Down To Clown Demo

by Distants

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02:54
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02:15

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released November 6, 2016

Alex, Benj, Chris, Zach

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Track Name: chunks
a freakout on the inside. plane tickets on the credit card. a familiar face. a crosstown bus ride. take inventory of all the faces in this crowded room. find the darkest corner that you can and hope someone else gets mistaken for you. run my skin against the concrete. rub my name down in the dirt. do you think that'll really get me? i'm so turned off and i can't hurt. [because] i've been going over the lines. a crooked way between two places. [i've] been waking up to chunks of my teeth; a stressful day overlaps into my sleep. i'm having trouble finding a good thing that will fix me. a night's sleep on my right side might be the death of me. do you think that'll really get me? i'm so turned off and i can't hurt. i've been going over the lines. a crooked way between two places. [i've] been waking up to chunks of my teeth; a stressful day overlaps into my sleep.
Track Name: im loving it
i stare out the window and look for the nearest tree. pick out the branches that touch and pick out the one that looks most like me. it's skin is dry like mine with wispy hair come wintertime. nowadays when i talk, nothing comes out. it stops before it hits my teeth and forces its way back down. so my words boil with my blood. and i'm backed up in too many ways. ring out my intestines and push it all south. when i finally start to make any sense of it my sentences could be confused with mud. so i stare out the window and look for the nearest tree. i pick out the branches that touch and pick out the one that looks most like me.
Track Name: little table
i'm trying to adjust to the weather like every single summer. i sweat a lot, my chest feels heavy, could use some therapy. or maybe my shitty diet's catching up with me? or maybe it's just myself giving up on me. i try to catch my breath while navigating my way towards the end of this apartment's window's little table; there i'll sit all day with an awful plan trying to be anything but me for just this week. constantly walking a fine line between silence and losing friends.