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St. Mtn.

by Saint Mountain

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1.
No Songs 04:17
sometimes awful things come out of my mouth drink too much move too fast dine alone keening along in my bloodshot voice no songs playing no songs playing couldn't tell if your threats were empty but hell all the devils were in the right-hand lane anyway i couldn't tell if your threats were empty but hell all the devils were in the right-hand lane anyway no songs playing no songs playing i'll tie you to me make a show of it watch the sun's disk swallowed break a window let the rain blow in this storm like a half-drowned dog seeking solace inside this storm like a half-drowned dog seeking solace inside no songs playing no songs playing less like a cut than a seam torn asunder and then like thread with an unintended flourish pulled tight (says he's okay, but he still seems a sorry sight) no songs playing
2.
In Victoria 04:43
all our idols are getting old and the ships they keep on coming in all our idols getting old and we're still waiting for infatuation and it's coming in like stormclouds and i'll still hold your hand and i'll still bear your flag and i love how empty the road to hope can be at six thirty in the morning i am without words but i come by it naturally and i can think of nothing to say unhang yourself shrug off that noose of borrowed rope unhang yourself shrug off that noose of borrowed rope don't you dare break these shadows underneath my eyes may as well be tattoos you better not make it cuz fuck, i might miss you all our idols are getting old and the ships they keep on coming in all our idols getting old and we're still waiting for infatuation and it's coming in like stormclouds all our idols are getting old all our idols are getting old all our idols are getting old all our idols are getting old
3.
here the days come to die cold and broke and screaming and it's clichéd but it feels like heaven to me small town girls get out soon as they can drive small town redneck girls get out bright lights as soon as they can drive small town girls get out soon as they can drive small town redneck girls get out bright lights as soon as they can drive so rail against the sins of the father and soak in those that the rest have to offer so rail against the sins of the father and soak in those that the rest have to offer you small town girls get out soon as they can drive small town redneck girls get out bright lights as soon as they can drive small town girls say they'll get out soon as they can drive oh small town redneck girls will get out bright lights soon as they can drive so rail against the sins of the father and soak in those that the rest have to offer so rail against the sins of the father and soak in those that the rest have to offer you because any cold street coward will tell you and any cold street coward can let you know and any hometown killer can let you know and any cold street coward can tell you love and only love's the only way
4.
i've lost it twice over in the past four days living ledge has got the loneliness back again got SUE'S LAST RIDE tattooed to his leg burn every goddam word he has to say getting drunk in winter parking lots untied to the plot but ancillary stoking fires under everyone to leave make something of themselves and burn every goddam word he has to say i've lost it twice over in the past four days living ledge has got the loneliness back again got SUE'S LAST RIDE tattooed to his leg burn every goddam word he has to say i've lost it twice over in the past four days burn every goddam word he has to say
5.
i can't see it with my eyes but i can see it neverless tattooed cross the inside of my head and i can taste it sharp and crude like fresh filings charged with static forced onto the back of my tongue my breath is vitriol and it's tearing the ear from your head and throwing it to the ground i woke you up lying on that blacked-out beach curled around the dead coals in the rain said how about you get me home and save me from my rotting brain? it's an ugly day and i'm disheveled out of force of habit i've got a bathroom tile bruise and a new crush and i won't shut up about her just make these hours stop just make them all go away fuck i don't want to talk about it i woke you up lying on that blacked-out beach curled around the dead coals in the rain said how about you get me home and save me from my rotting brain?

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eli - vocals, guitar
kyran - guitar, vocals
tyler- bass, vocals
bryce- drums, vocals

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released June 4, 2017

Recorded by Clayton Mallette
Mixed by Gregor Asch
Album Art by Tyler Vance Wright

Special Thanks to Theresa Hart

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Saint Mountain Nelson, British Columbia

edgy teens who like to live large and party hard

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