junk drawer

by Crisis Arm

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  • "junk drawer" limited edition cassette (1st pressing) NP-15

    1st pressing self released on Not Punk Records (NP-15). Set of 50. All artwork by Cameron Puleo and Kevin McVey.

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  • "junk drawer" limited edition CD (2nd pressing)

    2nd pressing. Set of 25. Includes hand-painted stenciled CDR and insert with lyrics + credits in a 100% recyclable CD case. All artwork by Cameron Puleo and Kevin McVey.

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    edition of 25 
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about

limited cassettes available at shows or online. run of 50.

Not Punk Records release NP-15

credits

released 01 December 2012
written and recorded by Crisis Arm. recorded at The Dial warehouse early summer 2012.

artwork by Cameron Puleo and Kevin McVey

special thanks to Ian P. Campbell for vocals on "junk"

additional special thanks goes to all our friends and fans for their continued support in doing what we love.

tags

tags: experimental indie jazz noise rock shoegaze Hemet

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist
Track Name: earplugs
don't wanna be
shallowly supporting this folly

you know you're right
you know you're right
why bother
why bother

you make me realize
the trash that i am
you make me realize
the trash that i am

and you could be so kind
and you could be so kind

so carefully placed
so carefully placed

you could be so wrong
about me
so wrong
about me
so wrong
about me
so wrong about me

about this thing we share
about this thing we shared

so loosely
so loosely
Track Name: tiny screw
i can't appreciate
my mothers craft
everyone’s got an escape plan
one step from going bad

describe it
describe it
the full diameter
of uneven tenderness
tenderness, tenderness

caught in my madness
deformed bodies
in space and time and diet and sex
make my way like a knife in the dark
make my way like a knife in the dark
Track Name: old light bulb
hold the tip
hold the tip
screw it in
screw it in

flip the switch
flip the switch
flip the switch
flip the switch

turn it on
turn it on
turn it on
turn it on
Track Name: junk
slowly but surely dying
don't come to me with a heavy heart
i sold my flesh for status
every fold unconscious

all you say are the wrong things
you who make the flames burn
with honor and purpose
pride

durable to say the least
every promise delivered

can we count on the virility of others?
The living have it better than the dead
but that doesn’t mean we should join them

you're so hung up on life
you defined your godsend with defiance

the sun will never rise because of the limitations of this machine

deep valley; heart of roses
i'll starve for you
these accidents are bliss
Track Name: others
for every love i’ve noticed
and every touch i've witnessed
in devil's eyes
in devil's eyes

it's only hopeless callous shame
i know
oh i know

our final days at hand in hand
lovers in debt and lovers in pain
our final days at hand
we left the earth without regret

i held you
i warned you
of all these things and more
then the coats had turned
as obvious as it was

between your lips
you reached for my name
you clung and stared
like summer air

and the best of us will die
and the best of us will die

empty as the greatest void
leaving in trails of misery

i want to love you anywhere
anywhere but here
i want to love you anywhere
anywhere but here

the arms of the moon
you will accept them
the cracks still show
the blood still pours

where the borders end
and the gardens grow

the words are new but the spirit is old
Track Name: pumpkin ghost
we laid down, shackled ourselves as we went to sleep
sky burning white hazy eyes derelict
bold as the falling sky
where days
create
deny
recoil

no leaders of men
whispering into a weapons resolve
or heartbeats still
and monsters fluent
with horrible righteous promise
with horrible righteous promise

was your brain shaped
by the way you were beaten
with old fathered marvels creating

bled into bled into
sons overcome
our blood shimmering in mercury eyes

bled into bled into
sons overcome
our blood shimmering in mercury eyes

bled into bled into
sons overcome
our blood shimmering in mercury eyes