The Art of Scarring

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1.
Hello Brooklyn (free) 03:54
You can save your sorrys for yourself. All these murals and photographs are wicked paper memories of a time, when I stood so proud of all our children with a blink, and a wave. I'm across from you at a wake I am scarred, but I am strong Together we are not afraid I don't know you. And you don't know me. So why should I care about your silly “plans” Hello Brooklyn. How have you been? Why haven't you called? You can save your sorrys for yourself I might kiss your lips if they'd stop moving With my hands, in my chest a tourniquet on a broken heart I will be, your hero I will be, your God damn excuse So take up your arms And run to the east You can burn Everything In my name and every little thing will be alright I don't know you. And you don't know me. So why should I care about your silly “plans” Hello Brooklyn. How have you been? Why haven't you called? You can save your sorrys for yourself I kiss your lips, and they stop moving Hello Brooklyn. How have you been? Why haven't you called? Hello Brooklyn.
2.
Hey, beautiful. I know it’s not your graduation day. But they don’t make a card for this moment But hey, maybe this one will ease your pain. My words And my thoughts While I scream from my heart to my throat from my mouth through the air Into your ears, but you don’t care Let it be known, let it be known. That I am in pain Hey, hey beautiful. I’m not convinced that you know this I have no regrets But would you do it all again? In the back of the synagogue getting drunk off communion wine Patiently I waited Went through the contents of my pockets While my angel screamed and cursed out “God” And the trees stood still as if in awe White knuckles grasp the railing Sweat beads and pulse is racing There is no sound, where’s the sound? Where’s the damn sound? Not a single breath escaping on my knees praying, shaking There is no sound, where’s the sound? Where’s the damn sound? My words And my thoughts While I scream from my heart to my throat from my mouth through the air Into your ears, but you don’t care Into your ears, but you don’t hear Let it be known, let it be known. I am in pain
3.
Die Guilty 03:35
So...you prayed about this did you? Knees bent and clutching hands? Ten years of Sunday school flowing up to the Promised Land How long? How exactly did He put it? What were God’s exact words? How did God tell you was the best way to lie to me? Die guilty So...you think that this is over? Well it's not. Die guilty You call me a sinner? We both know I’m not a saint. But don’t you think you are better. I know for a fact, you ain’t. So...you think that this is over? Well it's not. Die guilty Die guilty
4.
Grand Theft 02:59
Hey, hey, hey Popping hoods and so hot wired gasoline tank full perspired All night long She kept me up all night long New Orleans She was my favorite little hotel queen Hey, hey, hey… I drove her like I stole her Well, hell…I guess I did. I'm a lock pick gun and slim Jim She got those leather, thighs, and chrome trim Hey, hey, hey, well, I guess I did. Sorry Charlie, she’s with me tonight Tomorrow, I won’t care
5.
Saves Nine 03:35
Did you believe me when I told you That I had nothing but the best intentions And would you believe me if I told you That I am not ashamed To admit that I’m afraid To admit that I’m not okay To admit that I’m afraid Of what may... Well you are.... And you’re so.... And I can’t.... The words, they escape me If I could capture all the time I wasted chasing you I wouldn’t. Would you? And if I could go back and I could do it all again I wouldn’t. Would you? I slurred and I stumbled through countless arguments My head in my hands, I played it over and over again in my head I’ve been here so many times, and I know where it ends Well you are.... And you’re so.... And I can’t.... The words, they escape me If I could capture all the time I wasted chasing you I wouldn’t. Would you? And if I could go back and I could do it all again I wouldn’t. Would you?
6.
The man at the bar is a friend of his But he don’t even know his name He calls him out by the drink of his choice This is the local price of fame He never wanted to be here He never thought that it would last this long Never thought he’d be pouring drinks With a college degree and head full of dreams The girl at the end of the bar has declined the drink that you bought for her Says she’s sorry, but she’s had too much She wouldn’t mind one of your cigarettes She don’t smoke, but only when she’s drinking Isn’t that what everyone says? Same time, same place, the same damn show He’s your local celebrity Dim lights and the neon signs Beckoning to the passerby Come on in, and sit on down Make your friends by buying a round How are you doing, and what can I get you? His one-liner, his catch-phrase Same time, same place, the same damn show He’s your local celebrity The matchmaker The cab caller The moral authority With wet shoes A stained shirt The uniform of the hometown hero Same time, same place, the same damn show He’s your hometown hero Same time, same place, the same damn show He’s your local celebrity Same time, same place, pouring his way into the local hall-of-fame
7.
Skirmishes 03:40
Like alcohol and cigarettes Nothing good ever comes of it There is nothing I hate more than a lie I don't know how you do it But you always do it It doesn't matter You’re all shout, no fight If seconds feel like hours Then hours feel like years and every single minute is more than two days and too long to wait for you to die Calendars and watches lie They can burn my flag, but I hold my head up high I don't know how you do it But you always do it It doesn't matter You’re all shout, no fight Rise up, rise up Everyone will know my name They cut and burn and seer my skin With needles, pills and carcinogens Burnt out But it will never fade Fall down Drag it up, drag it up, drag it up, drag it up Like alcohol and cigarettes nothing good ever comes of it There is nothing I hate more than a lie I don't know how you do it But you always do it It doesn't matter You’re all shout, no fight Rise up, rise up Everyone will know my name They can burn our flag; we hold our heads up high.
8.
If You Ever 03:08
Why do I have to pray About something I already know the answer to? I’m right. You’re wrong. And God’s not going tell me otherwise. One last thing, one last thing Cause I was hoping If you ever loved me If you ever cared, then… Tell me you hate me Tell me we're through Tell me you used me, tell me the “truth” Tell me to give up Tell me to move on Tell me we will never be together again Tell me I'm stupid Tell me I'm dumb Tell me I wasn't the only one Tell me we're over Tell me you cheated Tell me you lied when you told me forever Lie to me Lie to me Break my heart – make me believe Never again, never again Will I lie or curse or even sin If you could find it in your heart To make her disappear So you don’t believe I pray? Well there’s a little taste. One last time, one last time cutting and slashing so if you ever cared…
9.
This is not a lecture. It’s not a lesson or a speech It just a list of things I’ve learned on the path to goals I will never ever reach This is not statement. A declaration of the truth Just an account of things that happened on my way to Duluth Minnesota is coming fast My frozen heart is in my past I don’t know why I’m leaving this place My baby, the Upper Peninsula This is not a regret. About the choices I have made I fought so many demons In the form of asphalt, snow, and rain This is not a knee-jerk A backlash against the truth Just an account of things that I saw on my way to the boot Louisiana is coming fast My frozen heart, is in my past I don’t know why I’m leaving this place My baby, the Upper Peninsula A little Yankee-doodle lagniappe For all you kids in the swamps Although I love it, I miss it It’s a part of me, I miss you – The U.P. Say ya! Ya! To da U.P. eh? Eh? Although I love it, I miss it It’s a part of me, I miss you – The U.P.
10.
She was not above faking She was not above leading on It was not above bleeding, not above choking - not above death. Carefully proceed my friend Your next words could be ringing in your ears for years Carefully proceed my friend I can only break so much So much before I’m broke I am not above begging I am not above change but I can overcome her I can over love her I can over take her I can over Carefully proceed my friend Your next words could be ringing in your ears for years Carefully proceed my friend I can only break so much So much before I’m broke You falter You stumble You’re always Giving up the ghost It crumbles It buckles You're always Giving up the ghost This world is cruel and unkind I'm the one calling the shots this time I won't fail I won't choke I won't be Giving up the ghost It was not about science It was not about pain It was about mercy About safety About a cancer Carefully proceed my friend Your next words could be ringing in your ears for years Carefully proceed my friend I can only break so much So much before I’m broke You falter You stumble You’re always Giving up the ghost It crumbles It buckles You're always Giving up the ghost This world is cruel and unkind I'm the one calling the shots this time I won't fail I won't choke I won't be Giving up the ghost
11.
Welcome 02:57
So where are you going to sleep tonight? Whose floor is it going to be this time? Do you suppose a call is too much to ask For a little peace of mind? So what’s it going to be this time? The bridge, a train, traffic, or overtime? I know you got one, so let’s hear it. I know you can’t wait to tell me why you couldn’t make it. At home, in bed, staring at the ceiling, I’m wondering when you’re coming home. It’s way too late, I’m giving up on you again My eyes are closed, but my ears tuned to the phone. So what’s it going to be this time? The bridge, a train, traffic, or overtime? I know you got one, so let’s hear it. I know you can’t wait to tell me why you couldn’t make it. Let me guess. It’s going to be another hour? Let me guess. Something ‘just came up’? I know you got one, so let’s hear it. I know you can’t wait to tell me way you couldn’t make it …to tell me why you couldn’t make it. So what’s it going to be this time? The bridge, a train, traffic or overtime? I know you got one, so let’s hear it. I know you can’t wait to tell me why you couldn’t make it. So where are you going to sleep tonight? Whose floor is it going to be this time? How hard it is to sleep alone at night Not knowing if everything’s alright.
12.
Rubbernecking Another Friday night As I gaze upon the wreckage That was your life last night I'm not going to apologize For never offering you a ride We all make our own decisions ...and all of yours were terrible Flowers stuck in Styrofoam A cross on the side of the road It's Sunday morning in the afternoon I stand and deliver These words that will move you I’ll make them believe that I am fighting back tears The make and model of your car Crackles and struggles from the speakers of my AM radio It’s not as if this comes as some surprise We all offer our abilities to fake apologize Falling all over your family It’s the social event of the brand new year It’s Sunday morning in the afternoon I stand and deliver These words that will move you I’ll make them believe that I am fighting back tears And all of you who drove on by You place the blame on me Bitching about an inconvenience As you pass a tragedy All my life I've been so careful No broken bones No risks no gains But I can't say I've done mine better cause in your days you were so free.

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Recorded and Engineered by Matt Fredrickson at Jacketweather Studios, Austin, TX
Mixed by Joseph Milligan at Suedehead, Austin, TX
Mastered by Paul Leavitt at Valencia Recording, Baltimore, MD

squint is: Dane Adrian, Matt Fredrickson, Matthew Coleman, Nathan Snyder, Ray Murley

Executive Producer: Erin Riley

Album Art: Jeremy Parker at PunkRockLoveArt and Matthew Coleman

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released September 19, 2014

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