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THE PEACH PITS​/​WHINE TEETH SPLIT

by The Peach Pits

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1.
Wells, ME 03:54
spoken word intro written by Felix Donate Perez aka Foster Carrots (http://fostercarrots.bandcamp.com/) The bus will arrive to Pentagon Station bus bay B Within the next 6 minutes Ask a stranger for a light Inhale so fast you almost vomit Watch carefully as your hand shakes It's going to fall off January bites like you used too The bus arrives and you sit You wake up in 7-11 buying another pack of smokes You wake up in your living room naked You wake up and you wear You'll never sleep again Dissociation is the most accessible form of public transportation What's the quickest way out of this? We left it in Maine Our blood runs in Maine Are we far gone? Have we left what we loved? The rose we planted here Is dead and gone We left it in Maine We touched the thorns We left it in Maine Our blood runs in Maine To be so naked on the brink of something bigger than we had It scared away the ones who swore upon forever they died out We were alive in every way we'll never love like that again My soul was ripped in five that day and half of it never came back Now we're doing everything to rid ourselves of shit and sin No one ever fuckin tries to think things through while swelled with lies The water rushes cold I'm falling under pull me out of it The sky it opens it up and crushes all the things we set it sand
2.
Follow me into abysses Don't tell me you don't believe in witches 'Cause I'm right here The day will come I fucking swear I have a purpose right as rain as bear Inside I flare You will never take care of me Don't you dare breathe the air I breathe I'm out of air
3.
My mother Always looks on the verge of tears I've acquired That same over the years Hang me On the mantle so I can sink Right into the interior and shrink Kiss me
4.
Sometimes I'm misplaced in a dim lit Lowell Mass basement Our toes feel cold Our souls feel old But I feel at home in a cellar full of smoke So sit with me on the sofa and rest your head on my shoulder And warm my hands up again I'll see ya soon friend Sometimes I get fucked up and sleep on the floor and I hate the moment you close my car door I'd rather run with you and hop on a train And never look back again How many stupid things can I say about the way that she smiles or the bones In her face Cracked up with fractures But I like them the same Cracked up with fractures and still out of place You left a heart shaped red wine stain on the couch in the basement in the back of my brain You left a heart shaped red wine stain Sometimes I get wasted in a dim lit Lowell mass basement Our toes feel cold Our souls feel old But I feel at home in a cellar full of smoke with you
5.
It started when the warm weather came It started with a sin There were two sinners to blame For how it got away For how the chains fell For how it ripped out the door And ran like hell We did it to ourselves but we can stop it now We both agreed There could be no more Backdoor boy It lasted three days It happened the way it always does That's because we didn't mean it when we said "no more Backdoor boy" My life's in danger He knows where I live and knows where to find me I've got my brass knuckles I've got plenty of knives He's got his finger on the trigger And he'll squeeze it tight When he sees the whites of my eyes The lights of my eyes will flicker and fade away In a New England forest Marking a shallow grave There'll be a headstone and all it will say Is "no more Backdoor boy" It was just a regular night You and I were drinking colt 45 He showed up with a cold 45 Works every time
6.
Are you nervous and can you hear it? Beyond the racket of the workshop A hundred thousand dusty moving parts Gears and fans of ancient overheating computers creates a low hum Beneath the gun you'll hear the whispering In low tones and frequencies Easily mistaken for the whirr of the spinning lathe "Draw blood" "Will you drink it if I do?" Are you familiar with the word mutiny Can you tell we're sounding it out Day after day When you deliver the bad news Can you see it flash behind our eyes Treat someone like an animal and they will eat you alive Wait and see Bring the pot to a boil

about

Split with Whine Teeth! Tapes soon through Skip, Jump Records!!!!

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released February 20, 2016

Thank you to Jon Bicchieri for recording and mixing The Peach Pits side in Sterling, MA
Thank you to Al Saint Croix for recording Whine Teeth's side in Lowell, MA
Thank you to Jon Elfers for mastering
Thank you to Felix Donate-Perez the inspiration and words on the track Wells, ME((http://fostercarrots.bandcamp.com/))
Thank you to Nikki the Dog
Thank you to Tyler Anne Moody for the artwork
Thank you to everyone for listening to us and being our friends

THE PEACH PITS ARE
Eliza Jenkins-Vocals, Keyboard
Tyler Anne Moody-Vocals
Jake Nelson-Guitar
Max Carlson-Bass, Vocals
Kevin Boardman-Drums

WHINE TEETH IS
Jordan Hill

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The Peach Pits Nashua, New Hampshire

Members:
Eliza Jenkins
Kevin Boardman
Tyler Moody
Max Carlson
Jake Nelson

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