Funeral Diner
The Difference of Potential Long Play
Released on CD in August 2002 by Ape Must Kill Ape Records (APE 04)
Released on 12" Record in September 2003 by Ape Must Not Kill Ape Records (APE 07)
First Pressing: 1,000 CDs
Second Pressing: 1,000 vinyls on black
Third Pressing: 1,000 CDs
Recorded at Little Red Wagon Studios by Bradford McGowen in February 2001 (tracks 6-7) and April 2002 (tracks 1-5, 8)
Artwork by Wendy Ju
- syncope
For thousands of miles I waited for you
I walked backwards through land mines but time changes everything
I wished impossible things on blue stars that never came true
I'm still waiting
- direct hit Original version appears on the split 12" with The Shivering)
Can't make the pain stay forever
Days are gray and the sky is always within reach
Remember when the past was tomorrow?
Don't burn or bury me push me away, I'll fade
Can I have your nightmares?
Don't know why this moment hasn't passed
Hollow tipped words through quick shallow breaths
Remember the day she passed away?
Slip and fall, shatter like glass
This cruel existence misleads you everyday
There is no tomorrow, today wasn't supposed to be
Always looking to the past never saw the future coming
I'd rather burn in the night then feel the false comfort of masked sincerity
With broken promises and nightmares coming true
Signal the others let them come and see
- lackluster
This is from the sinkholes of the uninspired
This is the result of the loss of luster on life
And my unsteady hands reach forward for something luminescent to grasp
But my begrudging feet move to carry me back to my blue collar veracity
This is planned when we're born, our lives are mapped
You know the formula, follow the herd
I can't feel any gratification and I don't want to feel any passion or duress
No one should have to experience the suffocation of their livelihood
But we do and we build these prisons for ourselves
Be it children, credit cards, houses, or whatever else we think we need
We toil to support our own hells
Well I refuse to be part of a perpetual labor heartache
- there is no today's today, so there will be no yesterday's tomorrow
Enlightened by the storm that feeds the depression
The play fell from our eyes
Build a confession
Laugh as the sky falls
Shadows within shadows
You see it's not there
Remember the steep streets
None were silent, all were frayed
I can't sleep in silence
It's warm beneath the flames
With my torn black sheet looking up to see the bottom
Too dark to see the gray flames in my hands
My nightmares are in color
Build the towers to the skies
I've died trying to hide between the cinder blocks and loose gravel
When did I become transparent?
Fade in and out between the frequencies
Never asked to live forever, hollow and unfair
Jump to see if you'll live
The story has no ending it just finishes here
Released from reality and forced into dreams
Sleep well sleeper
The liars wait for the morning, then they'll come for you
- i wish i could do the backstroke (Original version appears on the split 12" with Nexus Six)
Out again humming that same monotony
Knowing yet again that familiar feeling
That torn chance dream held together by just that little bit
By that tiny spec of something promised
Can you see it?
Yeah, well, maybe you'll reach it one day
Along with that calm pool
Because in this pool it's sink or swim
But you're caught doing the dead man's float
I wish I could give you something different
But I'm lying in the water face down beside you
- chalk angels
Safe inside, still immortal
My memories have no skies
Standing on chalk angels drawn in sidewalks
Building cities in dirt, nothing ever made sense
Pressed up against the fence
Staring as the cars go by
Waiting for the bell to ring
Playing in the rain, big yellow raincoats
Nothing could hurt me falling off the slide
Sliding on concrete skinned to the bone
Adventures in empty fields
Childhood was never long enough
- paper
Take the innocence
Free the children from their youth
Make them grow up before their time
Tell them about the uncertainty
Make them fear tomorrow
Give them the nightmares that wake you every night
Pour your soul onto theirs
Just children
They all grow up, they all fall down
- fire...deth
I've mastered the art of small talk
The bond of wet paper and a friendly gesture
Giving way to a colder stance
A black lung full of feeling
Remember this, he says, "the machine gives no response"
I choke on the memories
The garbage piles up
The machine feeds back
He grins lightly and turns away
Another tree in the forest dies
I sleep well beneath my apathy
- untitled track 99
CD only bonus track
Current Lineup:
David Manuel Mello
Daniel Patrick Bajda
Matthew Martin Bajda
Andrew Michael Radin (bass on tracks 1-5, 8)
Robert Beckstrom (bass on tracks 6-7)
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