The Sunrise Club Goes To Sleep

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We Hold Hands And We Jump is the project of an anonymous songwriter.

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The first album, The Sunrise Club Goes To Sleep.

Released October 2014.

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"It was a long time ago."

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released October 17, 2014

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Track Name: Severed Head / Headless Kid
Your severed head is all alone, but ten to one he finds his way home. Call it what you want, but you are hanging off an edge. Come on, take a break from it. Let's hold our breath. And everybody thinks sometimes that no one else around them is alive - maybe everybody's right. You are wasting air, you are not all right up there, but I think maybe there's something worth living for.
I'm gonna kill myself! How's that for catching attention? Was that punk enough or artsy enough? I've got the infection called maturity. Honesty is just beyond my grasp but I know I'll get famous 'cause I kiss so much ass. I know there's someone out there who almost kinda likes me and thinks that I'm deserving of their misguided affection! But I'm not deserving of even a moment's attention. I've lived slowly and easily but I'm not done. I'm not done!
Track Name: Sworn to Fuck Up
I used to think that everything I used to care about would come back to bite me in the ass. And I used to watch the television laughing at a picture on a screen. I love you but I love your free pizza even more and I appreciate that it was made for me. What are you thinkin bout? Oh, why can't you be here all of the time? I wish that it was simpler than it already (is) my mouth really speaking or am I goin crazy again? Running wild again? Sometimes when I'm sitting at my desk at work I wonder why it's something that anybody needs. I don't think I really need a job cause I got friends. I love you and everybody else that's here and if you disagree you might be dead. What are you thinkin bout? Are you thinkin bout me? Oh, why can't you be here all of the time? I wish that it was simpler than it already (is) my mouth really speaking or am I goin crazy again? I'm goin crazy again. Goin crazy again. Oh, I'm goin crazy again. Goin crazy again, I'm goin crazy again. I wanna go crazy with you, now, let's go crazy motherfucker YEAH!!
Track Name: A Good Day for Windmills
When you come around I feel like somethin else is comin round, but i don't know how to say it 'cause I hide away because I cannot take it 'cause I don't know what to make of it, 'cause I, I know where you're goin, I followed you home, and I can see inside your head and I know what you said when you didn't think I was listening but I'm always listening, I can't help listening to you.
[Oh, ohhh x4]
I'll eat around the edges and I'll trust my gut, I'll sit right here and think of you and hit myself to check if I'm asleep. I want nothing to do with it, and everything with something else entirely, and this is what I'll always be! I'm never done, I'll be the one who comes right back to haunt you, I am always watching, always watching, always watching, always haunting.
[Oh, ohhh x2]
I spin in circles 'cause I, I don't know what I'm fighting. I'm not finished I don't think I ever started, yeah I've got a cloudy mind, I, I stick my head out, and I don't know how to pick a side. 'Cause I, I can't sleep beside you, but I can't live without you, I can't think when you're nearby-y-y
'Cause I...
[outro: banjo solo]
Track Name: Sand Flu
If this were crushed down further, I could make it not exist. If we were any smaller, no one would ever know what we did, if anything at all. I know you're more than what you seem - just below the surface lies six rows of teeth. I'm always in my body, I can't change that, but I'd like to. Maybe I could understand you. Maybe I could give myself a fighting chance if I were in that mind. Maybe I could find a closet, get completely trapped inside. I know you've got a secret you can't tell me - I don't mind. 'Cause someday it'll come outside, on a walkway or a smoke lounge and maybe in the bedroom of your house there's a boat we can make out of paper and clay and push and paddle and outrun the things that forced us out, yeah. I know it's hard to imagine, but sometimes I know better - sometimes I know better than you do. Your heart is inside of the middle of your chest, but you knew that, didn't you? Maybe I could understand you. Maybe I could give myself a fighting chance if I were in that mind. Maybe I could find a kitchen sink to wash my aching body parts in, and get lost inside your skin. I want more than what I've got, but you can't always get what you want, no. You want what I've got but I've got nothing to give. I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm dizzy, I've sinned. I'll get lost inside your skin. Maybe I could understand you if I were in that mind.
Track Name: Happy Birthday (I Wanna Die)
I had a dream last night that everything we thought was important was important after all. I had a vision in a crystal ball that everything we feared was gonna happen all came true. Yeah. I had another thought that I could not ignore today and it was even worse than the other ones. I had a personality when I was young but I don't quite remember what it was. I know I don't need to say it cause I, I know you don't need saving but I don't wanna see your face when you do. I'd take a bullet for you but not because I love you, just because I wanna die. I wanna die. I had a boyfriend once in high school and we kissed behind a dumpster and we broke up in a week. I had a teacher once in grade school and he told me I was destined for success - oh wait, that never happened, never happened at all. I'm only trying to cover my tracks and if I kill myself to save someone than maybe you'll forget how bad I was when I was here. I'd take a bullet for you, but not because I love you, just because I wanna die! I wanna DIE!
Track Name: Interlude 1 (Beautiful Hospital-Bed-Thoughts of You)
[instrumental]
Track Name: A Really Good Throat-Cutting Scene
I've got a vocabulary of nonsense and curse words. I can scream, whisper, stutter, slur, but you can't look away. My days are numbered if you wanna get technical. It's higher than you think it is but still pretty small. In a way, it's exactly what it sounds like, exactly what it seems like you wanna hear. But it's not so bad, in fact it's something I can really get behind - someone who's got no second chances and who used up their escape attempts. I'm getting sick of fixing other people's situations. I'm in the loop but the loop can't hold me down! I hate the part when it's exactly what it sounds like, exactly what you want. But no one ever said the things that I'm about to say, oh, do you know what it feels like to be someone who uses feelings as a crutch and who stumbles over every word and slurs. I'm awful scared of what you're thinking. I'm tired and I'm sinking. I could leave at any time I wanna leave, I could shut up anytime, and in a way that's exactly what it sounds like, exactly what you wanted me to say but no one really gives a shit about what the hell you feel like. I can't be someone who keeps their insides in and never needs to let 'em breathe.
[I've got a vocabulary of nonsense and curse words. I can scream, whisper, stutter, slur, but you can't look away.] x 2
Track Name: Motivational Song in F-flat
This is a song for all the picnic baskets that carried ants in them from the get-go. This is a song for all the heads of hair that have an irrational and debilitating fear of combs. But nobody can comb your hair except you. Nobody can tell you how to keep your hair except you, and hairdressers. Fuck hairdressers! Man, fuck all that.
This is the bong that against every ounce of common sense, our friend Doty blew the wrong way into. This is a song for all the cups of coffee that never got to have the privilege of having any coffee in them. But nobody can drink your coffee except you. Nobody can put that coffee in your mouth and drink it except you, and your parents. Fuck your parents, and hairdressers! Fuck all that, fuck all that.
This is a song for all the unmade sandwich ingredients that just wanted to chill out and have a nice time but got made into sandwiches and eaten. This is a song for all the molecules that will someday be made into people, but are currently inside my asshole. Nobody can wipe your ass except you. Nobody has full muscle control of your ass, except you, and a demon. Fuck that demon! And hairdressers, and your parents, and Mike Peters! Fuck Mike Peters, fuck you, fuck all that!
Fuck all that, fuck all that!
Track Name: Interlude 2 (A Terrifying Nightmare for Hamsters)
[instrumental]
Track Name: Triple C, aka In Memory of Apartment 305
My bed is my life. I sleep in it, have sex in it, write songs in it. My life ain't right. I'm always dreaming about waking or sleeping. My wallet is empty. Work is not my cup of tea. My phone is turned off 'cause I kinda like it when nobody's there for me. It might not be the way this works but someone's gotta try to hold on to my body for a while while I pass out in the warm hands of the bathroom. And no one says a thing because we're living quiet. "Nobody can tell us what to do" - let's stay right here and make that lie come true. Come true! My laptop is filled with viruses that came from porn sites and piracy. My coat is stuffed with stuff that can kill me and make me look cooler. My face is this red 'cause I cut myself shaving and I'm not embarrassed by it. My brain is moving so slowly that I wish that I could be anyone else now and then. And something is burning a little on a paper plate on the ground. There's nothing here for me but I can't bring myself to go anywhere else and I know it's not the best way but it's something and that's enough to get me through this, day after day. No one really knows why they do anything, anything at all. Maybe they just like to feel things. Maybe they just like to feel like maybe there's a way to makes the lies they tell come true. The thing we've all been looking for is spinning in its grave. It died on a day just like today, arms open wide, with a smile on its face.
Track Name: The Skin Horse Tells His Story
I will reach into my suitcase and maybe find some skin to patch me up, to cover up the spots you ripped away. I will never understand how you can act the way you do, even when they know that you're a person too. Maybe conceited might be fair, but i never asked for honesty. And even if it's fun, no one should ever have to dance if they don't want to. You can think about the summer, or sit there and whimper
And I will lose my eyes and whiskers, and bit by bit my hair will fall away. The sharp edges stir. I've seen it all before, and I know what to say- "they'll never feel the hurt, they will pass away".
I will jump higher than anyone and maybe find someone I can impress to cover up the pain of waking up. I will never understand how you can do the things you do, even when you know how shitty of a thing it is to do. Maybe alive is what i'll be, but the future isn't something I can see. And even if the anxious times don't stop I will be happy with the consequence. The sawdust in my heart will burst.
And I will lose my eyes and whiskers, and bit by bit my hair will fall away. The main engines break. I've seen it all before, and I know what to say - "they'll never feel the hurt that only love can make."
Yeah!
Track Name: Interlude 3 (This Song Is For Somebody)
[instrumental again, fuck off maybe]
Track Name: I am Here for the Right Reasons
I wrote nearly fifty songs in my bedroom in Pennsylvania about things I was too young to understand. I drew quarter notes in ten-cent notepads with feelings that wouldn't last 'cause I would kill the only thing I had. When you're shrinking, everything seems bigger than it is. So you're trying to feel big too. When you're quiet, no one understands the way you think, but they're trying to. Yeah.
I jumped up and down and shook the second floor of my parents' house, tapping beats that made the world seem almost real. With bass drum kicks and cold bright synths and reverb pads and snare drum hits, I could make something I could feel. Listening back to those same sounds I really think that I somehow was hiding secret messages in there. 'Cause three years later I'm still humming and picturing a cape that's flowing like a comet beneath a snow-white head of hair. When you're planning things you're sure you'll soon be famous for, you over-think every little detail. When you're always trying to outdo your last attempt, you're losing hope.
I turn to the patches included with the software and say "find me a sound to explain why I don't wanna be myself". Turn the distortion up. Switch the reverb on. Thrash your arms out, show 'em what you're not. When your left side barely can recall your other half, and your insides follow your crescendo... when the sunrise brings you where you weren't supposed to go, you're singing a song you're sure you know.
A song you're sure you know. When you're crying, buried in your upstairs bedroom floor, and your new chords loop inside your headphones and you're almost frozen by what might be out that door, you're singing a song you're sure you know. A song you're sure you know.
["A song you're sure you know" x 4]
You know.
Track Name: Sandy's Song
I rode Jesus across the water, because he can walk on water.
["Jesus was a kayak" "Eat my ass" x 4]
Eat my ass.