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released September 25, 2015

"Harmlessness” was engineered, produced, and mixed by Chris Teti at Silver Bullet Studios in Burlington, CT between March and May 2015.

Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Audio.


David Francisco Bello - vocals
Derrick Nathaniel Shanholtzer-Dvorak - guitar, vocals
Joshua Daniel Cyr - bass guitar, acoustic guitar
Katie Lynne Shanholtzer-Dvorak - synthesizer, vocals
Steven Karl Buttery - percussion
Christopher Joseph Teti - guitar, vocals, percussion
Nick Kwas - Violin
Tyler Maxwell Bussey - guitar, vocals
Shitty Greg - guitar

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Track Name: You Can't Live There Forever
There's tiny worlds inside your mind and your fingers are a distant sky that you shove into your mouth to block the whole sun out. It's better than living in the light. To die over exposed so you fight and that's alright. You're harmless in your mind. You're formless in the night. And that's alright. What do you think is going right in your life? What can you know about life if you've never died? You think that the world is alright but that's a lie 'cos we're afraid to die and that's alright. Where is the action? Where are the streets that take you to bed? What is your name and what do you do here? We have the same thoughts clouding our heads. Formless shapes in the darkness. We are as harmless as the thoughts in our heads. Drinking poison and chewing on concrete, burning holes in the sheets on our beds. And we think that the world is alright and that's a lie.
Track Name: January 10th, 2014
Ease the babies out of their wombs. Make your hair blonde, hop on the number four. Do you become the driver when they drop you off? I'll become the driver. You don’t take their money, ripping out their roots. They found two heads hollowed out in the sanctuary or on the dry roadside. This is a duel and she won. Congratulate her, send her thanks. "How great that someone's doing what many of us should have done." Put up a statue of the new killer out of chains in the waxing moon. Do you see my shadow off the stake? Are you Diana, the Hunter? Are you afraid of me now? Well, yeah. Shouldn’t I be? But, don’t you quiver. I am an instrument. I am revenge. I am several women. Follow the arrow from behind the line. Moving forward, the night begins. We are brave and strong, but you don’t quiver. Let’s write this down, together. Our hands on the same weapon. Make evil afraid of evil’s shadow.
Track Name: The Word Lisa
Our pockets turned out, our change on the ground. Whatever we had is lost in the house. The carpets are dusty. Our bones are brittle from eating garbage and sitting down. Freaking out again at the supermarket, putting out of order signs on things that work. Break a piece off that lobby fountain. Our points have been chiseled down. If we could all be happy at once, there'd be such competition. Jamming paperclips right into an outlet. Walk out with hundreds of dollars in junk to buy some chips and lay in bed. Whose side am I on? Second dollar, second cent. We've got life here. What we call life has to be worked out. Left in dust to carry ourselves out. When we get home, we won’t be empty. We found a purpose in each other. Break the mirror, we get younger. Life will always be weird.
Track Name: Rage Against the Dying of the Light
Before I die, take me to the place where we wrote our names wrong, but they shared a space. Branches and leaves gathered between where you are right now and where I wanna be. Between earth and sky, we'll build a fire so high they'll turn all the lights out and all will sing: "I am alive, I deserve to be." Not getting quiet, swallowing age. But, bless those sharp tears. But, rage and burn, and turn all those lights out before it gets warm. Always compressing days, spending long out of time with no one else sorry for the outage. Haven’t you ever been set out and miscounted, frail and fully compromised. Sharing a
meal at a table your friends built. We reach for the salt with our arms wet.
Track Name: Ra Patera Dance
Can you tell my car is gone? All day long, my car is gone. Can you tell we’re taking all advice on how to leave marks? We keep ourselves in the dark. I kept myself in the dark. Yesterday you got so close to a tree that you could climb it. On this side, there’s a positive message. In the middle, we’re completely unsure. I was holding on. I begged myself. Today we swept it all up. Tonight we’ll spill some more. Open up the window, let the morning light in. I keep holding onto, I keep begging myself. Today we are superheroes. Tonight we’ll just be tired. I keep holding onto, I keep begging myself.
Track Name: Mental Health
I was a child. It’s a strange thought. Where is it going? In the trees it looks like bees to float around like that; like part of the rest of the thing, not looking for entertainment. Don’t worry if what you say is a quote from older days. When in doubt, just look it up, or when in real doubt, look around you and stop crying. Stop crying. Better to let them know sooner than later, like you’ve never rolled down a window in your whole life. Do you remember the start, where it all came down? We aren’t looking for entertainment to forgive your parents. You are normal and healthy to forgive yourself. Better to let them know sooner than later, like you’ve never rolled down a window in your whole life. Do you remember the start, where it all came down?
Track Name: Wendover
We left our money in the box and set out for a town you love where something positive happened to someone else, but you heard it’s true. With a straight face on the radio, school behind and up your ass, no one can tell your name isn’t American pronounceable. We found our cars in parking lots with signs around it, I don’t know. We heard it was OK to do if you had a good grade, and I don’t. About fifteen years ago, you left yourself a note about crying in the dark. I said that’s dumb enough to put online. We left our money in the box and set out for a town you love where something positive happened to someone else, but you heard it’s true. With a straight face on the radio, school behind and up your ass, no one can tell your name isn’t American pronounceable.
Track Name: We Need More Skulls
We set out to make up all the mistakes of our parents and their friends. We set up a safety net, but it was above our heads.
Track Name: Haircuts for Everybody
I’m afraid to think of ending it. You’ll forget to sleep. You’ll forget its name. It gradually became obvious. There is no us, but there is no I. We believe, we deny. We will change, we won’t die. We won’t stay, just try to be OK. A foot in the snow with no boot on its skin. We have reason to stay, but we never commit. Haven’t you held someone’s breath all along? Hearing movement around us. Change your life. Please, change your life. Change my life. Please, change my life. We spent the last twenty-three minutes hallucinating over the phone. I kept both my hands still while we saw the same building explode. Wreck this thing. Please, take it off the ground. Wreck this thing.
Track Name: Willie (For Howard)
Wipe sand off of my shoes, wipe dust from the rails. You know why I’m yelling, but they ask anyway. One day I will be blind, like Willie at the end. Where’s the dog? Where’s my friend? You’ll change your clothes tonight. Here comes a warm jet, it’s going to be a long rest of our lives. Covered in black hair, with my tail hitting the tiles. One day I will be blind, with my tail hitting the tiles. One day I will be blind, like Willie at the end.
Track Name: I Can Be Afraid of Anything
I’m carrying a heavy bucket back from the well. Trembling hands and losing water, losing my will. When we got home, nothing was left but knots in the lease. Now I’m heading west or someplace far from the East. Cortisol and Serotonin, stable’s a thrill. Anhedonia at the surface. Here, I’m in hell. I’m carrying this empty bucket, I wanna empty myself. Because, everything is getting rid of everything else. Pacing parking lots, ignored. We are the same, but opposed. Something else is supposed to happen. You aren’t having a good time anymore. It felt easy before I left, left in dust to carry myself. I really did dig my own hole, and I’m climbing out. I really did dig my own hole, but I can see the top. I’m climbing out. I really did dig my own hole. I’m climbing out. I’m climbing out. You can smell life here, what we call life above the ground. Hands stained dirty, but there is water to wash them out. Being this age always seemed so far away. How is life here, can we bring our trash outside the house? What we call life above the ground, left in dust. Left in dust to carry myself out.
Track Name: Mount Hum
Nauseated at the beach, we’re watching white birds flock around competing at the prizes. We give ‘em a slice of gum, a loaded trunk with everything you left outside in East Fairmont. Water bottles feed the kids you knew that you forgot that you knew. We’re back here somewhere before you learned to read. The music never changed, your heart just quit beating. We held CD’s in our hands, our legs tied to our shoes. Will you spend the next few hours working, while I rest with my head on the floor? Did you leave the rest to rot in memory? Did you remember to build a memorial? Will they see us in the living room, between the key and your front door? Come off and fall, so that I can pick you up. Our homes are not the kinds of places you’d own. Where the pieces of the pieces go when walls corrode, where the water spills in waterbeds when we’re alone. Come off and fall, so that I can pick you up. Our homes are not the kinds of places you’d own. We were ghosts even then, errant sunlight on our skin. Sunlight, sunlight. And we drove out to the bluffs, raced each other through the dust. We’re all gonna die.