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bury my promises​.​.​.

by latchkey kids

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1.
I promised myself By this age, I’d be someone Or at least, someone else Not on stage, but on top of The fuzz in my brain, It all seems so awful frightening I’ve got nothing to lose But loose screws that could use some tending to I can’t work a job if I’m not stable I tried 9-5 and I’m not able The real world is using me I’m at war with myself and I’m losing So I’ll Bury my words and my promises For the day that I learn to be confident I’m not dying yet There’s a hole in my heart, Where I used to bleed Since we started growing apart, A part of me retreats Inside, You decide, Is there a burnout or a burning light In me?
2.
Stuck in the motions I am motionless Your deep devotion i’m still getting used to it With pen and paper Rewrite my Broken promises So when I lose you later Would I still be innocent You came along Told me I’m worth something You sang me songs To patch my peeling skin Detonated all the traps I set Wrote my name down So I don’t forget I can’t reciprocate what I never learned And what I told myself I don’t deserve You taught me silent love Her love is too involved You had broken parents Was I collateral damage It’s in the street signs In movies and TVs Under lamplights, in books, In food I eat Can’t seem to shake off what’s been done to me I can’t reciprocate what I never learned and what I’ve told myself i don’t deserve You taught me silent love Her love is too involved You had broken parents Was I collateral damage
3.
I dont want to waste time, Underestimating beauty of rivers that are divine Am I blind or is my vision filled with pride For When God asked if he could move me, I just let him pass me by No more fuss and no more fuse, let’s control what we let loose Our generation's hopeless I bang my head against the wall, To forget what I’ve been through Over and over Somewhere our truth is hidden, in the front sleeve of a Whitman, on a midnight bus to camden I am candid, I am I am drinking and I’m eating Living off the land of fathers I don’t know And my soul seems to retreat into the absence it’s been fed, searching for presence and wondering where it went no more fuss and no more fuse, let’s control what we let loose no more rhythm, no more blues, no more punk rock 'siouxsie sioux's, no more Brian, no more Bruce, no more crying without use Our generation's hopeless, that's the choice we had to choose I bang my head against the wall, To forget what I’ve been through Over and over Somewhere my truth is written, in the front sleeve of a Whitman, on a midnight bus to camden I am branded in reclamation, how can we forge a nation from a hopeless generation I am stranded but at least, I am finally finding peace in modern transportation
4.
running late 04:07
let me be your wave the coldest wind, splash of water on the freckles of your face a movement without motion i’m working on my time, thinking less and moving past no ‘fucked it ups’ this time by promising too much, too fast i’m running late and you don’t have to wait because if you know me well, you won’t let it get you bent it’s not “the words I use” but what they represent i can’t forgive you if i can’t forgive myself i swear i will outlive you, the guilt that follows me around when i was 16, i thought i’d ride the p.a.t.c.o. out To see where it would lead, But I missed the train, they closed the gates i’m running late and you don’t have to wait because if you know me well, you won’t let it get you bent it’s not the time I lose but how my life is spent i’m running late but i can’t relate to the pressures of our age, to be punctual by day but hide my inner rage and if it’s not okay, i still won’t stop this great release, through stalling with an empathy for anything that breathes

credits

released June 14, 2019

hanny ramadan
guitar/vocals
bass, track 3
piano, track 2

cyle morris
drums, percussion

jeremiah lonergan
bass, tracks 1&4
gang vocals, track 4

sam crisci
additional vocals, tracks 2 & 4
bass, track 2


*with additional vocals on ‘collateral damage’ from:
anjali abrams, mila cloidt, kiara lopez, giovanni occopinti

*w/ more additional vocals on ‘running late’ from @jackandthemeoffs
(thank you sam, gio, and jack)

*cover art designed, painted and digitized by the wonderful and singular, eliza whipple

*additional love and thanks to brudda jack for lending his gear on ‘collateral damage’, playing these songs live, and for his emotional support inside and outside of the ‘art’ grind

*Tracks mostly recorded, mixed, and mastered by hanny in Voorhees, New Jersey and @
‘Cyclops Studios’ in Demarest Hall
'running late' remixed by Kyle Walsh

*Love always for our family, friends, jarod and kristina richardson, sophie hill, jordan meyers, mike meleka, jake nguyen, riley mangold, james courtney, the city of New Brunswick, basement showgoers, and all of those at Demarest Hall that helped bring out the best in us.

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