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There are candles in every window and wreaths on every door Holly, pine, and mistletoe hang from the ceiling to the floor We sing for the sun's warm citrus glow to stay a long while more The robin has dispatched his rival, the ever-present wren And dead lives swirl in spirals in the crisp November wind You'll live forever within my soul though your bodies are gone Life's endless cycle begins and ends again and again and again The days are getting shorter still in winter's fast approach And vagrants take to ruined Victory Mill where the cold can still encroach for the frigid season kills like a bloodless poacher
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Shut Up 00:54
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Nerve Damage 02:02
He burned her so many times she could no longer feel Cigarette butts on her skin made it burn and peel Nerve damage will protect her from the pain Nerve damage keeps her sound and sane The cuts all heal; the bruises fade Her bones feel strong and hard like jade Come now do your worst You won't be the first or the last Nothing makes as blue a bruise as a blow from one you love Nothing leaves a mark as true as kisses turned to shoves Nerve damage will protect her from the pain Nerve damage keeps her sound and sane
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Shit Fit 01:12
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The Freeze 02:42
There will be no resurrection. There will be no afterlife. There will be no second chances. Everything that lives must die. There will be no spring renewal. There will be no summer sun. There will be no autumn harvest. Eternal winter now has come. This snow will never melt. This frost will never thaw. Everything that begins must end. That is nature's law.
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Inside & Out 03:54
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Home 03:42
He stood motionless in the living room, arms rigidly forty-fived towards the floor, looking like nothing so much as an arrow, convinced that this attitude was the one that would keep the structure standing. First the furniture disappeared, then the pictures. The windows and the doors dematerialized then, the roof and walls evaporated, and he just stood there, motionless, not realizing until it was all gone that his home had left him.
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I Was Wrong 02:13
I thought that the pleasure was worth the pain; I was wrong; I was wrong. I told you that the losses were worth the gains; I was wrong; I was wrong. Now it's time for me to be moving on. Now it's time for me to be moving on. I thought that it was true when we said "I do;" I was wrong; I was wrong. I thought that I was gonna grow old with you; I was wrong; I was wrong. Now it's time for me to be moving on. Now it's time for me to be moving on. I thought that this ship could weather every storm; I was wrong; I was wrong. I thought that in love I could be reborn; I was wrong; I was wrong. I was wrong.
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I don't wanna be a loser anymore. I don't wanna be a loner anymore. I need a friend. I need a friend. I am always on the outside looking in. I am always being denied in the end. I need a friend. I need a friend. The house is empty and it's freezing. I want to die. Someone give me one good reason to stay alive. I need a friend. I need a friend.

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This week, without warning or explanation, I stayed up nearly all night every night to make their rawest recordings since my teenage years. Here they are.

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Recorded at XIBALBA 7/25 - 7/31/2016 with a handheld cassette machine, a computer, a badly damaged acoustic guitar, amplified and unamplified electric guitars, a Casiotone keyboard, the shittiest set of drums that anyone has ever seen, and various other stuff at home.

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released July 31, 2016

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MICROWAVE EYES Greenville, South Carolina

MICROWAVE EYES is a fictional record label for the fictional bands of the WOLF NOTE COLLECTIVE, a multi-media extravaganza and exercise in alter-egotism from a Texas-born, South Carolina-based weirdo named JIMMY BASURA.

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