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Out March 20th, 2023  (digital & CD)
Vinyl LP to follow April/May 2023
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On Underwear Factory Toy Records

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MUSIC

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WORDS
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Morrows day

Tell your lover they’re the one

love until the culling done

tell the sisters of the gun

we can’t protect them anymore

 

this is your morrows day

 

and it doesn’t really matter

 

And the world sees beauty through the barrel of a gun

in the maw in the maw in the catty of the maw

you don’t own the morrow in the heaven of the pause

 

Tell your lover they’re the one

love until the culling done

tell the sisters of the gun

we can’t protect them anymore

 

this is your morrows day

 

and it doesn’t really matter

 

catty in the culley in the all night long

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Erase your face

Avoid all transactions

in the marketplace

gimme all your money

we’ll wipe every trace

though it sounds appealing

In the obvious ways

You need something solid

to be disengaged

 

Desperation goin down

you can smell it like cologne

all over town

desperation goin down

goin down

Isolation going down

and its tagged on the walls 

of the subways uptown

Isolation goin down

goin down

 

Cancel all subscriptions

and leave no trace

give us all your money

we’ll erase your face

though it sounds appealing

In the obvious ways

You need something solid

to be disengaged

 

Disconnection goin down

in the fear that we know

when were living underground

disconnection going down

goin down

 

Desperation going down

its written in the eyes

that wander this town

desperation goin down

 

Avoid all transactions

with the human race

and you’ll be much safer

in a quiet place

as you cut your losses

and you make your way

Its a fine distinction

that we cut this way

 

Desperation goin down

and its tagged on the walls

of the subways downtown

Desperation goin down

goin down

 

Isolation goin down

in the fear that we know

when were living underground

isolation going down

goin down

 

Desperation goin down

you can smell it like cologne

all over town

desperation goin down

goin down

Disconnection goin down

in the fear that we know

when were living underground

disconnection going down

goin down

Life tears (the strange)

Life tears the strange

from tendon and bone

barely alive

I am the bastard

In the corner of the room

 

Whither and moan

Doesn’t make any difference

When you’re alone

Life is some shitty business

 

nothing remains

of your will

or the memory

of your name

 

Whether you know

Its not the real burden

Left to your own

Poison thru out the system

 

your skin is on fire

Let it burn 

to guide us to new lands

 

Whither and moan

breathings a risky business

tear at your bones

this year there is no Christmas

Forfeit the loan

Burn down the family

Business

out on your own

life is some shitty business

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Cauterize the bone, leave it on the fire

tell her your not home, tell her your a liar

And you won’t be at the after party

And you won’t be, in the car

All the wrong in the world I see

All the wrong that I own

 

Dedicate and own possession of the fire

are your thoughts your own

when all you loves on trial

And you won’t be in the commissary

And you won’t be…at all

When your lost dreams

seem secondary

as your breath stalls …in the dawn

 

in the dizzy parabolic

of this carnival of pain

in distracted affectation

she invokes

your Christian name

 

in the brining of your senses

and your broken skin attire

we are reaching our conclusions

we are reaching thru the fire

we are dancing on a wire

we are calling out the gods

 

we wanna see

we wanna feel

we wanna be real

 

disconnect the phone, tear at all your wires

go outside alone in search of your desires

And you can’t be

where they’d rather have you

And you won’t go

unknown

how the world seems

so ordinary

how the world seems

unkind

 

in the eyes of the forgotten

in the cues of guilt and hope

we will bind your broken bones

and lash your heart with sailors rope

 

In the war to define meaning

an the conscript misanthropes

these boundaries that contain us

and the fear of letting go

 

how we destroy

the things we love

in all our best intentions

no instructions from above 

 

we wanna see 

we wanna feel

we wanna be real

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The good loser

I’m gettin too good at losing

I’m gettin too slow on the draw

maybe its time for choosing

tween what really matters

what don’t at all

 

what side of the line, will you be on

what side of the line, do you care

maybe losing your mind, the long way

maybe losing it all, was the door

 

Its not like I planned to be here

its not like I planned at all

life has its way with the weather

whether you believe 

or not at all

 

what side of the line, will you be on

what side of the line, do you care

make up your mind, in your own time

on what we do or do not share

 

   

Feels like a time to remember

seems like a time to recall

how in the hell did we get here

how far down the well, do we fall

 

what side of the line, will you be on

what side of the line, do you care

maybe losing your mind, was a blessing 

maybe losing it all, was unfair

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My Other War

Excavations of a world we call our own

in desperate

negotiation to keep 

the knife off of the bone

I’m tired of stupid

I’m tired of lies

Its lost all meaning

We are not really alive

 

Lift your head and brace your shoulders

a world of brutes wants only soldiers

leave the hive without your tribe

and the world eats you alive

 

You call it research

I call it lies

you twist the meaning 

to fit your compromise

We’re tired of stupid

We’re tired of lies

Its lost all meaning 

we are not really alive  

 

Revelations in the

dreams we walk alone

In measured 

calculations to kill 

the darkness in our souls

I’m tired of petty

these seeds

we’ve sown

I’m tired of tired

In fear of dying

all alone

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Floatin down the river

Floatin down the river in my dead mans shoes

Dodgin all the debris screaming from the pews

hopin for a miracle but really needing two

hold on little darlin we got one more left to lose

 

Everything is changing not everything is new

landscapes re-arrangin traditions come unglued

Momma has her medicine and Daddy has the blues

All we took with us is our hog tied views

 

Flail’in down the river with the madhouse blues

cursing at the system, its cruelty and abuse

hopin that the oars don’t break and hoping for some news

pinin for a warm spot where I can dry my shoes

 

Hopin that the shit don’t rise and hoping for some clues

lookin for some landfall where I can park my blues

give us back our barbesol and give us back our shoes

now the rivers rising and there’s reckoning to do

 

Drowning in a river of our own refuse

graspin for intentions really ain’t no use

someone throw a line before it ain’t no good

I’m going down again I’m on my last breath too

 

 

There needs to be a reckoning there needs to be a truth

something to hold onto and something to abuse

ain’t no tears like yester tears its time to bust it loose

come on pretty momma its time for us to choose

  

Bobbin down the river with the cowboy blues

water logged and sinkin in my dead man shoes

thinkin that I’d run my luck and thinkin that I’m done

Father son and holy ghost the stalinists have won

 

There needs to be a reckoning there needs to be a truth

something to hold onto and something to abuse

give us back our barbasol and give us back our shoes

now the rivers rising and there’s reckoning to do

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Nevermind
(Leonard Cohen/Pat Leonard)

  

The war was lost, the treaty signed

I was not caught, I crossed the line

I was not caught, though many tried

I live among you, well disguised

 

I had to leave, my life behind

I dug some graves, you’ll never find

The stories told with facts and lies

I had a name, but never mind

 

Nevermind Nevermind

The war was lost, the treaty signed

Theres truth that lives and truth that dies

I don’t know which so never mind

 

You’re victory was so complete 

that some among

thought to keep

A record of our little lives

the clothes we wore our spoons our knives

the games of luck our soldiers played

the stones we cut, the songs we made

Our law of peace which understands

A husband leads, a wife commands

 

And all of this expressions of, 

the sweet indifference

some call love

the high indifference some call fate

but we had names more intimate

 

Names so deep and names so true

the blood to me their dust to you

there is not need that this survive

Theres truth that lives and truth that dies

 

Nevermind Nevermind

I live the life I left behind

Theres truth that lives and truth that dies

I don’t know which, so never mind

 

I could not kill, the way you kill

I could not hate, I tried I failed

You turned me in, at least you tried

you side with them, whom you despise

This was your heart, this swarm of flies

This once was your mouth this bowl of lies

You serve them well, I’m not surprised

you’re of their kin, you’re of their kind

 

 Nevermind Nevermind

I had to leave my life behind

The stories told with facts and lies

you own the world

so never mind

 

Nevermind Nevermind

I live the life I left behind

I live it full I live it wide

thru layers of time

you can’t divide

 

My woman here my children too

their graves are safe, from ghosts like you

in places deep with roots entwined

I live the life I left behind

The war was lost the treaty signed

I was not caught, I crossed the line

I was not caught though many tried

I live among you well disguised

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LIFE TEARS (THE STRANGE)
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GAME BOARD & RULES

The gatefold art on the vinyl LP (out April/May and available for pre-order March 20th, 2023) features a board game designed by Panick & Blair Gauntt which draws on Razorhouse’s association with the Mayan Popol Vuh and incorporates touchstones of the band’s artistic history.

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TWINNING

STEP ONE

STEP TWO

STEP THREE

PERFORMING THE TWINNING RITUAL

This is where you can describe the first step of the game - getting twinny with it.

OPEN FLAME - INVITING THE LIGHT

This is where you can describe the second step of the game - getting flame.

nobis nullam proprius cui secundum. nisi olim exerci gilvus vitae cui. ibidem enim nec ligula capto libero lobortis. minim esca id ante abluo interdum. ymo risus adsum ideo decet cras importunus genitus. demoveo facilisis non paratus nibh delenit. cras consectetur lectus demoveo refero.

nobis nullam proprius cui secundum. nisi olim exerci gilvus vitae cui. ibidem enim nec ligula capto libero lobortis. minim esca id ante abluo interdum. ymo risus adsum ideo decet cras importunus genitus. demoveo facilisis non paratus nibh delenit. cras consectetur lectus demoveo refero.

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