Sound and Fury

by Iscariot

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about

Thank you to all of our families for being so incredibly supportive of our ideas and for helping us make our ideas a reality. Thank you to all of our friends who supported us, listened to our music, danced at our shows, bought some merch, and sang along. Thanks to everyone who made fun of us, minimized our hard work, and spent energy being unproductively hateful. You were so much fun to write songs about and you really made it too easy. Thank you to all the strangers at the shows who said we meant something to them, your enjoyment of our work does not go unnoticed. Thank you to Maddy Kenshol for slinging merch and serving looks at the shows. Thank you to Andy Vaughan at Hypnotone for laboring over this album with us and spending your time and energy to make these songs come to life so beautifully. Thank you to Lindsey Jones for feeding and hydrating us as we melted in the studio and for helping to arrange some beautiful harmonies. And thanks to all of you listening to this album:)

credits

released July 23, 2017

All lyrical and instrumental arrangements are the rights of Mary Claire Hancock, Dustin Leu, John Hancock, and Sean Baker.

Lyrics written and sang by Mary Claire Hancock*
Guitar by Dustin Leu *(as well writing/singing The Fall)
Bass by John Hancock
Drums by Sean Baker
Mixed and recorded by Andy Vaughan at Hypnotone Studio

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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: Kid Constellation
The cuffs of my pants have never touched my ankles
and my hair is almost dragging on the floor.
I have learned to grin and bear it
and act thankful,
declared all of these things I am
but I’m not really sure.

(chorus)
I was told I look like a
kid constellation
and I’d like to think it’s true.
But someone else said
the stars are all dead
and that’s when I realized
no one is ever really looking for you.

Put your shoe to my throat
but baby, smile real nice.
My love is probably gonna rip through you
like a cannibal with a fork and a knife.
And I’m hanging from the ceiling
by my fingernail beds,
I’ve gotten so good at lying
people probably believe me when I say
I don’t feel dead.

(chorus)
I was told I look like a
kid constellation
and I’d like to think it’s true.
But someone else said
the stars are all dead
and that’s when I realized
no one is ever really looking for you.
Track Name: Milk and 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 afterlife 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: Fishbowl
When did you stop knowing your friends?
When could you tell it was just means to an end?
Apathy, secrecy, littered all around,
I’ll catch you Monday
6 feet underground.

(chorus)
Everyone’s good at
shedding their skin and
dying their hair
and talking about you
pretending they don’t care.
So when you feel good,
keep it under your tongue
so they can’t take any more of your head,
I’m tired of feeling so young.

Press your hands up to the glass.
The fishbowl’s getting crowded
I’ll just miss anther class.
Hey, guys, do you still like me?
I’m trying to stay pleasant ‘till next week’s party.

(chorus)
Everyone’s good at
shedding their skin and
dying their hair
and talking about you,
pretending they don’t care.
So when you feel good,
keep it under your tongue
so they can’t take any more of your head,
I’m tired of feeling so young.

Can you brave all four years?
Can you spare some blood, sweat and tears?
The best time of your young life so I’ve heard.
Well, honestly, I think your history’s blurred.

(chorus)
Everyone’s good at
shedding their skin and
dying their hair
and talking about you,
pretending they don’t care.
So when you feel good,
keep it under your tongue
so they can’t take any more of your head,
I’m tired of feeling so young.
Track Name: The Fall
Woke up with your lips on my mind.
Slowly I feel your hand go down my spine.
And I’m broken up, can't see my dreams anymore,
you say it's not enough and we're lying on the floor.
Study me, grit your teeth, I’ll close my eyes,
I’m the cadaver but you're the afterlife.

(chorus)
Say you want me and I’ll be by your side.
Say you'll leave me be and I’ll give you paradise.

Alpha, omega is your head held high?
Beta psi theta rho and gamma chi.
This body of truth is telling me lies.
Between gods and men
I can't choose a side.

(chorus)
say you want me and I’ll be by your side
say you'll leave me be and I’ll give you paradise.

Between innocence
and experience,
I’d rather know it all.
It's deadly to be heaven sent,
I’m ready for the fall

(chorus)
Say you want me and I’ll be by your side.
Say you'll leave me be and I’ll give you paradise.
Track Name: America's Favorite Martyr
I’ve forgotten how to fall asleep,
I’m buried six feet under the carpet.
But the thought of the boiz and the grrrls
makes my knees go weak
and honestly, sir, I love every second of it.
I like the sound of my name in your throat
I hope you like the way my kind tastes.
I wonder if you can hear these words I wrote,
am I really such a waste?

(chorus)
America’s favorite martyr,
everyone loves a good sob story,
except you.
Uh huh, because you’re
America’s favorite martyr,
can’t do anybody wrong.
Dying for your imaginary cause.

Keep your hands out of my hips.
Wipe your sorry face off my screen.
I mean really dude, read my fucking lips,
do you wanna see us get mean?
You’re ripping off my skin
and I’m apologizing for the carnage,
you get a standing ovation
for tending to your own bleeding garbage.

(chorus)
America’s favorite martyr,
everyone loves a good sob story,
except you.
Uh huh, because you’re
America’s favorite martyr,
can’t do anybody wrong.
Dying for your imaginary cause.
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.
Track Name: Hand Stamp
Something forged me from the floorboards,
full of feedback, dripping with sound.
I want to live in the walls of this house,
break the windows, learn how to drown.

(chorus)
I’m nervous
but I know this is how it’s supposed to be.
I feel at home at a sweaty house show
and everyone is just like me.

These punk boys treat cigarettes like chocolate
and I want to feel everything.
Maybe after we lose our hearing
dying here will be sweeter or something.


(chorus)
I’m nervous
but I know this is how it’s supposed to be.
I feel at home at a sweaty house show
and nobody’s exactly like me.
Track Name: Runner Up
I know what you want
and I’m here to say that it’s not fair.
I know that you only need me
when what you need isn’t there.
And I know, I know,
it’s sad that sometimes I care.
Baby, didn’t anyone tell you
that it’s not nice to stare?

(chorus)
If you’re gonna leave, please,
take all the time you need.
And if you’re gonna hurt me,
You might as well do your worst, baby.

I can sing you to sleep,
no I don’t mind I’m sure.
And when you wake you’ll tell me to leave,
God knows it’s all I’m good for.
And I know, I know,
that you still want something more.
In desperate need of anything to
pick you up off the floor.

(chorus)
If you’re gonna leave, please,
take all the time you need.
And if you’re gonna hurt me,
You might as well do your worst, baby.

How bored did you have to be to fake this interest in me?
I always feel like I’m in second place in a two-man race,
like I’ve got “runner up” tattooed across my face.

(chorus)
If you’re gonna leave, please,
take all the time you need.
And if you’re gonna hurt me,
You might as well do your worst, baby.
Track Name: Laces
My friend, her shoes are mismatched.
Her mind is haphazardly askew,
they say “we’re not mad, we’re just disappointed in you”.
She’s lying right to her parents’ faces,
she’s tightening up her shoe laces.
I know she wants to run far away,
sticking her thumb out on the freeway

(chorus)
A homeless man on the street got her shoes.
They’ve got different laces and feet
but they share the view of the
zip code that binds them to the pavement.
This house is not a home,
her heart is vacant.

I bet you’ll find ‘em on the street
‘cause it doesn’t matter in this heat
if you’ve got bare soles or rubber,
can you hear the sirens?
Can you hear the thunder?
Neither of their clothes fit anymore,
too thin, begging is such a chore.
The church she used to sleep in was bulldozed
and empty sidewalks leave her feeling exposed.

(chorus)
A homeless man on the street got her shoes.
They’ve got different laces and feet
but they share the view of the
zip code that binds them to the pavement.
This house is not a home,
her heart is vacant.

Tie them together like thick rope,
she doesn’t have a home so she’s losing hope.
Can you see them up in the sky?
I’m afraid I’ll see her next to her shoes
hanging from the power lines.

(chorus)
A homeless man on the street got her shoes.
They’ve got different laces and feet
but they share the view of the
zip code that binds them to the pavement.
This house is not a home,
her heart is vacant.