Good Works EP [Vocation Silver]

by ibid.

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one.925two.DEAD, FALLSthr
ee.HUMfour.CAUGHT IN A
COUGHfive.TOOLSsix.DREAD

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released 16 January 2014

ibid. IS GABRIEL MATHEWS. HE PLAYED AND DID EVERYTHING HERE. RECORDED IN DECEMBER 2013 AT THE LOS FELIZ YACHT CLUB IN LOS ANGELES.

PROVOKE.

[VOCATION SILVER]

©2014

CONTACT AT ibidibidibid[AT]GMAIL[DOT]COM

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Track Name: 925
Need to grow myself a hydra head where I could store the lives I've lead all my houses & all my beds all my houses & all my beds got it while the getting was good got it when my mind was black got it through my falcon hood got it with knives in my back 925 925 it's silver need to grow myself a hydra head to fill with dough to fill with bread & all my loves who'll soon be dead & all my loves who'll soon be dead
Track Name: Dead, Falls
Dream if it's right for you if it binds you to the contact points around us the way we draw our lines in needle thread & black iron & as a body, dead, falls I'll be emotionless I'll kiss a mummy's kiss & spit out the bloody feast make all the sudden moves that I ever dreamed to speak if it lets you break if it makes you whole through the splitting furniture & around the skidding cars they hit you even when you turn away & as a body, dead, falls I'll hit up the races I'll blow through the pages & split every difference make all the sudden moves that I ever dreamed to
Track Name: Hum
Let's drive til there's nothing but hum let's fight with only our tongues hum your lips against mine & I'll suck them through my teeth cause I don't need no more receipts live in sun til I get bleached live in sun til i get bleached let's drive until we kill the hum let's forget there even was one hum to fight the hunger off & I'll feed you what you wanna eat cause I'm a man & I like meat & they can't take away our feast no they can't take away our feast this is a life that we can lead & I'll work towards it til I bleed & hum away the bloated days until we're both released
Track Name: Caught In A Cough
There are bills to pay from outside your home you've made an offer now you'll be left alone drop the handgun drop the milkshake we've got blood yeah we've got cash yeah we've got pills yeah we've got pills you are not your words you are not your thoughts you are not your hands you are not your knots but I am but I am but I am but I am caught caught in a cough we're standing on legs yeah we're standing on stilts gonna have to grow fins gonna have to grow gills
Track Name: Tools
"Make sure to produce with each word you use" they tell me I'm nothing they know that I'm juiced with each passing minute it grows & turns red by inches & meters by hands & by heads so darling don't forget me & all the wordless shit that I sometimes helped you to see in open containers in parking lot fees before the AP photographers arrived on the scene & gulped it all up through pinholes & straws then pushed it back out through their black hole maws now it walks the pale streets inventing new laws doing good works with nothing but blunt-filed claws "make sure to produce with each word that you use something your children could turn into fuel" I've been turned into fuel a mere donkey a mule a meagerly blunted and filed-down tool
Track Name: Dread
& what could I even think to dread with you so at my side at my left with widened eyes nothing else is right in flattened tones you pry it out the broke and shuffling waterlogged old lie of mine that nothing at all is right & you here at my left & me all white inside & dirty hanging pieces & open hardwood boxes & no more blight upon my hearth & sandalled toes under the sand & you here at my left & me with naught to dread