Tyranny Garden

by Ubasute

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Re-Issue 12" coming soon


released June 26, 2013

Recorded May 2013 at the Meatlocker by Dan Rivas


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
Past Members include:
Alex Caprio-vocals, lyrics
Jeremy Suria-Guitar
Ross Hamilton-Drums
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Track Name: Indian Giver
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
Track Name: Snow Bride
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
Track Name: Divorce Catalyst
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
Track Name: Feast / Famine
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?
Track Name: The Acquired Taste of a Lion Tamer
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
Track Name: Iceberg
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
Track Name: They Secede
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…