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Split LP

by Wet the Rope/Icepield

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1.
Drawn by amateurs. Fail the basics. Evening calls too late. The floor is wider and quicker than gravity. Reds to blues. She's aware. Spend it as we can. Seeds for you. Rain forever. More sleep as we grow. Time is shorter. We take these and make with them what we can. License to breathe runs down. We're not afraid. More vocal than ever. We are not afraid.
2.
Through the trees with slivers of light. Paths are starting to fade. Born here but not from birth. Hoping to make it back before the end. The purpose is in the fight. We let our scars pile high. Places signify and implant. But we are here for the people. Even the most high-minded cooperative corrupts in time. Leaders without dissent will fail. Connections may fade but they never leave. Our hands joined in fists forever.
3.
Please don't quit now.
4.
Skin falls down over my eyes, like we haven't known time. An embrace left behind. Ears filled with the sound of letting go. A strong push, a subtle nod. Things hide under who we were. My hands grip the rails. A subtle fog where bodies once breathed. Alarms are obsolete, we wake on cue. Death is ever present. Our gift is to navigate without instruments. We sit at the creekside by the abandoned houses covered in moss and waiting to die. A mist just to color. We raise our hands to the sky. Just to feel again as the light runs out.
5.
The tracks through town keep the neighbors awake. But they soothe me like an ocean wave. The map lit up by the places I fell apart. I remember the names, the houses, the trees. The beauty of the sidewalk concrete. Two rivers bring us back. Plant a stake anywhere and call it yours. One house is razed but the others remain. Inside has changed. Broken windows and no heat. Water to our knees. We've saved ourselves through a collective song. Arms interlocked. Ears bleeding and walking alone. Corners unchanged.
6.
humdrum, pith numb such pretty hair all tangled with gum fed up with real life nothing seems to satisfy gutta clean up this pigsty before you wave goodbye unloved, misjudged brand new shirt all covered in blood what's left to believe in when you're just another has-been? don't fit in your false skin here's a song from a tiny violin oh, what's that sound? what do the darling voices say? wallow in empty praise such a pathetic display candied lips and hearts lead to truth decay punchdrunk, who'd a thunk you'd fall so miserably you'd flunk
7.
if the glove fits time to make it stick you're unfit for this world wrong place, about face open arms return to furled you're a star, a pretty star when so alone a chewy, sticky center sealed in a heart of stone little sin, little sin ain't gonna let you in not by the worms on your chin if the glove fits time to make it stick you're unfit for this world wrong place, about face open arms return to furled there is no shovel strong enough to break the soil no mighty fire beneath the blood that boils how many times can you misspell betray before it's okay chances all used up even angels fall corrupt no safe roads lead home yet still not free to roam if the glove fits, if the blood spits you're unfit for this world
8.
false eyes have been baptized such a pitiful disguise a beginning with no end so it's time to take a brutal holiday unsure of origin or destination in a loop again there is a hole inside a darkness that's all mine like willing legs it spreads life remains the same on this brutal holiday unsure of origin or destination in a loop again make love to the abyss spew passion 'til i'm cleansed within reform the sickened self the perfect mannequin devastate, ascend devastate, ascend nurture this diseased mind beware of what you'll find the suffering befriends and i hate this rain on my brutal holiday unsure of origin or destination
9.
shat out naked asinine fate oh, please send help meat swords unsheathed the pious mutate seems they've sent hell "there's a fork In the road, my friend," he said, "and a knife shaped like a tongue" true nature shown lies by design got some souls to sell universe stained black pearly whites divine but what's that smell? "there's a fork in the road, my friend," he said, "and a knife shaped like a tongue" "hey, I've got a question, the answer unfulfilled -- is knowledge really power if it forgot to pay the bill?" beware what the autumn people say hearts full with night, they shun the day dig right in to the flesh they flay no other choice but to obey wicked or weak, now take your pick how long until you're drowning in sick? the righteous life ain't no sweet picnic but don't tell that to god's lunatics
10.
come on down, steal your crown step into this grim playground disappoint the coked-out clown 'cause your frown's not upside-down welcome to a new age it's such a special day there's ice cream, balloons, and cake and a punch in the face you just learned the earth's round everything's gone piltdown it's in this truth you drown you've been rooked, you've been let down welcome to a new age it's such a special day there's ice cream, balloons, and cake and a punch In the face, yeah open your tomb, you'll find a present embrace your ghost like it's a lesson make a wish for your favorite fetish get to the root of your sweet tooth since when did hell become so swell? was It even worth ever being birthed? welcome to a new age it's such a fucked up day there's ice cream, balloons, and cake and a boot to the face forget the past, you're in the present regrets again, never learned your lesson

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Council Records No. 38 (CR-38)
Protagonist PRO-078

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released September 1, 2023

WET THE ROPE, on this record, is Chris Sanders and Scott Torguson. Ben Ruhl played drums. Zach Minjack and Brent Stephens Joined after this was recorded.

All songs written by Wet The Rope, except "Suffocation" written and originally recorded by Angry Son.

Recorded 2020-2022. Guitar and bass recorded by Chris at Sindicut HQ West, Albany, CA. Vocals recorded by Chris at Sindicut HQ East, Elk Grove, CA. Drums recorded by Ben at House of Ruhl, Folsom, CA. Mixed in 2022 by Chris at Sindicut HQ West. Stem mastering and mastering by Jack Shirley at Atomic Garden East, Oakland, CA. Thank You.

ICEPIELD, on this record is, Chad Stroup (vocals), Tim Powers (guitar/bass), and Mike Kamoo (drums/guitar). ICEPIELD is Chad Stroup (vocals), Tim Powers (guitar), Mike Kamoo (drums), Albert Hernandez (bass), Rick Blair (guitar).

Johnny Rey and Eric Lucero played bass and guitar, respectively, on "Open Presence"

All songs recorded and mixed at Earthling Studios by Mike Kamoo
Mastered by Jack Shirley at Atomic Garden East

Artwork and design by John Conley @blkbrix

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Formed in October of 1992, the label initially existed to release the recordings of Current, but soon expanded to other local Michigan bands and beyond. After 25 releases, the label paused operations at the start of 2006. In 2020 it awoke...

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