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Psalms to Strip to

by Curfews

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Andrew Bess Just a killer rock record and another example of the greatest of the Marquette diy scene Favorite track: Trophy Case.
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1.
A circle of trees surrounds a field of weeds And a crooked chimney guards The bones of a Midwest home Who's burnt frame is a trellis growing And up climb their vines Slumped shoulders of giants Golden violence and peace burnt to a crisp Smoke haunts the clothes Abandoned in the chest of drawers But what's left when the meaning is not? What's left when the meaning is not? What's left when the meaning is not? What's left when the meaning is not?
2.
A life turned ugly From too much living A life turned so ugly A life turned so In the Spring When the world is ill Fury and blind will Consumes everything In the Spring When the world is ill Fury and blind will Consumes everything A life turned ugly Can hardly see through the trees A life turned so ugly The leaves they surround me A life turned so ugly It turns me a sickly green In the Spring When the world is ill Fury and blind will Consumes everything In the Spring When the world is ill Fury and blind will Consumes everything
3.
Paint the walls back to white And pack the boxes tight And all that we leave are borrowed clothes And roses drying upside down Sun starts shining on the dawn of a new age And I start saying bitter things I thought I'd never say Yesterday's flowers wilting in the vase Can you still look at me the same? Can you still look at me the same? I don't know Do you? Do me a favor before you go Turn the thermostat low There's no use in wasting the heat When no one's home Mildew's growing on the fruit that you'd been saving Don't push back that special occasion There's no use in rotting too 'Cuz when the future's not quite what you thought Then why should you assume you'd be somewhere you're not? I don't know Do you? Do me a favor before you go Turn the thermostat low There's no use in wasting the heat When no one's home Paint the walls back to white And pack the boxes tight And all that we leave are borrowed clothes And roses drying upside down
4.
Torn Pocket 03:18
We cut the pieces ourselves And somehow wound up with the least Happy to starve for any old cause, any old cause No matter how lost With every foothold found a revelation is forgotten Shiny fallen coins from a torn pocket With every foothold found a revelation is forgotten Shiny fallen coins from a torn pocket As we scale the masonry walls to ivory clouds An unnatural rivalry sprung up within me Between the soft lips of bliss, oh bliss And truth's emory cloth With every foothold found a revelation is forgotten Shiny fallen coins from a torn pocket With every foothold found a revelation is forgotten Shiny fallen coins from a torn pocket We cut the pieces ourselves And knew damn well how small they could get We're happy to starve for any old cause, any old cause No matter how lost
5.
Sneaking through the window despite the unhinged door There's no guard on duty or spotlight on the yard Even those dogs are sleeping, they couldn't hear an anvil fall So roll the car out in neutral with the engine off So I'm unrolling fence and mounting alarms Painting stripes on my clothtes Putting bars on the doors But I'm still sneaking out the window To play cards with the guards To give treats to the dogs To make sure my car is parked
6.
There is a great power In the irresistible force of love I read that once As I sold fireworks In a Walmart parking lot As my pale skin caught the sun And I intently listened As wheels pushed cars Through wild summer winds And bands of plastic flags Start rustling There is no smoking For at least ten feet American Rising TNT
7.
Trophy Case 03:00
God came down to apologize to my face All this wrong, well, it's embarrassing To make up he gathered the villains who wronged me Their heads sunk low as they unroll their tongues And one by one They say I was Destined for a lack of appreciation My story will live on forever In a trophy case made my specifications I don't know how you believed that You had the devil on his knees It's the oldest trick conceived I don't know how you believed that You had the devil on his knees It's the oldest trick conceived Come on ya baby One by one They say I was Destined for a lack of appreciation My story will overextend its stay In a musty trophy case in the basement

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released July 29, 2022

Recorded and engineered by Mike Maple

Guitar, vocals, lyrics - Corey Sustarich
Drums, bass, noise - Nick Erickson
Guitar, vocals, production - Mike Maple
Writing Credit - Dave Daignault

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