British Football EP

by Terrycloth Mother

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You run for cover like an animal in peril And dissociate to disappear completely In a purgatorial prison you’ve created You fire off a flare and whisper “Come release me.” Hollow Swallow And I’ll be there when you wake back up again You’re shaking crazy like you’re holding a live wire We’ll be sending out a search party to reach you They’re probing every fold on your cerebral cortex For some hazard that you must have fallen into Hollow Swallow And I’ll be there when you wake back up again You seldom speak about the life you lived in limbo like a soldier coming home never acknowledging the nightmares But I’ve seen your patchwork quilt of scars that hang like stars Who’s constellations tell the stories of the wars you waged in past lives But I know The road bends toward home And drags us along Like gravity But oh, we fought for too long Until time wore us down And we woke up where we belong When conversation turns to conquest We lock eyes and you tell lies of never having had a stomach for the chaos But your coat of arms collecting dust against the corner does betray the truth we both know is too painful to reflect on But I know The road bends toward home And drags us along Like gravity But oh, we fought for too long Until time wore us down And we woke up where we belong
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I’ll be the king of the wasteland If I keep fighting the war I’ll be the king of the wasteland If I can just keep on fighting I’ll be the lord of the nothing When nothing’s left to be gained I’ll be the lord of the nothing If I can just be the last man standing What good is the money Without a world to spend it in I’ll be a god in the rubble When rubble’s all that remains I’ll be a god in the rubble I’ll speak the last words to ghosts and angels What good is the money Without a world to spend it in I’ll be the king of the dust I’ll be the king of the dust I’ll be the king of the dust I’ll be the king of the dust I’ll be the king of the dust I’ll be the king of the dust I’ll be the king of the dust WE'RE ON FIRE WE'RE ON FIRE WE'RE ON FIRE WE'RE ON FIRE What good is the money Without a world to spend it in
3.
Self abuse feels so enlightening Divine release from up above The void enjoys its weekend custody And does it’s best to buy your love With a sideways glance A pat on the ass And a little bit of dopamine I just want to feel Something other than my life Being crushed inside the vice The world’s engulfed in flames So we’re dancing on our graves To try and pass the time It’s okay to cry When smoke gets in your eyes We’re bored reading our own obituaries The bottle serves the genie well His anesthesia’s what the people need To keep on working in this hell If you work hard enough And get employee of the month You’ll win a gift card to Applebee’s I just want to feel Something other than my life Being crushed inside the vice The world’s engulfed in flames So we’re dancing on our graves To try and pass the time It’s okay to cry When smoke gets in your eyes I hate this place Nothing works here I’ve been here 36 years The medications don’t work... I just want to feel Something other than my life Being crushed inside the vice The world’s engulfed in flames So we’re dancing on our graves To try and pass the time It’s okay to cry When smoke gets in your eyes

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To prepare you for Terrycloth Mother's upcoming full length album, this EP contains the studio track British Football, which was cut from the album to allow it to fit on a single LP. It also includes live in studio versions of King of The Wasteland and The Dancing Plague, which were recorded for a streaming episode of Live from Cleveland on WRUW FM.

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released July 2, 2021

Terrycloth Mother is John Panza, Drew Maziasz, Stephen Karney, and James Pequignot. All songs written, recorded, produced, and performed, by Terrycloth Mother. Lyrics by James Pequignot.

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Terrycloth Mother Cleveland, Ohio

Terrycloth Mother composes original rock music that drifts into dark and dreamy soundscapes, fashioning lyrical odes to the surrealistic horror of our modern world. While Terrycloth Mother crafts an original sound, you will hear flourishes of the many bands that inspire them such as Radiohead, Editors, Interpol, and Pink Floyd. ... more

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