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Split EP

by HGH Studios

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1.
I feel the familiar pain in my throat. This abuse is getting old, but the relief in my head grows and grows and I don't know which is worth more. See, I don't want to go home, so I wander in my head and along these roads for hours that seem like minutes and nights that feel like days. Let me count the ways that I've tried to motivate myself with nothing to show for it and no proof from any of it. If life is like a box of chocolates, then I got the munchies and ate all of them and the stomach ache that followed has done nothing but paralyze me for two years and counting. Its as if this house is burning around me, but I can't bring myself to see it through all this smoke. So I wait it out, writing it down with pen and paper, using paragraphs to personify everything I don't want to see as wasted time. I'm sick of feeling fine as my life withers by like these ashes in front of my eyes. I used to think that made me strong, but now I realize what I've become NUMB So I'm done using paper in a way that leaves leafs burning like the questions that I've left unanswered. I'm done rolling up and packing down a feeling just to avoid thinking about who I've been being. I want to find my motivation. I want to learn about concentration. I want to stop feeling so paranoid and holding my tongue in reservation, so that when I'm dead or my mind has gone, the words that it produced will live on and maybe someone will finally believe that the blood that's in my veins isn't as black as the tar that I used to hold it in for so long.
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My breath is labored and heavy My clothes smell like smoke I’ve been looking for an exit But I don’t where to go I’ve emptied quite a few bottles But I don’t even have a cold I can’t take my eyes off the sky I’m looking to the stars for a new hope The pharmacist knows me by name I just can’t kick this cough, at least that’s what I say My friends would probably all worry And tell me I’m a mess But I keep this all under wraps Behind the guise of happiness I cleverly sew it into songs But never say it out loud So people assume it’s a metaphor Maybe it’s a cry for help So I met this new girl, she seems pretty great Every time she comes around I don’t feel the need to self-medicate. My breath is labored and heavy My clothes smell like smoke I’ve been looking for an exit But I don’t where to go Maybe I found a guiding light But she’s not with me yet So for now I’ll just follow suit With the tip of my cigarette
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Woke up this morning, I was achin’ to taste it and cravin’ to blaze it, but I’m hatin’ all the time I’ve been wastin’. I need to face it: been changin’ and it isn’t for better. I used to rhyme all the time, but now erase every letter. And the words don’t stick unlike the smoke in my chest. Fog in my mind is so thick. I know I'm not at my best and twenty one is too young to live a life for your lungs. It feels likes the drugs I've taken simply cut out my tongue. Now I’ve been blazin’ paper, but I’ve also torched relations. Sayin', "nah, we'll hang out later" to my friends outside rotation. Stayin’ home alone and stoned. I’m racking up Facebook clicks, a marathon of Game of Thrones, and a bag of kettle cooked chips. My thesis is I need to beat this recreation turned to weakness. Ditched the weed and smoking pieces with the hopes of mental freedom. Stopped dropping my cash on a stash, but I’m still toking the pipe when it’s passed and I’m still bitin’ the line when it's cast. I swear one day I'll make it last. It’s been months since I wrote this song and I still haven’t gotten along with the idea of detox. I listen to Greg, Mike and Ryan’s tracks and I can’t help but be amazed at the art each of them have created. And me? I’ve been too stoned to even create an instrumental to house my lyrics. Too high to provide more than sixteen bars for something that you’ve waited too long for. And for that I’m truly sorry.
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about

A collaboration between four ne'er do wells, each performing a track in their respective styles. The core theme of the album is their experiences with addiction in their lives, what has come from these addictions, and the friends who have helped them through the worst of times.

Check out Gregory's solo work here:
gregoryconnors.bandcamp.com

Check out Cj and the rest of Glory Versus Failure's works here:
soundcloud.com/glory-versus-failure

And check out Mike's solo efforts here:
mikeyoung123.bandcamp.com

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released August 20, 2013

All songs written and performed by their respective artists

Artwork photography: Gregory Connors
Artwork design: Gregory Connors & Ryan T. McKinnon

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