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Cemetery Tape (demo)

by Clifford Hoyt

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    The first physical copy of our Demo EP! All of the CD sleeves were printed with a hand carved stamp and labeled with the catalog number CH666-01(run of 25). Keep it in your car and brag to all your friends about how you have a one of a kind, hand stamped, first release CD from a band who copied HHLL and Orchid in the Rawring 20’s.

    Thanks for your support, y’all are the sweetest <3

    -Mark

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1.
You! Retract your provision Who are you? We never wanted to Slow down our whole lives outside this hardened wall put your hands up high you try you're still alone one more shot instilled in time Sunshine Wipe your glossy heart Your life Will soon Be lifted to another star Left the scene with broken eyes Manic thoughts of suicide Why even try watch time go by Lethargic Smile in frame Take the picture Set aside Next in line Cannot sleep Think, the normal things Can't repeat Think, the normal things
2.
Slowly Sink in To your grave (x4) Go home Have your dog lick your bloody wound The smoking gun will leave you laughing at your final dues Fall asleep (Calling relief to be)
3.
Drop your deadhead And wave goodbye Silent words speak loudly When you’re not alive (2x) Ghostly figures Laugh at your cries To execute the undead That never dies Spirals in the air through the corridor Cries pursue, flooding through the ceiling floor You are not welcome Rest now in your partial grave Go (Oh god please save me) Now (dear god please save me Go (oh god won’t save me) Now (please god come save me) Go (God won’t save me) Go now
4.
Fallen Into a pit, I can’t escape Fire and brimstone will bring you to fear Search for the angels that never appear Stagnant Stare as I walk away Poison the waters and drift into sleep The only salvation is one in a dream Rinse and repeat these things For it to fall through But never will tangled excuse Repel The thoughts like these soon The idiot splits in two Unravel the truth Miss these Though that I had once before Teach me You're hurting yourself You're hurting yourself Miss these Thoughts that I had once before Teach me I don't deserve something more I don't deserve something more I don't deserve
5.
Same position Same day follows Same position Same day follows (x2) Same position Missing half a head inside Same position You decide or I decide Same position Don't wanna live this boring life Repeating every line Dante Hicks: You know what the real tragedy about all this is? I'm not even supposed to be here today! Randal Graves: Oh, f*** you! F*** you, pal! Jesus, there you go trying to pass the buck. I'm the source of all your misery. Who closed the store to play hockey? Who closed the store to go to a wake? Who tried to win back his ex girlfriend without even discussing how he felt with his present one? You wanna blame somebody? Blame yourself. "I'm not even supposed to be here today." Randal Graves: You sound like an a**hole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here. You're here of your own volition. You like to think the weight of the world rests on your shoulder. Like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here. Jesus, you overcompensate for having what's basically a monkey's job. You push f***ing buttons. Anybody can just waltz in here and do our jobs. You-You're so obsessed with making it seem so much more epic, so much more important than it really is. Christ, you work in a convenience store, Dante! And badly, I might add! I work in a shitty video store, badly as well. You know, that guy Jay's got it right, man. He has no delusions about what he does. Us, we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people that come in here to buy a paper, or, god forbid, cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so f***ing advanced, what are we doing working here? Same position Same day follows Same position Same day follows Same position Same day follows Same position

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released August 6, 2021

Vocals and Bass - Mark Klutzaritz
Guitar - Austin Freiburger
Guitar - Alex (Pizza Boy) Berg

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Clifford Hoyt Dubuque, Iowa

Sassy, spook music to ward off the demons that burn inside you.

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