Recorded by D Wreck at D-Wreckord's Studio. Guest vocals by RJ, Mike, Dane, and Anferny.
Head North, Turn Left
after borc quit some people recorded some vocals to see if the band was a good fit for them and everyone. this is one of their stories..
going home (demo)
i hate the smiths(demo)
MTH awkward april
MTH ralphie parker
MTH head north, turn left
MTH susan (live)
BEHOLD a new fear
BEHOLD son rise (demo)
Stand and Deliver
Bryan Has A Drinking Problem
The Kick Song
Um, I Like Your Lord of The Rings Poster
Internets, an Ode to Scott Stapp
Qantas: Who Knows?
I've Got Five On It:
"When will my country die for me?" No one has ever died, so soldiers. No one has died for me. No one has ever died no saviors. I don't give a shit my home is where I am. You can take your worthless papers and set them on fire. I don't give a shit just who you think you are, we've never met and I am, I'm god I'm thee.
Coming down has proven hard from chairs stacked high but I'm not looking very far. We're both so quick to look down form our stack, but we'll never ever see the shit thats on our own back. Save your breath don't waste it on me. Shit, look around we're all you'll see. We'll send each other to hell until there's nothing left. It's the same smoke that fills both of our chests. I breath in deep, I close my eyes, I want to find two nine six five. I want to be dreaming. dreams don't hold regret; regret is holding me. I'll never open my eyes again, I never want to see. I want to be deaming of home.
I'm breathing in deeper; you're still listening. I can hear you breathing on the other end of the line. Im breathing in deeper; you're still listening. I can hear you breathing on the other side of the wall. You can't stand the shit that rolls off my tongue. You shit on your friends and you fuck, fuck everyone. I'm not edge, I've grown up a bit, it's a little different but who gives a shit? Why are you looking? Why would anyone care? Who are you? Shit, who am I? You think your jesus fucking christ. Shit who am I? Breathing in deeper; you're still listening. The floor is fucking moving and I'm still not fitting in. Maybe it was something more? I'll burry my head to forget all of this shit.
It's medication for the people. Wars never happened but my friends are still dead. They took their pills its what they needed to rest. There's a ghost in me get it out, get it out. I have read and I believed so don't tell me that I don't know. I took these pills in hopes to grow but now I just wish I was dead. I will pull out each one of my teeth one by one. I don't want to fuck up my pearly while smile while I'm sucking of a gun. Everyday that I'm alive I spend wishing that I would die. I'll get a fist full of pills that I plan to ingest but wail let me explain before I tell you the rest.. Fuck it.
History of Time:
We may not have a home. So, I guess this is where I'll sleep. There's no fucking purpose, and no prize in our fads. We don't belong here. We are soulless. Suicide lines just want to talk about god. Thats it, fuck it; im already gone. Life gets harder so im always tired. We're killing time, always killing time. We are time. We are dead. This is it, hold your breath were never coming up. We're all humyn but none of us are real. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.
If I saw myself with the view of someone else would I be as disgusted as I am? Shit and ignorance is what I deserve. I’m useless. I am so fucking useless. Shame, shame, shame, shame on me. My voice will wreck the most beautiful words and my hands will wreck my whole world. Shame. Shame, shame, shame, shame on me.
Raise your hands up high if you’re amazed yet. There’s no one to keep you home. We’re all in but it feels like I’m the one. I hate these nights sitting in my room facing myself when ‘m done. I want to destroy every mirror because I hate myself. I fear my own judgement. I can’t stand my own face when I’m done. I will fuck up every relationship. I will fuck up every person in my life. I want more for you than the shit I will give. Take my hands. I’ll take everything that I deserve.
I know this breath could be my last one. I could take two steps and this could be done. I want to jump, But I woun’t, fuck, I made a promise. Who knew this promise would be so hard to keep? I just wish that wou would all come out here and join me. This could all end but i will stay here to keep this feeling of riding with you in this season. I woun’t leap unless you’re all with me. I won’t leave. Fuck this bridge lets burn it down we need to keep our word. Man, I wish I could keep this secret but I trust you’ve pitched all yours. Lets fill our lungs, or fill our hearts.
I only have two keys hanging from my belt one holds no importance the other is to my grand ma’s house. Unecessary and loud. I guess there just lime me. That is why I’ll keep them close and without need. She always loked her door, she never needed to in a home with no one that she couldn trust. I wish that she was here more. So now I’ll keep her key. It was just her second nature. I wish that she was here. God damn it i fucking miss her.
Look and see. Look to yourself. Look to me. Care thats all I ask. I’m screaming and my throat is wearing thin. Was there nothing that you could do? At what point would you say that you didn’t care about the words that fell from between your teeth, that made hard for us to breath? How does it feel knowing this town will perish, and it’s gonna be because of you? You didn’t light the match, but you alone constructed the fuse. Everyone is looking at you.
Eighteen months and sixteen days hating the words that you say. You won’t let up. Over and out. I hate your tone and what you talk about. I hate your tone and what you talk about. It’s been over a year with no letting up. I just wish that you gave a fuck. I won’t let up im gonna shout. You’re gonna hear what i think now. The word desperate comes to mind. Your selfishness and all my time. One million thoughts in just seconds. Empty pages a clear mind. I’ll be so god damned. Fucking loud. and when I look back at the end of the day I’m hating every single word that you say. Eighteen months and now seventeen days. You won’t go away. Eighteen months and now eighteen days. This won’t go away. Eighteen months and not nineteen days. cleaver gestures. Well thought out replies. I haven’t been home sence twenty nine sixty five. Now were so fucked up. We are so fucked up. you made us this way. Bitter and jelouse at the age of nineteen. You used us so we used them. We are so fucked up. There’s a pressure in my chest and knot in my throat all of the time. We are so fucked up. So god damned. Fucked up.
Head North, Turn Left:
I was once told by a man smarter than me that it’s all aout living. So now I’m here and I cant wait for the best to begin. I know why I’m here. I headed north. I turned left and I ended up here. one band and four kids turned into so much more. Six kids is all it takes to make this town my home. I swear to god this is what I want. Head north, turn left.
I Hate The Smiths:
Names fall form your mouth like rain on the coast. Names and labels. You’ll come pretty close but you won’t find shit, not here. You can talk talk talk with your finger tips. Hold your breath that you wont get caught. You wouldn’t want it here. Turn up the lights, for get our names. We’re all just kids. There’s no one here. Cross your legs and close your mouth. We don’t care who you’ve fucked. There’s no one here. Drop your names and expose yourself. Shit, you’d die for this. There’s no one here. Turn up the lights. We want to see how cool you are. There’s no one here. Sing one song for the rest of your life, one that you don’t really like. By this you’ll breath and die. Names and labels.