Life In Hell

by Wolfcastle

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Recorded, mixed, mastered at Whalehead Studios by Jonathan Anderson

Wolfcastle would like to thank nobody. You all are beat.

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released October 1, 2014

John Thomas-Vocals/Artwork
Mike Sheehy-Bass
CRS Spiderbears-Guitar/Vocals
Chris Mann-Drums

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Track Name: Mouthbreathers
what gave you that wheeze stifling your primitive speech?
an unconfirmed case of consumption?
or is it spent from years shouting how
you’re not getting what you’re owed?
oh shit well haven’t I heard that one before?
you’re aware a toddler is no suitor to the throne?
you wear your entitlement like a crown hanging
crooked from your looming head
just wait for your false idols to retreat back
to damp caves in the face of what they just can’t silence
and you will follow their coward’s path
mouthbreathers shut your mouth
asphyxiate on your jester’s tongue
rustled feathers in that crown fall
beheaded at the hands of the reigning queen
mouthbreathers shut your mouth
choke on your fucking tongue
mouthbreathers shut your mouth
asphyxiate on your jester’s tongue
rustled feathers in that crown fall
beheaded at the hands of the reigning queen
this shouldn’t have to be repeated
but here I go again
mouthbreathers shut your mouth
asphyxiate on your jester’s tongue
rustled feathers in that crown fall
beheaded at the hands of the reigning queen
mouthbreathers shut your mouth
choke on your fucking tongue
don’t take another step closer
don’t touch the mic, fucker don’t come near it
Track Name: Paint Pens
I drew little ghosts in red and white ink across the country
in hopes that they’d guide me home
when I found my way back it was all an apparition to begin with
one year passed, I met a dead stare at three in the morning
i met that cold stare at 3am
swing swing swing of the pendulum beneath my grip
and a three word strangle hold that gripped my bending spine
and contorted my figure, those fiendish little ghosts, guardian specters
parking meters, delineations, and basement walls were all given a voice
they surrounded me and, enshrouding my focus,
kept me from seeing what was right in front of me
those three words were blinding clarity and revealed diverging lines
the terrible sense, cursed and protected
one path was a blindfold, the other an incredible weight
but it no longer rests on my shoulders, I choose to speak in tongues
Track Name: Beat
55 levels in Zombies Ate my Neighbors or
55 bucks spent on fireball and bud light
55 fights over ego and testosterone
55 reasons to stay at home or go to Jamie’s

108 discography on my Spotify
311 CD on repeat in my car
26 Treehouses of Horror
7 Unwound albums that changed my life

‘3000 hi-fives’ was my anthem
’16 blues’ was my reason to live
’11 owls have eyes’ set a fire inside me
’99 red balloons’ go fucking by

’96 quite bitter beings’ '96 tears'
96 plays of ‘tom’s diner’ in a row
96 plays of ‘wicked game’ in a row
96 better things to do than go to Retro
Track Name: Tehachapi
I had my money stolen in Kissimmee
well I hadn’t set foot in florida since last july
and I’m nursing four beers at the present time
at a Richmond bar with what little change I’ve left
casting a fleeting grin, it’s the same fleeting grin
behind a champagne-filled tin toasted on New Year’s Eve
behind the deep freezer at work
hi-five an animal, venture out of your piss-soaked den
get stranded in Tehachapi and throw pennies on the railroad tracks
get stranded in Tehachapi and throw pennies on the railroad tracks
there are simple thrills, and there are simple truths
not the only reason to live but it’s a solid push
scream along to Purple Rain driving down the U-Mass streets
chase birds at Vince Lombardi just outside NYC
there are simple thrills, and there are simple truths
not the only reason to live but it’s a solid push
Track Name: Repetition
the year ended as a cataract obscuring the eye of a wormhole
layers of disease piled as high as smokestacks
in the new york city skyline
I bet it looked great from the rooftops
I couldn’t see at all
I bet it looked fucking majestic form the rooftops
I couldn’t see at all
fuck, how many times have I spat bullshit after bullshit
and never followed through?
this lap, this pass, this go-around I’ll stake my claim
this is my subversion, this isn’t my revolution
wrecked on genesee and anxiety
was my way of staying busy
blowing off plans and planning
milestones that weren’t worth their salt
I spilled my stomach’s contents in the shower every morning
I spilled my guts, that’s I lie I spent page after page
listing everything still caught in my throat
it was all drivel anyways, as unrecognizable as that splat in the shower

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