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This EP was recorded in a day, live in-studio, without a click track.
Production by Grant Ebert
Additional Vocal Production on "Myrae" by Brian "Bnastyyy" Crant

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released February 10, 2015

Dante - Bass
Earl - Guitar/Vox
Jesse - Guitar
Sean - Drums

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Caligula's Birthday Party Bloomington, Indiana

Our band is..

-Earl Keith {Vocals/Guitar}
-Jesse Connors {Guitar}
-Dante Decanini {Bass Guitar}
-Sean Marnocha {Drums}

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Track Name: Wood Words
I once wrote on a parchment piece
of just how I felt; that I'm happy
as a tree. So now I hope there comes
a tree to write on my pelt that he's
happy as me.
Track Name: Brilliant Homework
In so far as two should spar
beat up yourselves, lie to yourselves
wanted to break and go play.
It's so far away -
sweeten the tale, light up and bail
wanted to shake from this place.
Hymns of bars and cakes
ring in the soul, echo the toll
that I've been assigned to pay.

It's so far away -
due date.
And no I can't start.
Because I can't stop, no.
and so many odd clocks show
just how little tick tocks
are left under my nose.

Head of tar, two-over-par
ipsō factō
spare yourselves up with some apathy.
It's so far away -
mind up for sale, hands clinched and pale,
hopelessly stuck is my pace.
Brilliant psalms awake
lights bright and full, push and they pull
look ma, I finished the race!

It's so far away -
due date.
And no I can't start.
Because I can't stop, no.
and so many odd clocks show
just how few tick tocks
are left under my nose.
Track Name: Myrae
Hi, I'll take the book buffet
and she will have the crab.
And any specials today?
Errands forming strange paths?

Well we all fall down, silent, unfound
on rocks left overturned.
Well we all fall down, for now I'll make some sound.
And I'll smack my lips, yeah I'll take this gift
and yell, "Kids! Get offa my lawn!"
Well we all fall down, for now I'll make some sound
my way.

Will you be my crab?
My dreams are pink and opaque -
waiter, can you fix that?