[the year] e​.​p.

by Special Noise

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Recorded and Mixed at Youth Club Records 2008.
Engineer: Andrew March
Artwork and layout by Special Noise.

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released August 1, 2008

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Track Name: there's a [last] time for everything
Like the knife stabs you back
Like I am like that
La La La
But it's a dull blade, can't break the skin
That I've crowned the best, it makes my bed
Track Name: define you
what if this is all we got
what if we could stand less
what if this is we get
what if we can't stand it

it will slip your mind
so tell us the story of your life

who's read your type?
who's heard your voice?

it's the numbers of people
[that define you]
Track Name: g. pardy
Invited guests told "show up on the dot" show up, start to talk.
Someone says how people's pets like them the best, and someone asks, why is that?
And soon, a conversation about how hairstyles dictate lifestyle.
Who decides if this party's fly?
Who decides if this party's been worthwhile?
Track Name: he beat
In response oh friend, what a concept, but who's got the method [tucked away fell through the ice] to keep up with their own lies?

Quit is a new term this time around, meaning stopped, better than so-and-so at least for now.

Is it endearing or common to be terrified every night, it's a long walk home, not alone.

It's fear, hypocrisy, to fear these streets you claim to love, so safe, you're not safe.

When the smallest semblance of a hill warrants detour, you know this city too well.

[joggers]
Track Name: make believe
Said set out across the plains and fly!
Someday soon we will all be pilots.
yeah, pilots.
Track Name: [the year] fun died
Since the same year federation admits it's fake
Little meatheads in the making had to cry for their hulk
Both upset and let down, still some could pretend
That there's skill and beauty even if it's played up.

With "I knew all along, but it's more then that"
"I'm drunk enough to dance off beer and nachos,
steak is steroids so let's start a fight"

This sport's for knockouts make the musclemen shine
Facepaint in onesies, let's rile up this crowd.

Graying Hulk, in chainmail and bikers vest
[challenger] close talking near a kiss from the legend.
Can you really say what it is you want to
[no!] who writes the script? mr. corey o'grapher.

woooosh!