Bay of Dead Pigs Split

by Air Hockey / Wounded Knee

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Released in conjunction with Galt House Records and Driftwood Records
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released July 27, 2013

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Track Name: Air Hockey - Wonderful Weather We're Having
Light Pours
Through Blinds
Onto bodies
I thought I'd never see you in this light

It's quick push to shove
And we're gonna hurt someone
My fingers of guilt
Are spidering up your spine

But it feels awesome outside
What else would I be doing with my life
What else would I do with my time
Track Name: Air Hockey - Uh, No... I Mean
Never wanted to reverse
Never wanted you to be the victim
Never wanted to leave
Wanted to avoid being statistics

Wasted time
Verses Time wasted
Bitter drinks I've already tasted
Track Name: Air Hockey - Your Roots Not Your Branches
Hell knows no fury
Like the mid twenties
Being desperate and unfulfilled
Bodies full of smoke and indecision

You came this way, didn't you?
What did you expect?
How many times can you waste time on promises not kept?

Find the girl with the chaser
Find the kid with the bottle
We're all friends here
We're all role models
Track Name: Air Hockey - I Keep Forgetting You're a Dad
Give me comfort
Rest my head
Not much to see when you're twisting my neck
Give me patience
Give me time
To not hate what you do with your life

We won't forget
But take pictures
Discuss the good times
I don't remember

My back stays turned to keep you out from under my chin
You live your life
And keep me out of it
Track Name: Air Hockey - Get Off My Couch
Like thrown hundred dollar bills off a burning bridge
Figure out what you'll do when you hit the bottom
Well, you're at the bottom
Constantly living up to your neck
I'm sure
You'll sink before the shore

Used
Loved Ones
A crew of shit friends
Sink with the ones that you did in
Track Name: Wounded Knee - Balsamic Fundamentalist
build your monuments. cut your ribbons. exalt the privileged. silence the victims. we mask the truth and waltz with lies. look at the facts through blind mens' eyes. when will we finally carry a torch. and who will be the ones to light it? no matter what they tell you, we only have this once. you will be judge for your actions. not by god, but by time itself.
Track Name: Wounded Knee - Born-Again Boner Gobbler
the path behind me is strewn with broken dreams of broken girls who have since become women. lying to themselves and their lovers. feigned content is the highest form of self-corruption. you are all already dead.
Track Name: Wounded Knee - Dank Rearden
if he wasn't watching, if it was just you and i, and the trees, and the ground, and the sky. i think you know the answer, and i know the truth. (i know the fucking truth). i think it's why you're still standing here. (with the trees, the ground, the sky, and me). and these birds, that will never stop singing, because this will never truly end. i know, i know, i know.
Track Name: Wounded Knee - James Lighter
nauseous, light-headed. broken and hopeless. is this what we've been chasing? aimless but hopeful. faithful but desolate. cautious but self-destructing. we contradict ourselves on our own terms. we live like thieves, but we'll die like kings.
Track Name: Wounded Knee - Bay of Dead Pigs
i hadn't dreamt in years, or maybe i just never really slept. now my subconscious dances through the moments i enjoyed, and begs for those i never will. my pride, it gets in the way when i'm awake. and fear keeps me from learning through my mistakes. when i was young, i used to pray for visionless sleep. now i never pray and only see you in my dreams. and i don't know if god exists, but if he does he's a spiteful mother fucker. he twists my arms and pulls my legs, and my limbs used to be the only things i could trust. now all i have is my mind. but the white pills and white wine make it hard to stay between the white lines. and i may be self-addicted, but at least i'm self-aware. please, haunt me tonight while i sleep away the latest trends. the love and hate i felt for you, it breaks, but never bends. submit my pride, my ego has died, so please live inside, of my head tonight. my limbs, my limbs, i trusted you.