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extended family

by Treehouses

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  • Extended Family Cassette Tape
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    the 'Extended Family' release on limited edition cassette tape released through Spit the Dummy Records

    Alternate cover art by Ghost Hand Design

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    each cassette comes with a hand numbered unique mini polaroid photo, a hand-written unique lyrical excerpt and two icey-pole stickers

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1.
3am 04:27
it's getting too late for you to go home i'm running on empty but there's nowhere else to go and you thank me for biding my time i'm holding my tongue what was i meant to say it's getting too late for you to go home i'm running on empty but there's nowhere else to go but i promised that i'd be a good host my heart is beating just loud enough for me to notice it listening never speaking but taking in the sound it's like i'm searching my eyes are slow and dry they itch each day like i'm resetting i'm getting more tired i don't fear sleep anymore it's welcome now i knew what i was doing i tell myself it's my choice confusion forgave me for chewing my cheeks and thankfully choosing to and asking to and lying out to everyone by lying down and keeping my jacket on despite the fact that it was far too hot to confusion forgave me for chewing my cheeks you woke me up at three o'clock coughing up the awkwardness and wanting you to leave (waiting out the storms day by day feeling like spinning passivity beckons paving the way to fictitious bliss wishing i was somewhere else and wanting you to leave) it's like i could slide off the ground again either i'm rotating or the earth is again counting seconds rampant self-awareness killing any escape and writing about someone else not depending on them or their friends for motivation my formulaic destruction now it's almost over i might have broken out not empty anymore rediscovering colours and familiar sensations memories re-imagined or the discovery of lies my eyes are telling won't let me return anymore i move further away from you each step that i take (and thankfully choosing to and asking to) (you woke me up at three o'clock) (it's getting too late)
2.
jack 03:15
i couldn't be bothered putting clothes on after the shower so i sat down naked and dripping on this chair when it is damp later i'll wonder why i'll wonder why why the wine bottle was half full last night but by morning it was half empty i had a glass half full night out and a glass half empty hangover he gave me a plastic cup of water before i slept and a fresh one when i woke he gave me vitamin B, and chocolate while i told him about heartbreak and in the morning he gave me a stern lecture about why you shouldn't text boys back i kissed him goodnight last night for the first time maybe the last time i didn't know how else to physicalize how much love i felt how to physicalize the physical lies of a glass half full friendship in a glass half empty situation i said i'd drive him to the airport i don't know how i'll walk away i don't know how i'll leave alone it'll be like forgetting a part of me on the baggage carrier going round in circles unable to stop i will cry into chocolate and vitamin B i will drink vodka that tastes like his shoulder blade i will write poems in the shapes of his laughter and i will try to keep my bed half full but without him my bed will always be half empty i never believed in the phrase 'other half' always feeling like i was complete on my own but my best friend is leaving this country and without him nowhere feels like home
3.
fade 04:46
it's been ten months why are you still lying to your girlfriend about what we did last night your addiction to misinformation challenges every conception i've constructed about love explain the attraction if over half the words you've said to her aren't true you spend more time maintaining facades than ever trying to show her yourself believe me i know you think he treats you well but look at his friends have you seen what they do for him is he there for them or you why do you still love him he's not what you thought he was does he know who you are does he know what you did last night why are you there believe me i know you should just leave doesn't seem like you can back away turn your heels and leave insert yourself here into the shoes of the wounded feel the pain of what you've done suffer and fade with the setting sun do you ever think of the bloodshed let it burn deep into the back of your skull and as the broken memories lay dead fleeting fast in the mess of broken glass let me ask you a question when you look into the mirror are you proud can you feel the monster's eyes on yours can you feel the world shatter without a sound is the person staring back someone you'd like to call me swallow what you've become watch the world shatter without a sound watch it fade you will fade
4.
the road 03:41
and now she'd rather forget the horsepower of express trains the featherweight bones at canning bridge and the knives in the drawers of paradox apartments shivering in the heat of an un-carved heart she's always standing in the hot ghost of someone's car cold-blooded sex starved her skin tight she's got no fight in her lungs open mouth washed out she's figured that her revolution was just an apocalypse and she's practising her final pages unsure how to use the emotions i'm still still with your clothes on my floor she will sit still she spills her tea again hands shaking heart racing until she is still i'll fill glasses fill stories fill memories fill in still saying we aren't playing anymore she's sleeping in out and around spilling pills filling empty thrills killing any chance of sanity i wonder if she will sit still she forgot to save dragged her feet around campus looking for a friend finding nothing she goes to catch the bus but charity workers block the way she doesn't have the words to say she always had a choice she runs finds a spot on the grass working men in the distant no money no mates she cries oceans of salt and snot into hands and she doesn't know why red lights drop to green climb yellow back to red red eyes closed tight she crosses roads deliberately aimless whistles from men in cars breeze past the breeze glances her face eyes turned downwards to shoes and cracks looking for wasted second she feels her heart beat crack rain crashes against concrete eyes rise to knees then hips then lips to eyes immediately darting away fleeting tension unsure of expectations heart caught in her throat both girls stop and stare these feelings aren't familiar exclusionary hypertension on thoughts of family feelings and friends who needs to know why not tell them you can it's hard getting easier she's scared drawing scribbles for breath scared of these theme-less dreams these sex delusions and the same old seconds unraveled her system's insignificant she can taste the blood on the road but she won't know where it goes
5.
it will be ten days until i see you on the 29th of may ten days after the 19th, only three days time until there's twenty more days to go get rid of written words i'm kicking each day out of it's cocooning mess sick of tuesdays chewing down on knotted shoulders knitted tightly to over-felt associations and lost once loved memory things that all too often trigger big, bad, angry, exquisite emotions to knock my toothbrush against my teeth and bite chunks out of my own cheeks to feed no one but myself i've written five pages tonight maybe i should stop watching clocks i'm not myself i've lost what cost me my sanity any clarity isn't here i'm always waiting eating the 19th up until one memory today is lying in a question of worship does it come naturally to over- feelers feeling out their own existence to the point of non- existence filling up by picking out and pacing through erasing points and finally filing every point and line away awaiting night and dawn and day and dusk exist as one occur as one be gone and done and multiplied by nine not points on lines that all at once have not yet happened and seem to never be able to happen each moment is secretly twice of the other and waiting is taking so much longer than any other activity and i'm doing it always patiently running patiently crying patiently just making it and making up bus rides dreams run in your consciousness fake discussions taking chances i'll leave you to your lies continue analysing signs having a crisis (i'm doing it always) i'm crumbling at the seams just keep melting into your surroundings
6.
i'm still stuck in the rut of convenient misleading and badly treating i'd be conceiting if i could say it's over even slower i better show her but i won't please don't should i ask one last time unsure of consequences or where that path leads i'm still stuck november 2011 there were six of us a train ride for two hours and a bus for four more none of us old enough to drive laughter and lingering gazes blur together with the trees of the forest rushing by too young to be leaving anything behind i fell in love with a dream, of what our life could be the smell of wood smoke, warm tea and old couches on fading porches 'and in that dream i'm as old as the mountain children grown on the edge of the riverbank what a life we led in the summer' the following year was different smiles just a little bit quicker to fade eyelids heavier earlier more years behind us more alcohol to erase them the third time felt like the last and it would be and i wonder if i'll ever go back there again or if there is a place to go back to not a home but a place to feel at peace and a place to feel truly loved so i've been saying no to things my body needs and yes to everything it doesn't trying to find my way back drawing pictures with old memories of times we spent forgetting heartbreak or words we shared content in masking taste with inhales and exhales locating memories and isolating warmth and feelings you've given me reason to remember watching ink set into skin the flux of light and colours mix the pain interlocking denial and confusion scattering and shattering regularly waking with a head weighed down waiting to regret the day ahead eager to forget contemplating temptation and the subtle seduction of never knowing (trying to find my way back the smoke doesn't taste the same always wondering if and doubting that it is even possible trying to find my way back) i heard there was a fire but i'm too afraid to ask

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a collaborative release involving some of our favourite local/national/international poets, musicians, and artists

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released March 12, 2016

Tim Mead - vocals
Ethan Reed - guitar/bass/vocals/piano/glock/recording/mixing/mastering

Jakob Boyd - vocals
Courtney Carnaby - vocals
Rob Courtis - drum recording/engineering
Hannah Davies - photography/film
Fiz Eustance - vocals
Andrew Evans - vocals
Maddie Godfrey - vocals
James Knox - vocals/violin/drums/percussion
Saskia Rots - tape artwork/layout

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