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Tyranny Garden

by Ubasute

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1.
Indian Giver 02:53
You have me frequently checking the front desk to see if your letter came through “Sorry mister, maybe tomorrow?” All that time spent pacing up and down the hall, checking my watch Wondering why I let you have such a strangle hold on me We can dine in the banquet together, and make fake smiles at the guests Thanking our host for letting us be here We toast to his rise, yet pray for his fall We get born into this role, life created without consent And I don’t know who he is, but I still have that rush of anger at the site of his name That bastard son that grew into the man I am today harbors all that resentment My mother raised me on disappointment My father raised me to reject affection I can lie here and open myself and be ignored For I am no one special Just a child that grew into a man of burden
2.
Snow Bride 02:01
I never meant to threaten you with heaven In the cold you could cling onto me and split a flask Muttering about the weather In the heat I could come home to you, lying on the couch With your feet on the head rest in front of a fan Fainting there, looking at me with desperate eyes, thinking I could help It’s a fantasy I wouldn’t mind coming home to I’ve seen Aries rise, give birth to fruit, deadly to eat Then I became part of something I feared, left to die here I know parents don’t want to hear that their creation is better off in death But with great pain comes great creativity It’s a fantasy, no more, no less It’s a book that’s left open on the night stand It’s a lesson that’s learned when all the students have left the room You look at that man you share a bed with and you cry yourself to sleep We’ve made the chef taste his own meals He needs to know what he’s been serving to his guests
3.
You have to face it, you fucked up and you have the rest of your life to carry the debt you’ve created Thanks for the shot at freedom And bless you for the chance at redemption There’s no need for a eulogy, I’m a shit human being And I deserve to be buried alive in memories of dirt and snow You don’t get to have that love you read about You never earned that loved you dreamt about There is a desert for you, you can claim that as your heart and soul Built from the blueprints of a retched soul She was willing to uproot and replant anywhere All you had to do was provide the soil But men like me can only provide an uncertain plot
4.
As I’m left to fend for myself and guard myself against the wolves I’ll still beg at your feet for the crumbs to survive Make me feel worthless, make me feel alive Show me that no one loves me like you do I’m just another enjoying the suffering and getting off on the pain And I don’t think he deserves the love you give him Maybe you’ll look him in the eye and tell him you love him while you fuck him tonight? But who am I to question anyone’s motives for survival?
5.
Save me the salesman pitch, some country habits die hard And in all those photos, I could see your wedding ring I wanted to appeal to your intellect and find out if you can fuck as well as you claim I’d soon welcome you back into my life I’ve been the guilty pleasure, I’ve been the secret shame But never the proudest moment And if you’re his goal, then he’s your endless runner In my version of events, I make myself out to be the bigger bad guy Because I’m a monster and a coward I remember nothing, and that man paid to keep the records split his earnings and ran Nothing left but for us to sort out the mess she left behind
6.
Iceberg 01:08
You should let the dead man sleep and come home to whatever fantasies he wants to It’s those nights that have a way of creeping up Causing you to sneak out of your window in a panic You’ve got that stack of books and I’ve got this need to skip town Together we can coast on charm and good luck I never had it, so I’m due for it now It’s some dream where you’re chased and you wake in some foreign place Oh my darling, my little slice of life We’ll never been anything more than slaves to the trade
7.
They Secede 04:52
Our grand plans we just a way for us to pass time You've got a transition period and I was your driver I picked you up and dropped you off ahead of schedule And there was no will to stop me The most dangerous thing you can give a man is hope And thanks for all the hope you gave me sweetheart Now I’m just as paranoid and as desperate for love as I was before you ever took a bite Do you think this road leads anywhere? I thought our signs told us to go this way? You came out of that fog with a bouquet just for me We grabbed and scratched at the wishes for some kind of an escape One last big score Flee north, and make this your new home Now it’s on fire and it snows for much longer where I come from to the victor go the spoils, I’ll play the role of the revisionist But I wouldn't call this anything more than a poor man’s draw The most dangerous thing you can give a man is hope And thanks for all the hope, Rachel Flee north and make this your new home…

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released June 26, 2013

Recorded May 2013 at the Meatlocker by Dan Rivas

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Alex Caprio - vocals, lyrics
Jeremy Suria - guitar
Mike Marciano - bass
Ross Hamilton - drums

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Ubasute Montclair, New Jersey

Ubasute: "refers to the custom allegedly performed in Japan, whereby an infirm or elderly relative was carried to a mountain, or some other remote, desolate place, and left there to die, either by dehydration, starvation, or exposure"

John Taddei - Vocals, lyrics
Mike Marciano - Bass
Drew McQuade - Drums
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Jeremy Suria-Guitar
Ross Hamilton-Drums
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