S​/​T LP

by Warm Thoughts

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released 18 December 2012

Elliot Babin - Vocals/Drums/Guitars
Matt Ebert - Bass
Recorded and Produced by Alex Estrada at Earth Capital Studios

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Track Name: Tire Swing
Stared at the tire swing, where I first felt alive.
Let em know what it will take to be a man.
Feeling nostalgic to the point where you feel sick.
Let em know what it will take to be a man.

It's just the rivets on your jeans
that are keeping you from falling asleep
and as far as the eye can see
there's still sleeping bag vacancies.
Track Name: E. Coli
E. Coli broke out in the food court and that mall shut down after all the reports.
Movie theaters weren't attended and all the tenets got evicted.
That's what that used to be. That's where that used to be.

So let your empires burn and learn to live and learn.
Build stepping stones out of paper plates,
I would hop across and meet you half way.

Your muscle memory fails and you haven't learned to love yourself.
Maybe then, we can rebuild mine.
Maybe then, we can rebuild yours too.

So let your empires burn and learn to live and learn.
Build stepping stones out of paper plates,
I would hop across and meet you half way
Track Name: Post-Coital Tristesse
I found a new home between a neck and a collarbone.
And I've hung my photos from the ear lobes.

But this place is always snowed in, its gets claustrophobic and I never know why. The house you know is crumbling and ceilings are leaking and I never know why.

We've got a broken AC, the hinges they creek, and I continue to sign the lease.
Track Name: Dirty Dishes & The Mold
Studied for your driving test
With your father through the prison visit window.
He'd show you the way of the open road.
Signing signals through the glass,
Good luck from your dear old dad.

Like the dirty dishes in your sink,
And the way they haunt you.
Like the mold in your room
And the way it makes you too sick to move.

It's the puke on your shoes,
Scar tissue reminder for you.
Track Name: Cul De Sac
The time when the house you grew up in is referred to as "your parents house" again. And soon you'll find, you wont be back to visit the house for the summer time, youll be all moved on.

And the block that you made your friends on is now just another street. And the cul de sac where you learned to ride a bike is now another inconvenient street.

The time when the house you grew up in becomes your own because people come and go.
Track Name: Bug Flipper
By the time I made it home, the garden had turned to weeds and everyone who lived there was becoming unhappy. I want to move all the snails and flip over every bug thats stuck on its back but I'm fucking powerless and thats okay.

Its okay to ask for help sometimes. Its okay to laugh at yourself all the time because even if you're the feeder of every bird in the neighborhood, you're still a symbiotic wreck like the rest of us left here.

The slide held up to the light, the place I never want to come back to.
Track Name: Backstock
Somebodies got to work backstock on Christmas Eve. Hangers squeak across the racks to the holiday classics and you can't help but feel that tonights just another night.

Its nice to know theres always backstock to fall back on. There are no professionals, there are only people who know things that we don't. Its that feeling of familiar that never returns.
Track Name: Rom Com
When your life is a rom com but you havent laughed in too long and you're getting tired of quirky outings and dinners.

When you're watching the credits to the things you haven't seen yet and you're feeling reluctant about the future.

When you make it to the other side of the hill, will you tell me if that grass is green still? Because you cant say take care more than once. Because you cant say good luck more than twice. Because you cant say I'll see you soon enough times.
Track Name: Self-Loathing
I didn't have the heart to tell you. I didn't have the lines to convince you. I didn't have the brain to understand and thats why I need you more than ever because I'll take it personally every time. Wanna smash every mirror in every bathroom of your house because you're ashamed of who is always looking back? Wanna smear mud on every surface reflections bounce off of? You dont have to look, you could always live inside. And thats why, we never looked at you, because the self-loathing never stops and its tying you in knots. Its tying you in square knots you'll never undo. We'll never learn to see things for what they are.