gets squashed!

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sometimes it's hard to have fun

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released February 25, 2016

music and lyrics by leo brauning
album art by joshua talbott

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the squash family Lincoln, Nebraska

i'm full of vitamins but my brain is bullying me

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Track Name: my personal book of lies
i live in a nightmare where i have to be successful
i drink so much gasoline only because life is stressful
can i borrow some lotion or just lay here and fester
can i chew off my skin before you get here?
your whimpering stomach
the trapeze artist in your chest
came to dazzle us with fire
and watch your head fall off your neck

"mom, dad, are you there? i'm scared"
Track Name: i'm practically sentient!
a fly bit me and i stole the villain's wings
only a matter of time once he started whispering things
but i guess that's what you get out here, the frontier
that's what you get when they start saying threats
well light a cigar, crack open a beer

the jealousy invasion
has been sweeping the nation
and cowards are running the train station
that gets our thoughts mixed up with all its vibrations

and a serpent bit me so i cut out his tongue
drowned it in liquor and i nailed it to my thumb
and that's what you get for confusing things
that's what you get when they start saying threats
but don't forget that He stole the villain's wings
Track Name: dead right
i desperately need money
do you dream of mediocre things?
slow wine
my engine is over
tonight is about getting closer
ease into a waltz when the doorbell is broken
climb into the window and overthrow the chamber

well, you're dead right
i flip my fingers and the stove ignites

i hear the wind in my neck
i grind my teeth at night
until they all fall out
when i wake up i dip them in glue
and push them back where they once were
Track Name: sweet black cherry
sweet black cherry and i feel like i'm on time
but my clock's a little slow it tells me i'm just fine
poor people still want to wine and dine
i'm telling you once you've crossed a line

ninety-one percent isopropyl alcohol
i'm gonna wash my wounds and fall down
what sort of gratification do you get
from getting your hands wet and blundering?

no original thoughts for humans
no opinions that haven't been groomed
ambient light keeps your nose to the ground
base your principles on a price
and still end up in a tomb
Track Name: toothpaste
toothpaste
small bags
hand me downs
turn to rags
children's clothes
and fractured bones
thawing out their eyes
while the world groans

the living room smells only of muffins
i'm nursing fraudulent concussions
the blood in constant circles rushing
the spinning room never stops bluffing
and we hang our goodbyes on telephone poles
disconnected from a glance that could make us say no
i caught a ride down a winding highway

toothpaste
can't stand the taste
with a dark stare
calmly boiling with rage
children's clothes
and fractured bones
thawing out their eyes
while the world groans

we groaned and we got right up
Track Name: honey
honey is what i want

i can taste the poor circulation
and when the furnace stops running
i can hear someone crying in the duct work
it holds me tight in my bed and
it's sweet but not like honey and
it is an awful sensation


your bathwater always runs cold and
you despise it before you even step in and
after it swallows you, you know it's thick as honey
and it feels like kissing electricity
and dreaming when you're drowning

in the distance there is thunder
and it is morning
i hear rain on the window pane
it holds me tight in my bed and
it's sweet but not like honey and
it is an awful sensation

i wish you were sweet like honey
Track Name: pop radio
i don't wanna be on pop radio
i don't wanna let myself erase you
i don't wanna be on pop radio
we'll be held accountable for our behavior
throw your hands in the air in you're an inch away
smile on your bed when you've overdosed again
cut out your eyes
if you don't like what you see in your head

i was lying
fruitless
planting the barrel of a gun
demanding my refund
that i don't deserve
and once i had values
i was shallow
my head is rotting away
Track Name: birds
two birds sitting in a tree
both of them were idolizing me
who am i to say who i could be

my love is winding down
and in the forest
the trees are bright and loud and
there are leaves falling all around
the birds don't notice me anymore
nothing is fluttering
except leaves to the ground
i lost everything i ever found
built it up and tore it right down

two birds sitting in a tree
both of them were idolizing me
who am i to say who i could be
Track Name: poetry
he said you look like poetry and
you didn't know how to feel
if screams were lives no babes would die out here on the moon
did you find love or something that made a mockery of

i took your hand
i led you astray
with my mouth shut
what could i say

watching you go about in your snow globe
like you were a local business and he had to have control
your eyes are a dusty camera lens
with memories that mean nothing
his fingerprints will fade
you're gonna be okay
Track Name: uranium
you used to find me in my own headlock
strangling myself with poisonous thoughts
I am a wrestler the type that can be bought
I have been cheating and now I have been caught

there is a hole in the ground
where no sunlight can be found
I can't climb out I cannot climb out
I'm mining for uranium trying not to burn my soul
there's a nail in my ceiling there's a nail in my wall
I'm buried alive in this hell of a hole
Track Name: on a bus
i had a panic attack on a bus
and the chances we spit out turned out to be a bust
no one wanted to carry my burdens

i had a panic attack on a bus
and as it turns out we all turned out to be dust
no one wanted to carry my burdens

i had a panic attack on a bus
and the chances that we were dirt, well, we've always been dust
no one wanted to carry my burdens

i had a panic attack on a bus
and i watched all my bones as they turned right to dust
no one wanted to carry my burdens
Track Name: pink
the sky is pink but the motion sensor light washes it white and the wind howls away to dismember the calm we were blinded for many minutes
I hope you find some comfort in the bitterness

I met a girl her eyes were dead from all the cruel things you said she lived in a room without windows still she cries every time it snows for she knows
and
I met a man with hollow blue eyes like a bad replica of the sky he tried to kiss my cheek and I asked him why we all deserve to die

I am in the black
I am washed white by grace
Track Name: visit me in my mirror
charming, aren't I, nice to meet you your nose is bleeding would you like a tissue?
vanity is fleeting perhaps I should kiss you
if I don't exist how should I miss you my nose is bleeding could I have a tissue?

I wish I could love you the way you love you
everyone else snuck up from behind and shoved you
and they fed your mouth with broken plastic
it melted down your throat made you spastic
your will was stretched until it felt like elastic
if you survive you'll say breathing is magic

baby you've lost your arms and legs but you crawl around looking for the dead
Track Name: men without chests
the apathy is getting uncomfortable
there's ego death for the men without chests
and the weak and selfish choose to ignore
infatuated with certain values
an attempt to make a score

do you know who you are letting in?
am i, am i doomed?
Track Name: can of fresca
let me open a can of fresca

if this is a dream i'm bored and it's ending
turns out when we kissed we were always pretending
my throat is dry cause the rain never loved me
just drank down the idea and said it was lovely
time doesn't stop and neither does it pass
when the earth isn't spinning we catch our breath

let me hide behind your living room couch

if you are all that's left you are not exempt from theft
the bill is one you signed and it's payable at death

i think i'll sleep on the floor tonight

put your hands in these handcuffs, i'm not calling anyone's bluff
Track Name: in a schism
i'm standing in a schism
a mass of a cavern, a wasteland
where i have tried to gather my head
i listen to the whispers in my head
and i'm in the midst
on either side is a mechanism
overshadowing the deep valley
the grinding gears echo across the valley
the relentless heartbeat of a machine

both of them are hideous
heaven will keep on shining down
the people who were working the machines got the worst of it
but the engines never shut off
and they keep running
we all keep running

heaven will keep on shining down
even in the belly of this canyon the light touches me
Track Name: unanimously untitled
there's wedding bells on an AR-15
there's a silver spoon that doesn't gleam
there's rotting flesh turning faces green
there's a helicopter and he looks mean and
we don't know why in an accident he destroys the sky
he prophesied the earth on fire
scrutiny when the crew yells mutiny
and the captain faces a shallow grave
oh
we never learned how to behave
and there's an ambulance without a siren
there's a bullet humming on a desert island
there's chemical melting the skin of babies and
we're all dying
we're all dying to know

there's wedding bells on an AR-15
there's a silver spoon that doesn't gleam
there's rotting flesh turning faces green
i wanna know why we are so unclean
we're all dying to know
Track Name: sunshine
the ramshackle house
does it notice my haircut?
am i a monetary asset?
lying in the front yard on the grass
its difficult to speak
with your back to the beach

my stomach has been empty for days
waiting to take a bite of that fresh peach

things go sour all the time and still vomit sunshine it's not gonna be pure until it's refined i'm not leaving until the gears start to grind
i'm not leaving