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PURE DESTROYER

by WAR PARTY

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1.
Closing out Capping off The jingle of keys The sweet release A jutting bone And here in my palm Is a piece and a light The ticket price Of an easy mind A nail of light Pierced the heel of night Through ceremonial tropes Leaves an empty tomb The size of a baby tooth Bleeding in strobes A crying fire that swallowed it all Before it finally choked Well, if there was nothing before Maybe there will be nothing after So you can laugh until you're sore Pure Destroyer Yeah, if there was nothing before Maybe there will be nothing after Laugh until you're sore Pure Destroyer Natural Disaster Can you remember before You were ever born? Did you gather the dust That synchronized to form That body you wear That keeps growing hair Where you didn't tell it to? Like a thurible swings Past a crowd The pendulum fixed Yet the scent surrounds With a mind of it's own And no beliefs to prove No sanctity to uphold Except the very kind Which can't be denied And can't be bestowed To live and die Struggle and strive Carve and erode If there was nothing before Maybe there will be nothing after So you can laugh until you're sore Pure Destroyer If there was nothing before Maybe there will be nothing after Laugh until you're sore Pure Destroyer Natural Disaster The street light is on For the first night in months Through my glasses it reached Like a Rising Sun But then it flickered out Like faith in doubt Like the words on my tongue I'll just lay on the couch Stare at the ceiling And talk to no one Swallow these pills Get these prescriptions filled And get back to work And if there was nothing before Probably there will be nothing after So you can sleep until you're sore Pure Destroyer Oh if there was nothing before There won't be nothing after Laugh until you're sore Pure Destroyer Natural Disaster
2.
OK, I Lied 01:05
She got a pen-pal with a pedigree Now she can write to him any time Mechanic pencil lead brittle was she And when she cracked you could map her design She was the victim of an obvious crime She was a person in a paradigm Her notebooks filled with "to-do" lists And all her letters, they were swollen and sore "There's gotta be something better than this-- And don't forget the pharmacy or the store" You've turned your life into a chore "There's nothing left of romance," she swore Drawing the curtains tight Coughing all through the night The bed sheets hung in the windows And the windows hung in my eyes It was a lame attempt at Saturday night It was another little thorn in my side It wasn't anything Ok? I lied
3.
No Exit 02:45
The water is dancing to a spill Surface tension Too weak to mention Heat transferring into hell A caricature of classic literature I'm so tired of it now But there's no way out I guess it's better than checking in It won't make it in my mouth Won't feed myself I'd rather starve than be like them That little pocket won't fit much But if it does You gotta show me what's inside of it The dream is to be what you want But now what they said Was that you could be anything You take the stomach And I'll take the vomit So you can digest While I try to write this You take the calling And I'll take the fall And with no exit No, none exists It seem surreal It seems so real Easy to feel It's such a special effect I've got my shoulder to the wheel Wait no, not me But maybe "me" as a concept You take the stomach And I'll take the vomit So you can digest While I try to write this You take the calling And I'll take the fall And with no exit No, none exists No exit No exit You take the stomach And I'll take the vomit So you can digest While I try to write this You take the calling And I'll take The Fall And with no exit No, none exists
4.
There's no sound from the telephone These ears are ringing in an empty home How did you do the work? What do we talk about when we talk of love? The tool was your body Can I make it whole? Can you tell me what matters? Will sacrifice help unchain me? Can you tell me what matters? Will sacrifice help unchain me? Did you get what you wanted From this life even so? Without brick and mortar Love could make a home How do we do the work? We should feel ashamed When we talk about love You take this body Can you make it up? Can you tell me what matters? Will sacrifice help unchain me? Can you tell me what matters? Will sacrifice help unchain me? "I could hear my heart beating I could hear everyone's heart I could hear the human noise We sat there making Not one of us moving Not even when the room went dark It ought to make us feel ashamed When we talk like we know What we're talking about When we talk about love And what did you want? To call myself beloved To feel myself beloved On earth" Can you tell me what matters? Will sacrifice help unchain me? Can you me what matters? Will sacrifice help unchain me?
5.
Heavy Cream 04:59
It was a cold and rainy Monday You tried to bum a spirit from me I hate to tell you but I am not lonely So just take the smoke I ain't looking for your company Do you taste it now? The words as they're leaving your mouth How to twist that spout Keep you from running all out Do you believe me now? I don't care what you're talking about I'm trying to make it out It's always nonsense when we shout I stepped outside and he tried to follow me The jukebox was playing loud music softly No one was listening, everyone was talking When she was through, I asked him calmly Can you hear yourself? No one knows what you're on about You're just spilling out Too much time with the topshelf So you've got a personal hell Keep it inside your own cell You've gotta live with yourself Don't try to pawn it on someone else I hit the pavement with a few less cigarettes And the slightest buzz And that sick feeling you get When you find nothing Where you swore something was And as the rain came down I stopped at a bench To wash off for a bit Or maybe let it soak in But right when I sat down That's right when the sun came out And now I'm running I'm running I'm running I'm running on empty Oh yeah I'm running I'm running I'm running all over the town And now I'm running I'm running I'm running I'm running on empty Oh yeah I'm running I'm running I'm running all over the town And now I'm running I'm running I'm running my mouth Can you hear yourself? No one knows what you're on about You've got to live with yourself Don't try to pawn it on someone else
6.
Who's that sipping on bottles of glass? Pulling teeth from a cabbage patch Small town logic tension on the line Reeling up a catch of big city plight Whose that vying for a TV show? Reality stars in your favorite roles Sitcom numbness trickles down your throat Leaves you with no choices but still gives you a vote And it's gonna be a late one Here comes another plate, hon Chew it up before you swallow We're not leaving until you're done Forced into the path of least resistance Heaven and Hell work on commission Careful who you've been breaking bread with They've got kisses for you And the rest of the guest list Who's that wearing our favorite position? Twinkling little star of best intentions Peer into these eyes little light of mine I'll start a fire and you'll let it shine Who's that out there calling my name? Rolling cigarettes and sweeping drains Standing on a soapbox, shielding their shame They talk about love like they talk about pain And it's going to be a wild one Every body is getting wet out here, hon You better bring an extra towel, babe Or you're not getting in this Escalade Forced into a game of misdirection Don't confuse affectation for affection Not every doctor loves their patients But every crook loves a paycheck Maybe not how they make it Oh maybe it's worth a mention We've got the sweetest intentions Maybe it's worth a mention We've got the sweetest intentions Who's that out there calling my name? Rolling cigarettes and sweeping drains Standing on a soap box, shielding their shame They talk about love like they talk about blame And it's gonna be a wet one Ain't nobody's getting out of here, hon Chew it up before you swallow Oh you're not leaving til you're done Not til you're done Forced into the path of least resistance Heaven and Hell work on ommission Careful who you've been breaking bread with They've got kisses for you And they've been chasing their therapists Crossing their bare wrists Oh maybe it's worth a mention They've got the sweetest intentions Maybe it's worth a mention They've got the sweetest intentions
7.
Cursed 03:14
So you say you wanna go for the most But did you know you'd have to swallow it all at once? The comments and the threads and the posts So apropos of kudzu conquering the wall And now our little ghost of the south Has to watch her mouth This is a seance after all Let's conjure someone dead right now They're easily found in entertainment after all And so let's commence to the next act In the show, now shall we? It's a hole. It's cut. It's carved freshly in the shape Of empathy exactly It felt just like a blessing at first But maybe it's a curse Or even something worse It felt just like a blessing at first But maybe it's a curse Or even something worse And now you swear you have it figured out Your north from south Your tiny burden versus the weight of the world But your lost even now And just cause you pout It doesn't mean you were hurt at all A silent insurrection at first Was over-rehearsed Subtle details took the fall Wait, time just wandered out with your purse And I'm pretty sure It went straight through the fourth wall Of cold fear Ain't nobody is growing old here Without hurting somebody else Coal clear They're invisible like trolls Typing away under a bridge It felt just like a blessing at first Maybe it's a curse Or even something worse It felt just like a blessing at first But maybe it's a curse Or even something worse It drove just like a limo at first But maybe it's a hearse I'm thinking it's a hearse It felt just like a blessing at first But maybe it's a curse Or even something worse And so let's commence to the last act In the show, now shall we? Another hole but it's grown to swallow up Reason and spit out fallacy It felt just like a blessing at first But maybe it's a curse Or even something worse It felt just like a blessing at first But maybe it's a curse Or even something worse It drove just like a limo at first But maybe it's a hearse I'm thinking it's a hearse It felt just like a blessing at first But maybe it's a curse Or even something worse It's something worse I know that it is
8.
Fair Amounts 02:39
It's never too late to try another way It's never too strange to split in two But Maggots puff smoke Heads down From bar to bar Complimenting each other's shoes All in fair amounts All in fair amounts All in fair amounts All in fair amounts Where It's never too late to have another drink It's never too late for a line or two It's never too late to stumble all the way down Allen from 8th to College Avenue All in fair amounts All in fair amounts All in fair amounts All in fair amounts The nights still ride into the sun The wild side is just a walk away All the poetry was left undone Just like all those beds you've laid in Are all in fair amounts All in fair amounts All in fair amounts
9.
Little Vows 03:36
Frank hitched a ride To New York last night He's got a bed and a girl w Waiting for him in Bedstuy And only hours between This life and his dreams As the mile markers pass Like sand through a screen And when he wakes up tomorrow He'll go looking for work He's gonna dress to the nines Even smile like he's sure That the whole world is waiting For a man with his charms Who can shake with both hands After chewing off one arm Oh well Seed to staple Horse to stable To toil in this soil Til were no longer able It's easy enough These vague devotions to love To pen our little vows With a finger in dust So tell me who do you trust? Who makes the shit up That's worth repeating? And he won't have to settle Even to settle down He'll keep the twinkle in his eye He'll keep his feet on the ground As the years start slipping On an evening gown And the last song is addressed To the bedroom crowd Where the alarm clock is waiting Cause time isn't patient And it's no use to sleep If you know when you're waking Bu you remember a time When you felt so free That nothing that you heard Could ever make you agree But now you find That you can compromise It feels good to slip On the chains sometimes It's easy enough Those vague devotions to love To pen your little vows With a finger in dust But tell me who do you trust? Who makes the shit up That's worth repeating? Well you could say it one time You could say it twice You could say it three times Four times just as fine You could say it one time You could say it twice You could say it three times Four times just as blind You could sing it one time You could sing it twice You could sing it three times Four times just as nice Now you find That you can compromise It feels good to slip On the chains sometimes It's easy enough Those vague devotions to love To pen your little vow With a finger in dust So tell me Who do you trust? Who makes the shit up That's worth repeating? That's worth repeating
10.
I spent the past summer In truck stops, waiting For teenage lovers To stop masturbating On their phones Dude, we're an hour from home I know you're alone But we're an hour from home Candy, coffee and magazines I could tell by the way she looked at me She was mine Part of the time Isn't it fine Part of the time? I'd be willing to bet by now The truth can't be told So let the eyes roll Back in your hole You've gotta fill it alone Wasn't too long until I found out Just what post-teenage love is all about Cause when I got home She left a note It said that "love is a loan" Cocaine, Tumblr and nicotine I could tell by the way She looked through me She was mine For a party line I'll pay the fine But wait now Why are you crying? Cause I'd be willing to bet by now The truth can be sold So let the bank roll Back in the hole Until our credit explodes You're drinking whatever's free You're always losing your keys And always making a scene Small price to pay for a dream I'm having oranges and tea I've got my feet in the sea You're always making a scene Come on and listen to me Ooh ooh
11.
Look where we are now With this garden we've grown We can finally feed ourselves We could call this place home We could sit and ingest All this life we've suggested To be grown And deep in our guts We'll know We can't be alone And when every body blames us We let them We let them If any body names us Forget them Forget them But we won't ever let them Tear us apart again No we won't ever let them Tear us apart Not again Life felt hollow and will When a life is alone We were children until We were children grown old We could make like we're reckless Get drunk, high and sexless And even sober up We could find in ourselves Our own hand to hold And when everybody blames us We let them We let them And if anybody names us Forget them Forget them We won't ever let them Tear us apart again No we won't ever let them Tear us apart Not again In all the stories we loved There were tales of strange hope Yes, there were line cooks and queens There were barrels and scopes There was death and erection High hopes and perfection The costs of which unknown There was no use in lying Some quite firmly trying To let us know That when everybody's method Is "get them!" "Get them!" It's only bad men Who will let them Let them If you won't ever Let them tear us apart again You better pick up a stick And start fighting Start fighting Start fighting Start fighting Start fighting
12.
Racoon Song 04:14
Met you at the creek After dark Asleep, dreaming Of which you were a part Flesh, skin and regret Beast that man beget What has this become? Another grim Inhuman outcome It's not the end Some times it feels like It's not the end Some times it feels like It's not the end Some times it feels like it Some times it feels like it And here at night I can see you Where the lines are blurred And the dark is too much I can see you Where bad men Trade a traitorous touch The edge of darkness There's no light shining back Where evil lurks Waiting to attack It's not the end Some times it feels like It's not the end Some times it feels like It's not the end Some times it feels like it Some times it feels like it I'm sure I met you before A thousand years ago We'll meet again in the future Our fight is eternal You know? It's not the end Some times it feels like It's not the end Some times it feels like It's not the end Some times it feels like it Some times it feels like it

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War Party's third full length album pushes even further down the groove carved by 2016's To Love and Fear It.

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released August 10, 2018

Recorded at Cloudland Recording Studio
Engineered by Britt Robisheaux
"Pure Destroyer", "Fair Amounts", "Little Vows" engineered and produced by Markus Midkiff and War Party
Mastered by Jordan Richardson

All songs written by Cameron Smith & WAR PARTY except "Where I'm Calling From" and "Racoon Song" written by Tyler Moore & WAR PARTY.

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