Butter The Children

by Butter The Children

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    Tracklist:
    1) Robyn Byrd
    2) Earthbound
    3) Flesh Wound In Ithaca
    4) Vermin $upreme
    5) Prognosis Negative
    6) Rochelle Rochelle
    7) Lupus

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Debut EP from Butter The Children (Ex members of Sweet Bulbs & Night Manager)

Image by Sydney Howells

Photo by Dioni Manuel Vasquez

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released 16 May 2012

All songs written & performed by Inna Mkrtycheva, Ray Weiss, & Max Kagan.

Engineered by Scott Andrews.

Produced by Scott Andrews and Ray Weiss.

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Track Name: Flesh Wound In Ithaca
Scalding hot in December after dark
Quiet all around
Cars and trucks laying stripped in gravelike rows
By the cell phone towers

A vision of the calm before the storm
A circled date on someone's calendar

Scalding hot in December after dark
Quiet all around
Cars and trucks laying stripped in gravelike rows
By the cell phone towers

A vision of the calm before the storm
A circled date on someone's calendar
Pleading with our stalwart overlords
Dreaming of someone in uniform

Pleading with our stalwart overlords
Dreaming of someone
Track Name: Vermin $upreme
A friendly fascist
He says all the right things
Stentorian voice that speaks to the huddled masses
Salivation across the nation
Subliminal words of wisdom from common vermin

Something tells me you're all infected
I shudder to think what's to be expected

Patrol the mindscape
Your soul in rebates
A patriotic ode to our moral decay
Corrosive forces will lie and cheat you
Who else but a martyr to liberate you

Something tells me you're all infected
I shudder to think what's to be expected
A wanton savior to save us all
And soon we'll be gargling Barbasol
And if we all die he'll stand corrected
Track Name: Prognosis Negative
So it’s thrilling
And I’d really make a killing
What a way to impose your proverbial feelings
So verbose and full of wit
All the shit that you spit
Have you heard about my band?
Talking shit for a living
Well, I’d really make a killing
What a way to impose my proverbial feelings
Slightly vapid but okay
All the shit that you say
Have you heard about our band?
A shadow of yourself
So deep in thought of someone else
Gonna show those fucks what you’re all about
Cos you’re the kind of dude who gets around
A temporary trend or a born again
I should have known by now
But you scour the landscape with such grace
How did you find this place?
A shadow of yourself
So deep in thought of someone else
Gonna show those fucks what you’re all about
Cos you’re the kind of dude who gets around
I’m a shadow of myself
Living in debt to someone else
A sterile vacuum of contempt
A screaming lump of bitterness
Track Name: Rochelle Rochelle
At the mall after school after work and stuff
I do it to the face 'cos I can't get enough, I can't get enough
And my lassie's at home, she's a different breed
She ain't got half a mind for my insatiable need

Something risible comes out of the invisible
Something feasible comes out of the impossible
I'm not a bad guy, just a wayward sad guy
Take me to the land of pneumatic magpies

At the mall after school after work and stuff
I do it to the face 'cos I can't get enough, I can't get enough
And my lassie's at home, she's a different breed
She ain't got half a mind for my insatiable need

Something risible comes out of the invisible
Something feasible comes out of the impossible
I'm not a bad guy, just a wayward sad guy
Take me to the land of pneumatic magpies