed to sharpen every time a call came through past nine but you never knew a call to be a cleaver at last until you picking up would bleed yer ear i know that you can't speak to all the times we fucked away in twisted sheets and fresh green juice but you gotta admit it's felt a bit like zeno's paradox or a tiny little taste of bitter thoughts i don't want to save the world anymore i just hope i can save myself i'm a masturbatory over-thinker i truly love the way yer wrists were twistin' when you'd dance within the jar where you reside and yer fingers were shaping signals that you'd finally let go to separate the part of you i know there's no room for animals but service dogs so take a hike or learn to walk it off yer cellphone seemed to sharpen every time i call i know that you can't speak to all the times we fucked i truly love the way i could twist yer wrists half full empty it's all the same drink to me
5.
vivadixie 03:22
i've been hiding behind a piece of wood and some slicker words than most people ought to listen to maybe i know that and this is a consequence of more of a sad and lonely me among my friends and family oh someone peel me off bless you vivadixie why don't you go bend something else because we both know i'm such a chore i've been painting my love in fewer strokes and sleeping on the floor since your suicide in montreal so tell me to get lost and i'll pretend like i was there in the first place just let me have my moment to regret cause i'm the smoking gun the violet moon i'm a monster truly clipping off my claws can't change me i suspect a softer spell will release me if there's one thing i'm good at it's blaming trees when i can't breathe if there's one thing i'm good at it's blaming god when i can't see if there's one thing i'm good at it's blaming you for leaving me
6.
process 05:03
every day seems to be another process of forgiveness forget a way to conceive petty thoughts mind yer business i hate the place wherein you lead i feel calmer through conviction tongue in knots known disease save yer facts gimme fiction take my hand on the wheel fighting frost winter commitment can't feel my ears my toes or the love wonder where it went i'm staring straight between yer ears but can't hear you whisper listed regrets and our miles of road over the years are now but thoughts through wistful cigarettes i know you wore me well but if only yer name was safer in my mouth it breaks my back to know you killer sleep it off break me down cause lord i know i've learned to stay gold
7.
august 1616 04:25
there's some stuff in my sink that i don't wanna clean i've been chewing on matches since you chose to leave i've been afraid of photos and where they might lead so i'm stuck swiping lighters when the lights go out i get angry and i just want to turn them on when the lights go out i get angry and i just wanna make you comfortable there's a whistle through these gap toothed streets and i don't want to lose it now i wasted all my data on you and i'm tryin' not to lose it now if i could keep my fingers off this thing i wouldn't be such a loser now if i could hold a candle to yer new boyfriend i'd set him on fire for breaking yer water i hope yer father knew

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released July 16, 2017

produced by Kalio Sittlinger and Ryley Epp
mixed and engineered by Kalio Sittlinger
mastered by James Dunsmore

Eric Moran played electric guitar and sang harmonies on most every song
Brett James Lindsay played drums on cell sharpened and process
Lucas Thompson played bass on i'm so sick and explain

art and design by Ariane Lapointe-Auger

all songs written and performed by King Buzzard
additional writing credits to Eric Moran

recorded at The Ditch 4488 in Vancouver, BC during february of two thousand seventeen

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