Ortho EP [Vocation White]

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white I. ROSES
SUGAR-II.white
RIDER peasant III. heathen HEADACHE
fat IV.
in V. WRITING
tatlin VI. (TOWER song)

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released January 23, 2014

ibid. is gabriel mathews.

baritone guitar, vocals, drum programming, and artwork by ibid.

recorded at los feliz yacht club in los angeles, december 2013.

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[vocation white]

© 2014

contact: ibidibidibid[at]gmail[dot]com

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ibid. Seattle, Washington

Please check out my new band at adultmauling.bandcamp.com

"The reason why everyone should move out of Los Angeles."-One Percent Jihad

ibid. is Gabriel Mathews. He moved out of Los Angeles.

Photo: Fay Walker
Background art: Dan Scowley
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Track Name: White Roses
These fingers are like roses round my eyes that I could wake up to the smell of burning coffee & the sound of younger voices than any I ever made with my own mouth under the fire through the white rose of the water in the deadest dark of winter so that I could drink it deeper than my legs could even carry us to regions where it's warmer & the light does not stop flowing to the panels & the doorways that are always left so open like the hearts of those who own them that are always left so open like the hearts of those who own them own them if I could only find this then I'd halt & drop my things I would plant roses in the garden white like fingers that have covered both my eyes up & my mouth too both my eyes up and my mouth too mouth too mouth too mouth too
Track Name: Sugar-White
With unsteady hands I would hold your head above the water keep the air flowing in I want your ring here round my finger so make what you need look more like me shape it over the months to come the only thing I ever have is time to enter into married life to be a rock on your dresser in your room don't you know the cheekbones of our children will be magnificent don't you know my face would look as old to others as it does to me don't you know you'd be the reason for my every move and my stillness too I'll steady my hands & make them into a cup for any drink you could ever need I see your eyes & their color you can blink & it will be alright the TV won't replace the sun there'll be milk and bread stocked to the roof I would start up a sugar-white life with you & let you dance me to a puppet death just tell me what it takes & I'll pay double just tell me what it takes & I'll pay double
Track Name: Rider Peasant Heathen Headache
On the prospect goose-stepping eat your heart out golden rider dry my hands off skillless peasant anything you say I'll just disagree ghosted I've been ghosted I've been busted I've been had in the drive-through face dripping do your worst you sun-tanned heathen give me up you funded headache leave me in the road I'll get myself home ghosted i've been ghosted I've been busted I've been had ghosted I've been ghosted I've been unlaced I've been had I've been had I've been had I've been had
Track Name: Fat
Don't act like I'm made of glass take a swing feed me fat don't speak to me in tongues you know I know hold me down leave us it does no good to stare we're drinking to our lowered sights we're tearing out our matted hair so leave us leave us cause these are dead thoughts born of no trust & I don't want you in my head you'd feel it too much & if the walls come like the newsmen say I won't be on the side of those who are known to eat their young
Track Name: In Writing
I don't want you because I can't have you I want you cause what else can I do I'm gonna need this in writing I can't turn this to another room I'm built into its marzipan walls I'm gonna need this in writing it's more than what it once looked like it's paling as it spreads till thin I'm gonna need this in writing oh to cut a window in my weighty skull that I could climb out to arrive at you I'm gonna need this in writing felonies of months past are snaking through the frost I sink into my armchair a broken plow-horse your warmth would be a blessing but I don't know the words or of which god to ask it by which corner to lift it I'm gonna need this in writing this is a warning I'm gonna need this in writing this is a warning I've made each of my demands
Track Name: Tatlin (Tower Song)
If we build a tower a tower is what they'll see but now this massive pit's been dug a tower is what they need so let's build a stony tower of nothing that they know & in the blackened shadow they'll begin to glow no one will ever tear our fucking tower down