Post​-​Apocalypso (Album)

by Midwest Death Rattle

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Midwest Death Rattle's long-awaited sophomore release.

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released May 21, 2016

Recorded and produced by Midwest Death Rattle. Mastered at Mystery Room by Justin Perkins. Features Mary Rodgers: Bari Sax on tracks 3 & 12, Alto Sax and Flute on track 12; Isa Carini: Tuba on tracks 3 & 12; Andrew Eshbaugh: Trumpet on tracks 1 & 8; Rachel Icenogle: Cello on track 6.

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Track Name: Tacoma Narrows
You make decisions like a nervous animal...
How's it working out?
Just asking for a friend...
(Whatever you think you can get away with)
I suppose...
As far as I can tell, your used to living like a villain among villains
I've been patient but it makes no sense
How come every excuse seems so equally useless?
I know that you're trying but I'm not sure that you know what you're trying to get

Give it a shape,
The way you feel
Give it a name
Give it a mean sounding name
You never needed to feel like you're in control
You could use something to blame

If all it takes it's all ready taken
What do you have left if you can't stop
feeling/being/bleeding
Out of polite obligation
You know you've got to

Forget it give in, can you get in to the vision of it
Convinced that living is just waiting for a check on a list
Change what you want to change if you want change you've got to get it
Arrange the system to your benefit

Give it a shape,
The way you feel
Give it a name
Give it a mean sounding name
You never need it
To feel like you're in control

Just when a thing gets going now
It's sideways before you can hold on
Tacoma Narrows
Expecting the worst, has never broken your fall
One day they'll dig down deep enough
A distant age some brand new era
And know you from your mistakes
Better than you could know yourself
Track Name: Ay Dios Mio
Oh my god!
What do you get out of this?
You think you can push me around?
You like a moving target.
You know the moral maybe; you could see the quarrel coming
You won't go to the funeral but you'll dance on the grave

It's not that bad, it's not that bad, really
Things just happen
That's the problem with possibility
It's not your fault you just failed to
Keep things interesting
Too much control control I think
it's not enough just to want it
you wanted the simplest problems to solve
To become obvious

Oh my god!
We've got a problem
We mix up like an acid and base, but we're not having any fun...
It's proof of concept, we believe in cause and consequence
But you want big payoff
you replace exchange for chaos every time

It's gotten bad, you know it's gotten bad
But at least it's getting
Things might happen but
Crisis is opportunity
I'm just not convinced at all that it's in my best interest to fail
So sign me up as the villain
Would you, please?

It almost proves that you’re an animal still
But, it's not habit, you've got to have it, you’ve got a gift for control.
Your body don’t know what your body don’t care to know
If you’re really being honest and you’re on it, you know it’s no secret. You’re no worse off than you deserve.
Track Name: Post-Apocalypso
The sun fades a fresh bruise
The grip of this skyline
Pleading desperate excuses
For wasting the light

Fear of the dark
Won't buy you any more time

You don't know how close you are
To one wrong turn to face yourself
The adrenaline high water mark
A frame for empty promises

Impulse is impulse
Is instinct is insult
And while we're still lousy
With amateur evil,
Make your decisions
Emotional habits
Cling to the standard
A criminal matter of pride
We're piling hurts up
Careless as old rags covered in motor oil
It's almost certainly match stick certain we
Only want what we've been promised

The ghost of seventy-six six six
A fraying edge above the interstate
Bleached out in the distance
The hangman hanging out to dry
I bet you don't know how close you are
To one wrong turn to face yourself
The adrenaline high water mark
That frames
Your empty promises

So much Serotonin
dopamine and oxytocin...

Don't you feel calm?
Don't you feel happy?
Don't you feel safe?
if just for one moment...

Don't you feel calm?
Don't you feel happy?
Don't you feel safe?
Don't you feel calm?

Don't you feel happy.
Don't you feel safe.
Don't you feel calm.

The ghost of seventy 666
The edge above the interstate
Bleached out in the distance
The hangman hangin' out to dry i i i
Bet you don't know how close you are
To one wrong turn to face yourself
The adrenaline high water mark
That frames your empty promises
Track Name: Hot Mess
Forget what you don't like
You don't need it
History ain't easy
Just an inconvenience
You could build a bridge
But you'll just talk about it
everyone forgets
everyone's too tired

Ignore what you don't like if
You don't need it
History ain't easy
Just an inconvenience
As long as it ends
Red-blood American
Hetero-politic
All-star arrogant

Hum along
From gravel voice to grave
Do you need all these all these rules
More than you need your beliefs?
A fixed resolve
You want to achieve
Hum along
Be somebody useful

ignore what you don't like
you don't need it
History ain't easy
Just an inconvenience
As long as it ends
Red-blood American
Hetero-politic
All-star arrogant

You'll keep a score to never add it up
and demand what you deserve
But never recognize the rest of us
for our score to settle. Now,
we're all in this together

Tossed from the edge
Or clawing at the cliff
Left of the ledge
We're all in...
Track Name: Villains
Do you need a villain to lead you to leave you a wake to conceal your own villainy?
Shielded by evil, not greater, but certain to force it's raw ruin on the calm crystal surface,

Where does this wave leave the rest of us?
Two halves racing away, ripped from a common concern.
Track Name: Feed Them To Each Other
What lesson did you learn?
That keeps you treating hope
like a poison. How to draw it out?
The host rejects the donor heart.

Such a narrow mind
A nervous disposition
Inspired to fight or flight
By the slightest inconveniences
Who needs the rules?
This comes so natural
Such a weapon
Of wide spread ruin

You see a shark
And think "well, I must be a shark cause,
This tanks not big enough...
I am much too dangerous"
And I think
You may be right
Half the time

You treat the truth like a relic
unearthed by accident
an anachronism
To be studied without context
A dead technology

Far too heavy a thing
To belong to just anyone I think
That It's much too delicate
what would you have us do
because

You see a wolf
And think well I must be a wolf 'cause...
This cage ain't big enough
I am much too dangerous"
I think if anything
You might be right
half the time...

And that's just enough
to make things miserable for the rest of us

Do you blame the trap or do you blame the one who's set it
Or do you blame the victim who doesn't know better I bet
You blame the trap if you're the one who set it and you blame the victim
No one knows better I bet
You make it a point of pointing out what's only obvious
You've seen the plans and can plan all the answers ahead

Your're teeth aren't sharp but they'll get it done
Your teeth aren't sharp but they always get it done
Your teeth aren't sharp but they'll get the job done


You're a character
You're a static one
Though you march around the stage so dramatic

Like an amateur
Owns an accident
Sophomoric denial of what's contributed

To the arc; to it's genesis
Does sounding fury out
Make it significant?

I bet it won't
And you know it doesn't work
The false memory of control
To Keep the light from burning out

Men who think they're wolves
Who think they're sharks
Feed them to each other
We'll all be better off
Track Name: Dooma Muchacha
You keep some quiet truths
Time seems to amplify
The more nervous that you look
The more nervous looks will find you
You cant avoid it evade it forever
Can't just be quick off the line
If you don't evolve your excuses
you cannot keep it going on

You just aren't wired up to take direction well
(Don't take direction at all)
You seem to have
it all worked out
You don't feel responsible
Always the accomplice

You must have your reasons for
Giving up
You completely ignore
All the damage you cause
Forget what it costs
Forget what you used to know
The wires all cross
The circuits keep shorting out
It wouldn't be worth it
If it wasn't working
All your problems just
Keep circling

You see these systems, they hang around like insults
No one wants it all to end
No one wants it to be difficult
All you see are problems that probably need fixing
"That wound it needs a tourniquet Someone get the bandages"

You just aren't wired up to take direction well
(Don't take direction at all)
You seem to have it all worked out
Might not feel responsible but always the accomplice

When you die, what will be left of your bones? For a time, what will be left but your body?
And worse, what will be left of your work-week tired. Why even bother? I think.
Is this what they consider a crisis of existence, or and existential something-or-other?
Why do the work to employ a distance between your life and living?
Track Name: Sleeper Hold Me
Are you waiting just to hatch some great hurt
From hope abandoned
From living so nervous, so far what's the point when,
Whatever curse you claim owns your fate
Stakes you claim, easy prey
To a god you weren't after
No, after you...

How come what you want is...?
How come what you want from it,
Is never what you want
When it's what you've got to show for it
In profile in process
The soft shape of profit
If your so fortunate then
Why do you look so nervous boy?

One last nerve
Like a single spark
Need to find the right tinder
It won't take much

A caution so caustic
You're sick with it Sick from it
(It) Sticks to each impulse
An anchor an instinct
It's the dead weight sinking you
Unless you abandon it
You can see safety
But you'll never make it to shore

One last nerve
Like a single spark
Need to find the right tinder
It won't take much

History rarely shows us what we want
Might be just what we deserve

I swear I don't try to complain
but I depend on habits
My worst ones especially

Such an ugly thing
To be so concerned about
Hurry it along
When you worry all words fail default
To the safest exchanges
And most unnatural affectations

World weary never wise to world
Conditioned to be miserable etch your
Scrimshaw hurt on to hardened hearts
Better learn to get on with it or over yourself