Cereal EP

by Nevernudes

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released 12 August 2011
Anthony Sheehan-Drent: Vocals, Guitar, Melodica
Chris Smart: Bass
Tom Nicholls: Drums, Violin

Recorded, Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Digby and Jackson Hobbs

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Track Name: From Locked Rooms
I speak of self defenses and pleasures of the senses at a community hall weekly
your eyes suggest passion and interest and all things that scare me
you approached me under the guise of friendship but i saw the truth in your shaking lip
that hair long like a girls or jesus' but with satan's curls. i bit my pillow tight with you in mind
awoke the sleeping
this ring, plastic, red and monastic fits snugly snugly
sex and death come to those who wait unless you're ugly ugly
awoke the sleeping thing inside of me
i'm twitching instead of breathing
mud, lust, blood, bone from clean soul, clean home
i dream of gowns, suits, brides, grooms, noises from locked rooms. egg yolk dripping down my legs
to my feet, off of which i wish you'd eat with a side plate of you can guess
Track Name: Open Lipped Wound
watched a homeless couple kissing outside of whitcoulls, wishing
that unadulterated love and you were at all related
people said that you were a whore
all i saw was someone looking for love, life, freedom, happiness in rancid, rank fucked up places
dot to dot hickeys on your neck
well what did you really expect for me to stay locked in doors waiting on all fours for you to give the word
this night precedes that day of death we go through alone
wandering aimlessly through a cold, dark, empty home
when i yelled at you with a misplaced sense of possession i couldn't erase
it felt kind of good to put the guilt back on you
thought you'd crawl back on crippled knees choking on words resembling "forgive me please"
instead i was treated to the sight of you and some stranger in the night
how things really were "i thought it was assumed"
those words were like salt on an open-lipped wound
think i'll just go to sleep now where i can lick my open lipped wound
think i'll just go to sleep now where i can lick my open lipped wound
when i yelled at you with a misplaced sense of possession i couldn't erase
it felt kind of good to put the guilt back on you
Track Name: Bad Faith
how much is life worth to me
twelve fifty an hour apparently
name tag that i return when i leave
save it for the next guy called 'unlucky'
a brothel selling cupcakes
and what a profit it makes
peel off the wrapper and sink your teeth in
and taste the sweet surprise
and the look in your eyes
is nothing but surprise
you can't tell it's all lies
you could dress me up in outfits
tell me self esteem doesn't exist
and i'd lick the dirt off your shoe
if it would bring joy to you
you are the beginning and the end
you are nothing like your parents
you arrived to this world fully formed
like aphrodite from the sea shell
and the look in your eyes
is nothing but surprise
you can tell it's all lies
two introverts locked eyes
two introverts quickly looked away
put their hands into their hair
and fell back into self-hate
it's a pretty fun role to play
it's a pretty fun role to play
it's a pretty fun role to play
but it's still a role all the same
it's a pretty fun role to play
but it's still a role all the same
Track Name: Pumped Up Full of Love and Dopamine
taking off my outside skin hang it on a hook in the closet
along with so many other things and all the problems that they bring
no longer having fun even though we've only just begun
brother play that chord again i'll take you down to the den
where i keep all the private selves organized in wooden shelves
don't i look so pretty and pristine pumped up full of love and dopamine
that ghost in the mirror i can't help looking at her
ribs sticking out of her chest, mind familialy oppressed
oh i hate my own flesh and blood with their dumb values and ugly clothes
brother play that chord again i'll take you down to the den
where i keep all the private selves organized in wooden shelves
don't i look so pretty and pristine pumped up full of love and dopamine
now i'm on another trip: hooked up to an intravenous drip,
having visions that i can't afford, seeing judging faces behind clipboards
(to the the girls who want to be like me)
thirty three is what you'll never be
Track Name: Scarring, Scarring Night
she was crucified every friday night
only to be revived every monday morning daily grind
high heels break underneath feet fake-tanned orangey brown
you never thought your friends would laugh at this queen st hasn't a crown
i don't cry very often but not cos i'm never sad
sticky hair, a vomit-covered mess, i hear your name shouted across a room
but you're too fucked to look around and
where have all of your friends gone?
you mustn't have heard when they said goodbye
oh god this is just like one of those anti-drinking ads
and you're the young girl ain't it sad
i don't like the thought of you doing stupid things when i'm not around to take care of you
you know, oh no, you don't you don't cos you're too fucked to look around and
hungover, working the day shift at liquor king, wairau, north shore
happy faces buying beer to do just what you did last night, you did last night, you did last night
i don't like the thought of you doing stupid things when i'm not around to take care of you
you know oh know you don't you don't cos you're too fucked to look around and
Track Name: Spooky Toys
woke up today just to go through this production again
wanted the part of the machiavellian but got the fool instead
this life is a simple reality that makes itself so clear sometimes
but the hours in between those moments i couldn't count on both of my feet and hands
i could get attention if i made loud noise
if i started playing with some spooky toys
i could get attention if i made loud noise
if i started playing with some spooky toys
do you wanna ditch last period and come and watch a movie at my house?
coke in my fridge, pot in my bag, there's so much fun that we could have
let me introduce you to my good friends they're called mickey and mallory
they're two people like us the world couldn't understand and didn't stand for
this paralysis tears me down, begs to stop
blood of my classmates on the shoes i was forced to wear
i could get attention if i made loud noise
if i started playing with some spooky toys
you can take a human home with you to sleep
but they will never be forever yours to keep
Track Name: Rinse, Repeat
you said i could be someone else if i lived in another house
i was sad and so i wrote a song about it
i've been thinking about my childhood
the laughing faces of friends i'd forgotten about
the seductive simplicity of the past
the mum and dad who made me mad at the things i couldn't change
i won't dwell on it
no i won't dwell on it
people are like moving cars
once they touch you they can only bruise you
and later on confuse you
aah aah aah aah aah aah
good luck for a while i guess anyway
rinse repeat rinse repeat rinse repeat
the mum and dad who made me mad at the things i couldn't change
i won't dwell on it
no i won't dwell on it
Track Name: Blunted Affect
guess what it's here to stay
you can't wash it away
cos it'll stick with you
like an ugly tattoo
you went out and got cleaned out
thought you knew what it was all about
show me your conclusions
cos im sick of your delusions
bare feet on concrete looking like a stray cat stumbling along, eyeing people up
do they know? do they know? can they tell? that you've got something i don't think you'll ever sell.
skies are storming and mushroom clouds are forming in your head
i hate to be the one to tell you
guess what its here to stay
you can't wash it away
cos it'll stick with you
like an ugly tattoo
what have you lost and what have you gained except a set of clothes an eggshell mind eternally stained dirty
guess what guess what guess what guess what