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The Week That Was

by Bats & Battleships

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A Toast 04:25
So, here we are, the five of us. The anniversary, of self fed misery A toast, to soiled bed sheets, and soiled friendships A toast to you, me, them, us and all that we have shared God, I'm horrible Despicable But if I didn't have a finger to point or a tongue to fork Tell me, would I be inadmissable? Was it worth it? Was my finger just long enough? Or was my tongue laced with gold? A metallic tang on your pierced lip A toast, to the copious times a foot wedges in my door And how I always seem to let you bite my ear And make it all go away Look at this Rorschach, tell me what you see? I see body parts, fragmented and joined in two Look at this Rorschach, tell me. What do you see? So, I raise my glass, go hunt mother Redeem yourself beyond blue lens And I say to you, go find the one You're never going to find it, here again.
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On The Cusp 03:54
Standing at the mirror, un-noticed at the foot Of the bed I was lied in. Lay me down, in the sheets that I, Could tell you the truth in, yet grit my teeth. Lay in the blood from claw deep scratches From either of you History repeats itself There you are, on the cusp of capricorn You undecided, more than you decide Here I am, your failed scorpion With a broken sting and your eyes in the back Your goat horns stab into Red pouring thick onto olive green sheets Separate hooves trampling my grey. I always repeat myself Borderline repeats me. I can't tell my selves apart So how do I tell you two apart? Same goats, same ghosts here to haunt me. You on the cusp, you on the outside And me, me on the border I'll tear my selves apart And repeat myself in halves.
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47° 05:02
Glisten, the sweat on your thigh It brings me back Primal, this heat can't keep me away A leg parts off to the side It forces me, reach out This heat, reels me in It reels me in Calloused onto smooth Bumps on the thigh A whimpered call A deep let sigh Picked up, thrown down, so raw, so real French lace, the finest of shackles Tie me up and keep me here We lose all of ourselves We sweat pure instinct Lucid pillow underarm
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Introjection 01:42
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This room never felt like home anyway Boxes piled up in the same space as unpacked Just like the notes in your jacket pocket Stuffed and forgotten, to be remembered another day A wall with frames A cat crying out in hunger A single bed that was never removed A bike with legs was meant to build a home Instead a cell of circumstance and misread signs These legs couldn't carry me anymore The mind weighed down by the things that were never said They will be just like the notes in your jacket pocket Stuffed and forgotten, and never seen again Your jacket pocket has swallowed me whole
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They say that a man can redeem himself Showing your bare skin, I think they are right They say that a man can be forgiven Your hand slides down, I think they are right Clearly I am the luckiest man alive Karma's paying out and mine dates back, but They say that a man can forget himself With this twice gone I guess they are right I say to myself if I was anymore weak I would not know my own reflection They say that a man can be forsaken With your back turned sharply I know they are right They say that a man cam be forgotten But after years and you still scream my name to all those who will listen Spit out more venom Pass on the cold shoulder once more And take away my validity Opportunity strikes in friends and weaker minds Raise up those fangs And drive them deep into the backs of those you control Try your best to take me down again What makes a man one of the same?
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This mouth spits vines And salivates at the thought of breeding fake time This mouth spits vines Gnawing at itself to get a taste of what lies ahead And you treat it like a sport Your words take control as they reach the ear And you treat it like a sport A point for every time you force a shift in my eye And I treat it with my life Every word striking me with the force of a lash And I treat it with my life Syllables being ripped clean from my throat These vines ooze lies Wrap around the arms and legs leaving you paralysed Don't fear your words Just because you can't remember them Don't fear these words You'll never forget them These vines, these lies Tighten their grip around the limb These vines, these lies Rip the flesh clean from the bone
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There's nothing more in sight There's nothing more I can see Even in the dreams I had When I knew not of this beast Only the fire in your eyes And my future drowned at sea I've navigated this sinking ship Across the globe for the fourth time Each time around I've battled you Sometimes being victorious But this time, I've been waiting I have prepared myself I'm going to encounter you, one last time Baiting you with precious words And feelings of security Wearing you down, drawing me in Closer, closer. It lends itself to the launching of harpoons It sticks in your neck marked as a passionate kiss So throw cross this net Disguised as a warm embrace Then it pulls away Flailing violently across the ocean Ripping me clean off my ship, sinking ship behind me Holding on for dear life as it pulls me into the deep I go back to the one I almost caught.
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Curve my palm around your neck Fingers through your hair Your soul leaps from your breath Fingertips on my teeth They connect and let me hear your thoughts As our atoms push against themselves We never really touch anything anyway Thin layers separate us all from everything.

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All Music by Bats & Battleships
Lyrics by Jason Breen

Produced, recorded and mixed by Oh, Silence
Mastered by Michael Sale

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Special thanks to Michael Gale, Daniel Lambert, Jacob Hegarty, Vanessa McCurry, Beau Charman, Scott Jobson & Andrew Clipsham for all the help over the past year, whether it be lugging gear, taking photos, lending equipment or fixing Jason's broken guitars.

Additional thanks to Leila McCrae, Keegan Reed & Brendan Wilson for putting up with the noise, pain and general stress we were all under.

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released January 5, 2012

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Bats & Battleships Newcastle, Australia

Bats & Battleships are an Australian post-hardcore band formed in Newcastle, NSW, 2009. Band members are guitarist Jason Breen, bassist Chelsea Feneley, vocalist Nikki Fitzsummons and drummer Dylan McCrae.

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