This EP was half recorded in my old apartment and half recorded at a friend's house (the same friend's house as the first EP). I remember smoking a lot of weed in that apartment and playing a lot of guitar in the walk-in closet. Still-life Actuality and I Get A's in Psych Class were recorded in that closet.
I also remember that I was obsessed with Bob Dylan around this time and when I recorded This & Those, Everybody's Wasted, and Temporary Hopegiver, I went for a heavily room-mic'd sound to try and capture the Dylan vibe...but who knows if I was even right to engineer it that way? Ha.
1…Still-life Actuality: The smartest thing to do is the smarter thing to do. // When will the sun stop coming out from behind the clouds? Send me where I know nobody. Out passed where I falter. My body lies adjacent to the wall. A simple trip to make me wander right next to the grapevine. My body lies adjacent to the wall. // A quick fix mixed up with a 1 and only dying. A mixed up quick fix with a 1 and only dying. // I don’t wanna know where this goes. I’d rather it be over.
2…This & Those: Listen to the traffic passing out the window. The rain is getting worse. The trees are breaking in twain. An exorcist stands atop a hill. The evil book in his hands. // For demons are logical creatures. Feeding on the weak is finitely interesting. // I beseech of thee demon please leave this morsel alone. Move onto the finer things. Stronger and luckier people…it’s almost as if they deserve it more. // The exorcist is a demon advisor. Sent from hell by satan itself. Yet it’s the lies of religion that feed the demon. Igniter the pyre and roast marshmallows. // For the coming end of jesus is a thing of the past. Scatter demon…let this morsel recuperate.
3…I Get A’s in Psychology Class: I told her I don’t believe in love and there’s no god above or hell below. I’m fucking stupid as I always was and I’m not exciting or worth being with. In the long run, relationships end after a few weeks. A handful of romps in the sack and it’s back to square 1. // Some time ago, the world had disappeared in the eyes of a succubus. Involuntarily my lips told her ‘I love you’. I had hung onto those words since I was a child. But the succubus thought I was a creep…a probable nutcase and treated me like something to avoid. // So…love doesn’t exist. It’s a fucking farce cuz god is love and god is just a lie we’re all born into. There’s no innocence left not one honest fucken person. Shit on the benefit of a doubt. You’ll never fucking understand cuz I don’t get to understand my life. Leave me here to rot. I’m not worthy of attention and if I could find the guts to acquiesce, I would.
4…Eye Arent: It’s all I need: panic, anxiety, worry, and sleepless days. The nights so sour. I’m beyond bitter. // When I dream, it’s silly…the things I see…all better than thinking over and over on things that I can’t change. All these things that no one can change. // So, cavernous dark take light to space and let the Earth crumble and implode. I’ve conquered her far too late, the ships have all sailed. // Don’t leave me to dream. As it stands I’m a wreck. Just this urge swelter and explode. I’ve conquered her far too late. The ships have all sailed.
5…Everybody’s Wasted: Everybody’s wasted in a well-lit, janky basement. Party til your face falls off, just in case your face falls off. Everybody’s wasted. // Everybody’s wasted in a backyard bonfire binging. Let’s forget our best intentions. Let’s forget what brought us here. Everybody’s wasted. // Everybody’s wasted in another janky basement. Don’t forget to lose your mind, just in case you lose your mind. Everybody’s wasted. // Everybody’s wasted. Get me drunk quick, I can’t take it. I won’t remember anything. I won’t remember going too far.
6…Temporary Hopegiver: It’s not enough to break thru. The spider on the wall must die. A beginning to end as if nothing happened. // If it was it would be but it’s obviously not. The writing on the wall misread. It’s beginning to feel like it’s all for a reason. // Give up, don’t try anymore. Quit lying to yourself. You’re missing out. You’re missing out on your future. // It’s impossible to try if it’s natural. The ulterior landscape is all around. A snoity imperfection lets no one inside. // Believe in yourself cuz there’s no one convincing you to keep on. But, they’re absolutely sure that it’s all for a reason. // Give up, don’t try anymore. Quit lying to yourself. You’re missing out. You’re missing out on your future.