don't tell.

by Iscariot

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vocals: mary claire hancock
guitar: grace leu
drums: sean baker

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released November 18, 2016

we recorded this at the Hypnotone Studio in Sacramento! Thanks Andy!!

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Iscariot Sacramento, California

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Track Name: Baby Teeth
we talked about pulling teeth
little us and our little techniques
different art forms we practiced
different surgical tactics.
you were scared and soft
you made sure your hands were washed
wait 'till they're hanging by a thread
coax pearls from your mouth and you never even bled.
your patience payed off
your teeth are fine
bones worth a dollar
bones worth a dime.

(chorus)
pullin' out our baby teeth,
we both confessed to forgetting the feeling
empty ache
soft hole in my head
you kinda feel like that instead.

phantom limb syndrome in my mouth
knock 'em out before my heath goes south
I used to be scared of that pain
but then it all started feeling the same.
I was eager
and I couldn't stop
bloody sink
a homemade dentist workshop
pulling bones from my gums,
an empty mouth makes you speak in tongues.
my haste was my demise
eager for a silver prize
now my teeth aren't as straight
they say good comes to those who wait.

(chorus)
pullin' out our baby teeth,
we both confessed to forgetting the feeling
empty ache
soft hole in my head
you kinda feel like that instead.

do you remember what it's like pulling pieces from you head?
no I think that means our youth is dead.
a metaphorical loss of our childhood
I don't know why but I thought all that blood felt good.

(chorus)
pullin' out our baby teeth,
we both confessed to forgetting the feeling
empty ache
soft hole in my head
you kinda feel like that instead.
Track Name: Out
hit the pavement like you mean it
headlights, rubber, and asphalt
insides oozing like a demon,
please rub my wounds with rock salt.
I hope the bruises show,
I want them to know
that I liked it when it hurt
soft brass-knuckles
I hope this blood stains my shirt.

(chorus)
get out of this body
get out of this head,
c'mon, please, I just wanna go to bed.
get out of the house and start the car
don't know where I'm going but I hope it's far.
baby, please, be good at everything you do
cause if you aren't they'll find out
about you.

come home slow
full of cigarette butts and bubbles
honey, they won't know
this is a chalk outline
I sent the body-double.
hit me like you mean it,
the meds, the leather, the cotton
we should up the dosage, Mama
to fix this thing inside me that's rotten.

(chorus)
get out of this body
get out of this head.
c'mon, please, I just wanna go to bed
get out of the house and start the car
don't know where I'm going but I hope it's far.
baby, please, be good at everything you do
cause if you aren't they'll find out
about you.

trip up the stairs,
smelling like bourbon
smelling like her skin
this age is so suburban.
trip down the stairs,
nails turning yellow like a school bus
keep the walls quiet, honey
don't go stirring up no fuss.

(chorus)
I said get out of this body
get out of this head.
c'mon, please, I just wanna go to bed
get out of the house and start the car
don't know where I'm going but I hope it's far.
baby, please, be good at everything you do
cause if you aren't they'll find out
about you.
Track Name: I Know You Hate Your Friends
we've all dated each other
or made out once or twice
and I think it's really weird that you don't know 'bout my life.
I really hope we don't have any classes together
Veronica Mars and the rotating Heathers.

(chorus)
I know you hate your friends
'cause I hate my friends too
and I know you wanna quit
but your vision's askew
and I know can't relate to the group
that sits across from you in the room.

she's quick to fall in love
they're quick to make her feel used
please say you love me so much
but leave me feelin' confused.
on and off and on and gone
we make each other so sad
Frank-n-Furter and Rocky, Janet, Asshole Brad.

(chorus)
I know you hate your friends
'cause I hate my friends too
and I know you wanna quit
but your vision's askew
and I know can't relate to the group
that sits across from you in the room.

hey guys, if you're listening to this song,
don't look too deeply into it.
everyone gets kinda frustrated and annoyed at their friends sometimes
and it's hard to function.
so don't worry.
just keep telling yourself that this song isn't about you.
'cause it can't be right?
unless it is.

(chorus)
I know you hate your friends
'cause I hate my friends too
and I know you wanna quit
but your vision's askew
and I know can't relate to the group
that sits across from you in the room.
Track Name: Milk & Honey
when she kissed me
she broke my bones.
right hand of God
kneel before the throne.
I'm too big for this burial ground
my hand around her waist is a thorny crown.
my skin rots and falls off when she touches me
baby, spread your legs
like Moses split the sea.

(chorus)
choir hymns of "oh my God"s
leaked from my teeth.
Lazarus thoughts and holy water
bubbled up from underneath.
say a prayer of communion
under halo white sheets.
you can die and resurrect
but we'll never be at peace.

our hands and feet
are full of holes.
stigmata screams
babe, we're two damned souls.
antichrist eyes
our acts are heresy.
on the alter bound
a little death here with me.
Father, Son, you, me, and the Holy Ghost
say amen and taste my skin like the blessed host.

(chorus)
choir hymns of "oh my God"s
leaked from my teeth.
Lazarus thoughts and holy water
bubbled up from underneath.
say a prayer of communion
under halo white sheets.
you can die and resurrect
but we'll never be at peace.

holy shit I'm totally going to hell for writing this song,
it's blasphemous, I hope the after life isn't all that long.
confessions are supposed to be special, ya know?
drunk, confused and young
shit I'm so sad and on New Year's all I can think about
is your tongue.

(chorus)
choir hymns of "oh my God"s
leaked from my teeth.
Lazarus thoughts and holy water
bubbled up from underneath.
say a prayer of communion
under halo white sheets,
you can die and resurrect
but we'll never be at peace.
Track Name: Linoleum
I can't see myself in the glossy reflection.
astro-turf and scratchy polyester
kinda feel like rejection.
feet first, back straight,
1, 2, 3, 4
take a lap and pass out,
no, I can't take it anymore.

(chorus)
run the track, kid,
your body's fucking weak,
get your damn blood moving
it'll rid you of that disease
that afflicts you all over,
mind, body and spirit.
shaking thighs, sweaty palms,
our shouts are incoherent.

alter-ego autograph
sharpie signature on cotton,
scratch your name across your chest,
I hope my name's forgotten.
weight-room anxiety
my mouth tastes like bile,
I hope the dumbbells crush me flat,
final destination style.

(chorus)
run the track, kid,
your body's fucking weak,
get your damn blood moving
it'll rid you of that disease
that afflicts you all over,
mind, body and spirit.
shaking thighs, sweaty palms,
our shouts are incoherent.

oh, sweat turns to blood when you can't make a 12-minute mile,
when you can't outrun the flood,
shit, these shorts are so out of style.
oh, sweat turns to blood when your blister eats the bandaid,
drag me through the mud,
I hope she bumps my grade.

(chorus)
run the track, kid,
your body's fucking weak,
get your damn blood moving
it'll rid you of that disease
that afflicts you all over,
mind, body and spirit.
shaking thighs, sweaty palms,
our shouts are incoherent.