Pure Destroyer

by WAR PARTY

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If there was nothing before
Maybe there will be nothing after

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released August 10, 2018

Recorded at Cloudland Recording Studio
Engineered by Britt Robisheaux
"Pure Destroyer", "Fair Amounts", "Little Vows" engineered and produced by Markus Midkiff and War Party
Mastered by Jordan Richardson

All songs written by Cameron Smith & WAR PARTY except "Where I'm Calling From" and "Racoon Song" written by Tyler Moore & WAR PARTY.

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Track Name: Pure Destroyer
Closing out
Capping off
The jingle of keys
The sweet release
A jutting bone

And here in my palm
Is a piece and a light
The ticket price
Of an easy mind
A nail of light
Pierced the heel of night
Through ceremonial tropes

Leaves an empty tomb
The size of a baby tooth
Bleeding in strobes
A crying fire that swallowed it all
Before it finally choked

Well, if there was nothing before
Maybe there will be nothing after
So you can laugh until you're sore
Pure Destroyer
Yeah, if there was nothing before
Maybe there will be nothing after
Laugh until you're sore
Pure Destroyer
Natural Disaster

Can you remember before
You were ever born?
Did you gather the dust
That synchronized to form
That body you wear
That keeps growing hair
Where you didn't tell it to?

Like a thurible swings
Past a crowd
The pendulum fixed
Yet the scent surrounds
With a mind of it's own
And no beliefs to prove
No sanctity to uphold

Except the very kind
Which can't be denied
And can't be bestowed
To live and die
Struggle and strive
Carve and erode

If there was nothing before
Maybe there will be nothing after
So you can laugh until you're sore
Pure Destroyer
If there was nothing before
Maybe there will be nothing after
Laugh until you're sore
Pure Destroyer
Natural Disaster

The street light is on
For the first night in months
Through my glasses it reached
Like a Rising Sun
But then it flickered out
Like faith in doubt
Like the words on my tongue

I'll just lay on the couch
Stare at the ceiling
And talk to no one

Swallow these pills
Get these prescriptions filled
And get back to work

And if there was nothing before
Probably there will be nothing after
So you can sleep until you're sore
Pure Destroyer
Oh if there was nothing before
There won't be nothing after
Laugh until you're sore
Pure Destroyer
Natural Disaster
Track Name: Ok, I Lied
She got a pen-pal with a pedigree
Now she can write to him any time
Mechanic pencil lead brittle was she
And when she cracked you could map her design
She was the victim of an obvious crime
She was a person in a paradigm

Her notebooks filled with "to-do" lists
And all her letters, they were swollen and sore
"There's gotta be something better than this--
And don't forget the pharmacy or the store"
You've turned your life into a chore
"There's nothing left of romance," she swore

Drawing the curtains tight
Coughing all through the night
The bed sheets hung in the windows
And the windows hung in my eyes
It was a lame attempt at Saturday night
It was another little thorn in my side
It wasn't anything
Ok? I lied
Track Name: No Exit
The water is dancing to a spill
Surface tension
Too weak to mention
Heat transferring into hell
A caricature of classic literature
I'm so tired of it now
But there's no way out
I guess it's better than checking in
It won't make it in my mouth
Won't feed myself
I'd rather starve than be like them

That little pocket won't fit much
But if it does
You gotta show me what's inside of it
The dream is to be what you want
But now what they said
Was that you could be anything

You take the stomach
And I'll take the vomit
So you can digest
While I try to write this
You take the calling
And I'll take the fall
And with no exit
No, none exists

It seem surreal
It seems so real
Easy to feel
It's such a special effect
I've got my shoulder to the wheel
Wait no, not me
But maybe "me" as a concept

You take the stomach
And I'll take the vomit
So you can digest
While I try to write this
You take the calling
And I'll take the fall
And with no exit
No, none exists

No exit
No exit

You take the stomach
And I'll take the vomit
So you can digest
While I try to write this
You take the calling
And I'll take The Fall
And with no exit
No, none exists
Track Name: Where I'm Calling From
There's no sound from the telephone
These ears are ringing in an empty home
How did you do the work?
What do we talk about when we talk of love?
The tool was your body
Can I make it whole?

Can you tell me what matters?
Will sacrifice help unchain me?
Can you tell me what matters?
Will sacrifice help unchain me?

Did you get what you wanted
From this life even so?
Without brick and mortar
Love could make a home
How do we do the work?
We should feel ashamed
When we talk about love
You take this body
Can you make it up?

Can you tell me what matters?
Will sacrifice help unchain me?
Can you tell me what matters?
Will sacrifice help unchain me?

"I could hear my heart beating
I could hear everyone's heart
I could hear the human noise
We sat there making
Not one of us moving
Not even when the room went dark
It ought to make us feel ashamed
When we talk like we know
What we're talking about
When we talk about love
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved
To feel myself beloved
On earth"

Can you tell me what matters?
Will sacrifice help unchain me?
Can you me what matters?
Will sacrifice help unchain me?
Track Name: Heavy Cream
It was a cold and rainy Monday
You tried to bum a spirit from me
I hate to tell you but I am not lonely
So just take the smoke
I ain't looking for your company

Do you taste it now?
The words as they're leaving your mouth
How to twist that spout
Keep you from running all out
Do you believe me now?
I don't care what you're talking about
I'm trying to make it out
It's always nonsense when we shout

I stepped outside and he tried to follow me
The jukebox was playing loud music softly
No one was listening, everyone was talking
When she was through, I asked him calmly

Can you hear yourself?
No one knows what you're on about
You're just spilling out
Too much time with the topshelf
So you've got a personal hell
Keep it inside your own cell
You've gotta live with yourself
Don't try to pawn it on someone else

I hit the pavement with a few less cigarettes
And the slightest buzz
And that sick feeling you get
When you find nothing
Where you swore something was
And as the rain came down
I stopped at a bench
To wash off for a bit
Or maybe let it soak in
But right when I sat down
That's right when the sun came out

And now I'm running
I'm running
I'm running
I'm running on empty
Oh yeah I'm running
I'm running
I'm running all over the town

And now I'm running
I'm running
I'm running
I'm running on empty
Oh yeah I'm running
I'm running
I'm running all over the town

And now I'm running
I'm running
I'm running my mouth

Can you hear yourself?
No one knows what you're on about
You've got to live with yourself
Don't try to pawn it on someone else
Track Name: Sweetest Intentions (Bottles of Glass)
Who's that sipping on bottles of glass?
Pulling teeth from a cabbage patch
Small town logic tension on the line
Reeling up a catch of big city plight

Whose that vying for a TV show?
Reality stars in your favorite roles
Sitcom numbness trickles down your throat
Leaves you with no choices but still gives you a vote

And it's gonna be a late one
Here comes another plate, hon
Chew it up before you swallow
We're not leaving until you're done

Forced into the path of least resistance
Heaven and Hell work on commission
Careful who you've been breaking bread with
They've got kisses for you
And the rest of the guest list

Who's that wearing our favorite position?
Twinkling little star of best intentions
Peer into these eyes little light of mine
I'll start a fire and you'll let it shine

Who's that out there calling my name?
Rolling cigarettes and sweeping drains
Standing on a soapbox, shielding their shame
They talk about love like they talk about pain

And it's going to be a wild one
Every body is getting wet out here, hon
You better bring an extra towel, babe
Or you're not getting in this Escalade

Forced into a game of misdirection
Don't confuse affectation for affection
Not every doctor loves their patients
But every crook loves a paycheck
Maybe not how they make it

Oh maybe it's worth a mention
We've got the sweetest intentions
Maybe it's worth a mention
We've got the sweetest intentions

Who's that out there calling my name?
Rolling cigarettes and sweeping drains
Standing on a soap box, shielding their shame
They talk about love like they talk about blame

And it's gonna be a wet one
Ain't nobody's getting out of here, hon
Chew it up before you swallow
Oh you're not leaving til you're done
Not til you're done

Forced into the path of least resistance
Heaven and Hell work on ommission
Careful who you've been breaking bread with
They've got kisses for you
And they've been chasing their therapists
Crossing their bare wrists

Oh maybe it's worth a mention
They've got the sweetest intentions
Maybe it's worth a mention
They've got the sweetest intentions
Track Name: Cursed
So you say you wanna go for the most
But did you know you'd have to swallow it all at once?
The comments and the threads and the posts
So apropos of kudzu conquering the wall
And now our little ghost of the south
Has to watch her mouth
This is a seance after all
Let's conjure someone dead right now
They're easily found in entertainment after all

And so let's commence to the next act
In the show, now shall we?
It's a hole. It's cut. It's carved freshly in the shape
Of empathy exactly

It felt just like a blessing at first
But maybe it's a curse
Or even something worse
It felt just like a blessing at first
But maybe it's a curse
Or even something worse

And now you swear you have it figured out
Your north from south
Your tiny burden versus the weight of the world
But your lost even now
And just cause you pout
It doesn't mean you were hurt at all
A silent insurrection at first
Was over-rehearsed
Subtle details took the fall
Wait, time just wandered out with your purse
And I'm pretty sure
It went straight through the fourth wall

Of cold fear
Ain't nobody is growing old here
Without hurting somebody else
Coal clear
They're invisible like trolls
Typing away under a bridge

It felt just like a blessing at first
Maybe it's a curse
Or even something worse
It felt just like a blessing at first
But maybe it's a curse
Or even something worse
It drove just like a limo at first
But maybe it's a hearse
I'm thinking it's a hearse
It felt just like a blessing at first
But maybe it's a curse
Or even something worse

And so let's commence to the last act
In the show, now shall we?
Another hole but it's grown to swallow up
Reason and spit out fallacy

It felt just like a blessing at first
But maybe it's a curse
Or even something worse
It felt just like a blessing at first
But maybe it's a curse
Or even something worse
It drove just like a limo at first
But maybe it's a hearse
I'm thinking it's a hearse
It felt just like a blessing at first
But maybe it's a curse
Or even something worse

It's something worse
I know that it is
Track Name: Fair Amounts
It's never too late to try another way
It's never too strange to split in two
But Maggots puff smoke
Heads down
From bar to bar
Complimenting each other's shoes

All in fair amounts
All in fair amounts
All in fair amounts
All in fair amounts

Where
It's never too late to have another drink
It's never too late for a line or two
It's never too late to stumble all the way down
Allen from 8th to College Avenue

All in fair amounts
All in fair amounts
All in fair amounts
All in fair amounts

The nights still ride into the sun
The wild side is just a walk away
All the poetry was left undone

Just like all those beds you've laid in
Are all in fair amounts
All in fair amounts
All in fair amounts
Track Name: Little Vows
Frank hitched a ride
To New York last night
He's got a bed and a girl w
Waiting for him in Bedstuy
And only hours between
This life and his dreams
As the mile markers pass
Like sand through a screen

And when he wakes up tomorrow
He'll go looking for work
He's gonna dress to the nines
Even smile like he's sure
That the whole world is waiting
For a man with his charms
Who can shake with both hands
After chewing off one arm

Oh well
Seed to staple
Horse to stable
To toil in this soil
Til were no longer able
It's easy enough
These vague devotions to love
To pen our little vows
With a finger in dust
So tell me who do you trust?
Who makes the shit up
That's worth repeating?

And he won't have to settle
Even to settle down
He'll keep the twinkle in his eye
He'll keep his feet on the ground
As the years start slipping
On an evening gown
And the last song is addressed
To the bedroom crowd
Where the alarm clock is waiting
Cause time isn't patient
And it's no use to sleep
If you know when you're waking
Bu you remember a time
When you felt so free
That nothing that you heard
Could ever make you agree

But now you find
That you can compromise
It feels good to slip
On the chains sometimes
It's easy enough
Those vague devotions to love
To pen your little vows
With a finger in dust
But tell me who do you trust?
Who makes the shit up
That's worth repeating?

Well you could say it one time
You could say it twice
You could say it three times
Four times just as fine

You could say it one time
You could say it twice
You could say it three times
Four times just as blind

You could sing it one time
You could sing it twice
You could sing it three times
Four times just as nice

Now you find
That you can compromise
It feels good to slip
On the chains sometimes
It's easy enough
Those vague devotions to love
To pen your little vow
With a finger in dust
So tell me
Who do you trust?
Who makes the shit up
That's worth repeating?

That's worth repeating
Track Name: Year of the D-g pt. II
I spent the past summer
In truck stops, waiting
For teenage lovers
To stop masturbating
On their phones
Dude, we're an hour from home
I know you're alone
But we're an hour from home

Candy, coffee and magazines
I could tell by the way she looked at me
She was mine
Part of the time
Isn't it fine
Part of the time?

I'd be willing to bet by now
The truth can't be told
So let the eyes roll
Back in your hole
You've gotta fill it alone

Wasn't too long until I found out
Just what post-teenage love is all about
Cause when I got home
She left a note
It said that "love is a loan"

Cocaine, Tumblr and nicotine
I could tell by the way
She looked through me
She was mine
For a party line
I'll pay the fine
But wait now
Why are you crying?

Cause I'd be willing to bet by now
The truth can be sold
So let the bank roll
Back in the hole
Until our credit explodes

You're drinking whatever's free
You're always losing your keys
And always making a scene
Small price to pay for a dream

I'm having oranges and tea
I've got my feet in the sea
You're always making a scene
Come on and listen to me

Ooh ooh
Track Name: Start Fighting
Look where we are now
With this garden we've grown
We can finally feed ourselves
We could call this place home
We could sit and ingest
All this life we've suggested
To be grown
And deep in our guts
We'll know
We can't be alone

And when every body blames us
We let them
We let them
If any body names us
Forget them
Forget them
But we won't ever let them
Tear us apart again
No we won't ever let them
Tear us apart
Not again

Life felt hollow and will
When a life is alone
We were children until
We were children grown old
We could make like we're reckless
Get drunk, high and sexless
And even sober up
We could find in ourselves
Our own hand to hold

And when everybody blames us
We let them
We let them
And if anybody names us
Forget them
Forget them
We won't ever let them
Tear us apart again
No we won't ever let them
Tear us apart
Not again

In all the stories we loved
There were tales of strange hope
Yes, there were line cooks and queens
There were barrels and scopes
There was death and erection
High hopes and perfection
The costs of which unknown
There was no use in lying
Some quite firmly trying
To let us know

That when everybody's method
Is "get them!"
"Get them!"
It's only bad men
Who will let them
Let them
If you won't ever
Let them tear us apart again
You better pick up a stick
And start fighting

Start fighting
Start fighting
Start fighting
Start fighting
Track Name: Racoon Song
Met you at the creek
After dark
Asleep, dreaming
Of which you were a part
Flesh, skin and regret
Beast that man beget
What has this become?
Another grim
Inhuman outcome

It's not the end
Some times it feels like
It's not the end
Some times it feels like
It's not the end
Some times it feels like it
Some times it feels like it

And here at night
I can see you
Where the lines are blurred
And the dark is too much
I can see you
Where bad men
Trade a traitorous touch
The edge of darkness
There's no light shining back
Where evil lurks
Waiting to attack

It's not the end
Some times it feels like
It's not the end
Some times it feels like
It's not the end
Some times it feels like it
Some times it feels like it

I'm sure I met you before
A thousand years ago
We'll meet again in the future
Our fight is eternal
You know?

It's not the end
Some times it feels like
It's not the end
Some times it feels like
It's not the end
Some times it feels like it
Some times it feels like it

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