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City of Dogs

by Our Sunday Affairs

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Police Rock 03:03
I had a dream Drowned in a swimming pool Two tabs of acid in my jeans My mom gave them to me My stupid face, my stupid genes Now I blame everyone but me Let me gnaw on my fingers, I'm starting to teeth For the first time ever I've remembered to breathe Maybe they'll burn through my spine, Rip out all the words I'd use to describe The things I see in my head The things that make me believe I'd be better of dead I say we grind through the dirt Find some place better and live in the earth With only the rocks and the worms Sit and listen and watch as the world starts to turn They tried to tell me How I should feel I may not remember But I can see what is real Our pulpy insides This dimming porch light Wind, the night Somewhere that the joy won't find me I think I'd be better off without the dreams
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Hate Parade 02:26
It’s not easy to wrap around this The shapes led me here, they stretch their bounds off How could we exist in someplace beyond it The circle of things must've just forgot us Each time I played it back I puked up more and more And with every bit of bile My throat grew soar and soar I haven’t ate in days The water’s gone all warm Bending myself backward Sleeping on the floor Make your loose ends meet Just for experience Push me out of the way I didnt mean to interfere I understand that it's not easy to be a liar Take me somewhere nicer, somewhere with lots of water Kick Me While I’m Down
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The earth took shape in spite of reason The sun came up, broke through the trees and I clung to shade it gave me something to sleep in Crawl back to me I’ll keep your secret “The sky is a creatures mouth No heavenly bodies are gonna roll out Of the clouds And onto our laps” So we shout and dance Weave my way into Your hollow land Burn down the whole town Burn down the whole town Face into mask Fire in my hand Burn down the whole town Burn down the whole town Cradle my hands Drink water from the river We’ll carve our maps Into all the trees that litter My empty threshold They used to call home But now I carry All that I own Why leave the light on If you’re not coming back? (Fuck the sun I fucking hate it here Roll us back to a better year) Why leave the light on If you’re not coming back? (I miss my room dark damp and cold At least it was a place I could call my own) Why leave the light on if you're not coming back? You never believe in me I didn't believed in you, what did you expect me to do?
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Lo and behold Me splayed across the road Wade my way across This coast for casting stones Snap me in half with the holy ghost Cast me aside like your wish bone So I've got these parts that are Buried under ground They'll take their time It just feels so much faster when you're around Feel free to hollow out my chest If it brings you peace to your head when you go to rest Because I doubt I will see while I'm under ground But it was nice to know you while around I know that I rely on Empty speech well Desertmouth I swear You used to be a beach My stomach swells Thoughts of summer hold my hand
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This is an EP about the end of a world that doesn't exist. We hope you like it.

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released July 18, 2012

Jake sings
Tom guitars
Ryan drums
Donald bass

This was recorded, mixed, and mastered by Dan Pilla and Justin Hollis at Bad Lab Studio.

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Our Sunday Affairs New Jersey

Four piece emo/indie made up of kids who shouldn't have ended up in a four piece emo/indie band but did anyways.

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