My Life As A Wet Blanket (May)

by Weatherer

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Apathy:

"Lack of interest or concern, especially regarding matters of general importance or appeal; indifference. Lack of emotion or feeling; impassiveness."

This months Soul Rent really took on a life of its own in musicality and in the content communicated. We really tried to make write songs we hadn't written before. Lyrically I (Elias) found myself exploring this feeling of the "buzz-kill" or "wet blanket-ness". I find the feeling that takes over people in the final days of a important period of their life bizarre. People generalize that these "graduation goggles" impose the same view on everyone, but I have found this not to be true. While so many people are talking about how much they're going to miss everyone and how much they will lose in the coming transition, I, for some reason do not feel that way. I have an ample amount of respect for the person that I have become through these past years but also a sense of yearning for the future. We hope you enjoy this glimpse into the life a conditional buzz-kill.

Keep it based,
Weatherer (Ben+Elias 4 Eva)

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released May 7, 2013

Ben Socofolosky- Bass, Guitar, Prod.
Elias Armao- Drums, Guitar, VOX Prod.
Aaron Alarcon- Prod. on DTF The Big MF

Elias' wonderful neighbors who have put up with 3 months of constant recording! Thank you!

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Weatherer is a band based out of Denver, CO. Thanks for being here. Have a listen, if you like what you hear keep it, if not send it right back.

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Track Name: An Afternoon At The DMV
Your voice has left the room, but it doesn't mean you were never there. I still feel your name on my breath sometimes. And it never tastes like what it looks like in the window. You swallow it back inside just so you don't choke, because dead men tell no tales.

And on the inside of my head, well there's a man that wants me dead for the stones I've left unturned and for the damage that I've done.

I pray the ghosts will find their way, to a higher plane or a deeper grave. You can't unearth the earth itself my dear. And It doesn't matter how tidy you keep your handy work with a mind like a crime scene you'll never keep it clean.
Track Name: You Can Lead A Horse To Waterboarding
Oh how these anchors look like wings.
Oh how your answers swim like stones.
Reckless heart you know you're not prepared.

So talk to me about getting something for nothing. And draw out the lines I must walk so I can find my salvation. If there's no inferior design tell me what separates shepherds and sheep. If you can't see the flaws then progresses jaws are sewn shut.

Well in the church and in the alley, you get what you paid for.
You advertise the absolution so give them what they came for.
Nothing like a path through fire, to keep a mind from thinking higher.
So please make a donation to the gatekeepers of your heaven and hell, heaven and hell.

(You have to bury your dead)

Oh how these anchors look like wings.
Oh how your answers swim like stones.
Reckless heart you know your not prepared.

Well in the hills and in the valleys, you get what you paid for.
You advertise the absolution so give them what they came for.
Nothing like a path through fire, to keep a mind from thinking higher.
So please make a donation to the gatekeepers of your heaven and hell, heaven and hell.
Track Name: Perfectional
It's time we gained some distance on this hearse, if I could find the words I'd talk my way through the walls. Running this in circles inside my head, muttering about living free but, I can't seem to pull it closer.
Gotta make some money, gotta buy some thrills. Cheap girls and gasoline just trying to burn a whole in me. Nothing here is sacred, no nothing here is free. Just snakes like you and me, trying to slither clean.

I'm not doing this for you. Because whats in there way once they see that you'll roll over? And I think that's its true that they'd rather you a canary. Living in depths and only speaking in the way that you drop dead. So as for your snake oil odds I know exactly where you can shove it.

Staring down the barrel of my goodwill, the fire's burning low but, the darkness is justified. I think there's something deadly about this game, last time I ran into trouble, well she looked just like you. Moving like a siren but talking like a crow. Good god make no mistake, you will not burn me twice. I'm trying to cover bus fare from hell and back.

I'm not doing this for you. Because what's in there way once they see that you'll roll over? And I think that's its true that they'd rather you a canary. Living in depths and only speaking in the way that you drop dead. So as for your snake oil odds I know exactly where you can shove it.
Track Name: DTF The Big MF (Prod. By [d.o.p])
I try to shake your body heat, off my mind I try to burn a whole in this consciousness of mine, but I'm finding that sleep doesn't even rescue me. 'Cause Ive been searching everywhere for something to steady these feet. Looking back I can only see burnt trees, my black hands suddenly reminding me.

That a dose of self destruction does the body good. And just west of heaven, there's a bad neighborhood. Its time to swear allegiance to the flesh or to the bone and try to have a good time, with or without your clothes.

Because if we really are just entertainment for a deity with a cruel sense of humor, then mabye its about god damn time that you got yours, and I got mine.

So way to keep it classy, three shakes to the wind. And tell them what you hear love, nothing but the rain. An apathetic blood flow from beginning to the end. You're wearing your skin like it's to tight for your own good.

Because If we really are just entertainment for a deity with a cruel sense of humor, then mabye its about god damn time that you got yours, and I got mine.
Track Name: There's Always Money In The Banana Stand
Lay down your arms, your losing. This is not your fight anymore. This is not the time or the place to die, but I think, that you knew that by now.

Its like my thoughts are walking through a screen door or falling up the stares. Tripping over legacy trying to figure out what I'm leaving and what I'm taking with me, 'cause Bridge Town, the jury's still out on you.

I'll compose a list of things that I know. And when August is over Ill let go.
And I refuse to pretend that I care, my conditional apathy is neither here nor there.

Lay down your arms, your losing. This is not your fight anymore. This is not the time or the place to die, but I think, that you knew that by now.

The truth is I don't feel so low when I plant seeds that I know will grow. Setting hypotheticals aside. I can't complain about much right here tonight.

Lay down your arms, your losing. This is not your fight anymore. This is not the time or the place to die, but I think, that you knew that... by now.
Track Name: Pinion Court
Touch down for a minute in copetown. The thin air really straightens me out. And not for a lack of trying I can still feel the death that shook me from my sleep at 3 am. Where do we get off thinking that were grown by smoking cigarettes and inking our skin. Because the booze took his teeth many years ago, and the whites of his eyes weren't far behind. There's a body in the bedroom whose soul has left the earth and now resides in the light spilling through the window.

She's only one option to pass to, you see PVP believed in hell on earth. Because loss forces perspective like peering through the crack that was letting the light in the whole time. Origins and genius are one and the same when not looked at so linearly. And the devil in the armchair, slowly turns to stone alone with pictures of his bi-annual family.

He is more dead than the ashes in the urn will ever be, every ounce of love he stole dried up. Nothing on the earth dares touch her now, Ooo many miles seven kids one war, real love perseveres.
Track Name: Not A Stitch
Shady nasty quite the fucking pill. I hit the grown like a hammer hits an anvil. I see you sweating, the room is red hot. Its' a dirty business losing faith in what you got. The gloves are off now over by the door on the heaps of hats I never thought I'd wear before. Making eyes at the girl in white.

For fuck's sake, stop freaking out. Just pay your debts so they don't die with you. "Let's work it over" she says to me but I can't tell a euphemism from a metaphor. Humming bee monster. Long legged disaster.

So tell me baby, you wearing cologne? you smell like trouble and a couple guys I've met before, I mean nothing by it I just ain't buying what your selling with your snake eye's dirty tongue. Its a gamble, you found his low card I played the wall while you planned to play the head board. Please forgive me, I can't seem to see the romance of the back seat of your parents car.

For fuck's sake, stop freaking out. Just pay your debts so they don't die with you. "Let's work it over" she says to me but I can't tell a euphemism from a metaphor. Humming bee monster. Long legged disaster.
Track Name: Politically Erect
Cool kids don't call me anymore, I think I might be infected. With retrospect, cause and effect and a healthy sense of self preservation. Because I can count on one finger the amount of fucks given about our hour long conversation, about thirty dollar snap-backs and Snapchat and how apparently that gives your life meaning.

If you're flocking with the trendy sheep, It isn't "counter culture" anymore. Googling fair trade restaurants like you didn't know, where your Iphone was made. Please resist the urge to prophesize about how you're better than me, because of all the water that you save washing your hair once a year. And sane people don't say shit like "I will not poison my body but my cigarettes are all natural".

Domestic double standards.

And it's sad that we can't imagine a pre cell phone and Facebook world. Now its pics or it didn't happen, the human condition is now impersonal, and mid-calf's just look stupid, bro tanks arn't winter wear, and would someone tell these girls its not ironic to dress so anti-platonic.