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Sea of Junk

by Lily McKown

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1.
Sea of Junk 03:35
Can I just sit in the dark? Or stand in this waterpark When does life become a sink without a plug We watched you swim through the undertow the lifeguards blew their whistles but you ignored the call sometimes I think your mind goes blank an empty fish tank replaced with 90 proof alcohol and I envy how you're never scared of anything at all when does life destruct? Or is it just yourself in a rut We led you to a cul de sac the circle drew you in then spit you back Sometimes I wonder if this town is worth it's price and shade an impulse upgrade all for a head start to your grave When does life become an excel spreadsheet with a coffee cup And I can't sit for that long and I couldn't ever be that strong fake hands pulling you along to a place where you don't belong Once you lose your grip your in the hands of anyone anyone. Can I just sit in the dark? Or stand in this waterpark When does life become memories washed up in a sea of junk
2.
Hey Owen 02:55
The sky looks like a website for a religious cult that I don't wanna be a part of switch channels right as he heads out the door something happens over time a baby has the time of his life until he cries and I can nurse him back to happiness but I can't help him with his disease like how a doctor can cure his patients but leave his own child out to freeze Hey Owen, are you allowed to speak with me? Hey Owen, are you allowed to speak... Your eyes look like an infomercial that I think I am missing out on and I still can't figure out what the price is Nobody ever says Your dad washed his hands in a separate sink drove us in the wrong direction a cross hanging on his rearview mirror purely out of fear Hey Owen, are you allowed to speak with me? Hey Owen, are you allowed to speak... Where's a first aid kit when you need it? Where's a real friend when your torn? Where's the curtains once you've killed it? Where's a father when he splits then locks his door? They disappear when you need them more
3.
This street has somehow survived a blender cycle on high and they push the button right in front of our eyes Lately I've told our stories and punchlines should have thrown my friend a lifeline and when I ask she's doing fine but thats code for a steady decline and I forget to translate it sometimes And my backyard is a time capsule thats reached capacity and my own back door is locked like a kid on Halloween run up excited but the lights are off so I guess it's time to walk to another place the future is a strangers face and you're too afraid to say hello Cause every party or reunion revolves around something your missing something that you love and it's the not the same as it once was a sugar rush with razor blade cuts but you show up just because if you don't no one does Death dissolves we drink it till the pain is gone a mixture of rain and sun In solitary confinement you have won so let's get this dinner done and pray to god to be the next one to another state where you can't speak or operate and your frozen cause your world has been sold a flower pops spring comes and departs habits form I trust my tarot cards It's whatever I believe It's an itch up my sleeve It's a bunch of drunk stars forming a picture of a car leaving a driveway leaving my driveway.

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Recorded at Guilford Sound in Vermont
Engineered by Matt Hall
Mixed by Lily McKown
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

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released March 29, 2019

Special thanks to Dave Snyder and Tom Leonard!

Danny Garfield plays bass on track 2
Jimmy Chrzan plays drums on track 2 and 3
Additional vocals by Carly McKown track 1 and 2


All songs written and performed by Lily McKown

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