Presents: Mother Tongue

by 1876

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released 02 August 2013

Written and performed by 1876.
Recorded/Engineered by Brandon Wiard at Backseat Productions.
Mixed by Adam Cox at Brooksfield Gentlemen's Club.
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music.

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Track Name: Wolfe
Yeah it feels like cheating death living in these fields of howling apparitions who bear witness to tongues writhing so restless. Well I'm not looking for conviction. I just want an easy way out. I'll tell you all my secrets if you tell me all of yours; preen the plumes to keep the mockingbird's wings bound. Oh mother help us 'cause we're not afraid to die. Oh this was not a war that I was born to fight 'cause I want bright lights and greed. Give me the girls who say money is all I need. An apparatus where the occupants are stored we're painting murals of martyrs made into monolithic statues in our minds. I want the banker's daughter, lets face it ladies and gentlemen: who wouldn't want to drink for free? So give me glamour, these are my years to waste. Give me glamour these are my years to waste. We're an overflowing canvas with far too much paint. Torn and tattered are the lungs that we gasp for. So give me glamour, these are my years to waste. So give me glamour. You know we're in trouble. We're a generation of excess and I'm an epicure with the palate of a man with oil coursing through his veins. Baby, I'm a machine and I've heard the voice of god through all the circuitry. He said, "I'm goddamned proud of your eccentricity. Now here's your podium, your microphone. You'll be the richest prophet hell has ever known." Turn off the TV set, orchestrate the revolt. I'll tell you how angry to be; as chaotic as the seas. I'll teach you how to sleep. I'll teach you how to live. I'll teach you how to fuck. I'll teach you how to breath. Well I've heard the voice of god. It came from inside of me. I've heard the voice of god. It told me how to control the weak. Hoarse is your voice as you sing the chorus of the faithless. This is the end of the individual. This marks the end of you and me. We'll make the history books, become the fiction of their fears. Lets face it, who doesn't want to drink for free? Execute the useless. They're just starving for a horror story. Brush up your Sunday best. The fashions that we follow are better off dead. Yeah, we're better off dead.
Track Name: Lost In Taxidermia
I am flawed in the mirror image of perfection, an abomination of this earth. We could have been so much more. So let the water rise. So let the water rise higher than your expectations of me. Crash against the foundation you've built this plague upon. So let the water rise. I am the cause of all your ailments. I've learned you love what makes you ill. The disappointment I've bestowed could fill this room. So what's an eye for an eye? We all bear the cross for those that we love to hate. Trudge through the desert for 40 blistering days with just your pride to keep you from sleep. How far is this from debauchery? In silence we hide our sins, while giving praise to the one we're created in. So let the water rise. I am the blue eyed perversion of a whole man's life undone. I am the cause of all your ailments. I've learned you love what makes you ill. Lie in a pool of subjectivity. Deny the core of what drives the worst inside of me. The tallest pillars always seem to have the hardest fall to take.
Track Name: Leper Sea
We're in the market for a brand new sensation, a laceration just to prove we're alive. The current systems prove to be problematic. Make them believe that they need us, Yeah if they wish to survive. We'll replace the institutions. We'll establish a new means by which we'll control. Give the pitch that this is the future. Don't be a widow to the past no one wants to be left alone. Hit the lights don the black wardrobe. Honey don't forget you've got to give them a show. Let the cry be heard round the world. Yes we're a guillotine and this is all we know. We're in the market for a brand new sensation, a laceration just to prove we're alive. This goes against all of human nature. Make no mistake this is no contradiction. Hike up your skirt and purse your lips a little more. You're bound to want what you loathe when its not yours to hold. Put a price on all their heads. They're all the same the only difference is how much I spend. Let the cry be heard round the world. Yes we're a guillotine and this is all we know. We're in the market for a brand new sensation, a laceration just to prove we're alive. Make them believe. Make them believe that they need us, Yeah if they wish to survive. Make them believe. We gotta give these fine people something to hold onto. Make them believe. We will make them believe. Do not fret your cries have not fallen upon deaf ears. What we need is a modern day Jesus Christ Superstar where we can all play the lead. Yes you can be the king and parade around with your crowns made of thorns. We will make them believe. Make them obey.
Track Name: RnR
Throw me to the wolves, open the door. It's been a long, long time. I've got salvation on my mind. I could make a more wicked man than me look like a goddamn saint. I didn't come to be dismissed at the gates. All you protest kids lying sickly in your beds you've missed the communion trials of the last in line of those who've given in. I dismiss my regard for those who've fallen victim but more for those who stuck around. There's a certain order in which we ought to fall into; Men picking up their arms to fight a war we've already lost, women choking back the nauseating notion that the justification of the way we're living, of the way that we live, might not be enough for the first in line of those who've given in. I dismiss my regard for those who've fallen victim but more for those who stuck around. I can't seem to get my head straight. Are you condemned for filling my heart with discontent? Cut the wires that were holding me from my first untainted breath. Put me to rest. I can't seem to get my head straight.
Track Name: Insania Mania
I can say exactly what I mean. We're a sad excuse for what was foreseen. The fodder overrun the streets with filthy hands, drag their mules through the paths the less fortunate have paved. Bleed them dry. Bleed them for all they're worth. I'm just looking for another notch on my belt. We don't see eye to eye with my face down in the dirt. Unkept flaunting every last conquest. Coward, pull yourself out. Well I've been everywhere you've been, through all those hollows. When all is bleak I'll be waiting. I'll take it all back with the coldest of stares. It was all that we had but you filled your days with self-adoration. You remind me there's not much to hold onto. We were the weakest of the herd just waiting to be picked off. The consolation prize; the town whore dolled up for a politician's hotel room.