Who Needs Friends (When You Have Thoughts Like These​)​?

by arthhur

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"who needs friends" is about facing towering waves of fear and anxiety with the comforting knowledge that everyone dies and nothing matters, and hey that's alright.

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released August 1, 2016

guitars, vocals, and lyrics written by mike fox
bass and minilogue parts written by matt ciani
drums and misc percussion written by nico ciani.

recorded at the office in evanston il by matt ciani and mike fox.
mastered at audiosiege in portland or by brad boatwright.
album cover photographed and designed by nico ciani

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Track Name: lüroy
I am a weak sweet rabbit
sautéed in broth and sage
you are a calorie counter
watching every bite you take

wooden boards all disassembled
tiny plugs who knows where they go

you act so smart
we all act so smart in here
but you had to start it
didn’t you?

I am a young sous-chef
spiral whisk out and swishing
you are an empty bowl
wincing at all the mistakes I’m making

splinters dug into my ankles
face all red ready to die

I was just trying to do a good thing for you
and I freaked out
I’m freaking out
Track Name: cruel
heart racing, but act real smooth
remember to play it by the rules

kicked that loser into next week
he don’t look traumatized to me

play it off and I look to the left
take a moment to catch my breath

lock it up, stare down at my shoes
be aloof and keep it cool.

“you can be so cruel”,
“you can be so cruel”,
“you can be so cruel”,
why don’t you cry about it?

dad’s at home and he’s watching shows
mom’s on the drive, and she takes it slow

three cheers for the old homefront
turn on, tune out, and let it go

(take the time, get it right, I’m up playing all night
time to go to bed and face myself, face myself down)
Track Name: laminate yourself
this is my brick, my bit of plastic.
I stretch and pull at.
two inches thick, it is compacted
I wren and pack it into tiny rectangular shapes

I am a anxious thing
structured out of smaller equally anxious things
I am a brittle knife
the kind you find on late night advertisements

this is my brick, a thin sheet of plastic.
I tease and pull at.

bible page thin, it’s ecclesiastic.
stretched into saran wrap

I am a anxious thing,
structured out of smaller
equally anxious things.

also I am absent
...
most of the time anyway.

I think I’ve gone
I think it’s gone too… metaphor-y

I don’t know what I'm...
this is just too.. meta 4 me
Track Name: namaste
picking at the table
dry rash across your palms
there’s something sort of secular
about the way that you read the psalms

i am shocked at you
and the things you’ll do
to find an excuse
to retreat

full stop
food is here
remember to laugh and talk about the artwork on the walls
it’s hip, and japanese.

participate when you need to
just get in and then get out
spend an hour in the bathroom
waste another on a new route

I am shocked at you
at the things you’ll do
to find an excuse
to retreat

i am shocked at you
the things you do
to draw a ruse
out of me

find another excuse,
hip and japanese.
Track Name: /
a place to hold all our things
thin beige walls, but its comforting

the bed broke before we moved
and the kitchen chairs have split in two.

we are blessed
so intense
you are bleeding from your chest
I am fine frame of mind
its all part of our design
its all part of our design

this I missed, a windshield note
probably something a neighbor wrote
“welcome, but park to the left next time”
written in red and left unsigned.

we are blessed
so intense
you are bleeding from your chest
I am fine frame of mind
its all part of our design
we still have time to rise
we still have time to rise.
Track Name: mouthfoam
sit, enjoy the view
legs tucked tightly in the booth
words spilling out my mouth
I don’t even know what I’m talking about
anymore

nod emphatically,
play it off like you couldn’t see me
but I know that you know that I know you did
yeah I know you did kid I know you did

i wasn’t even trying to lie just slipped off the tongue
i wasn’t even trying to lie guess I’m just a little high strung

subtle change of pace
bloom blush red all over my face
bit of key-west eggs
falls off my fork and then sticks to my legs

don’t start judging me, you know that you’d do the same
don’t start judging me, this is how we play the game

a beautiful bathroom
wet hands pink, smell like new
look into the mirror
nothing means anything, we all move nearer to death
Track Name: futility
try your whole life to be good
and then you die with nothing
whats the point of that?

i am a not a vengeful man
but if first you scratch me
then i will scratch you back

it's like nails against a wall
i could feel it
i can feel it there

i stabbed my palm
and i could feel it
in my fingers

aw honey, you know me well
you suck my fingers
when they dip with blood

i am not so ignorant
to not know my purpose,
i serve it well

the snare beats on
and I could feel it
I feel it here

a half beat off
and I could feel it
in my fingers
Track Name: swiftest
you have the blood i feel
pooling at my knees
a sick sensation from a closing summer breeze

open fields of wheat and grass
thistles that can prick and scratch

these legs

swiftest
swiftest

you have the verbs, and words
i use to move along
the palest adjectives to tint a right to wrong

open fields of wheat and grass
a short retreat of a synapse

in me

sticks in the sun
wasps that have stung
and ants that bite
they all will die
when autumn comes along
Track Name: x-acto
some people have a special kind of hate in their heart
it boils over and engulfs the very core of their being

you do seem
trim and lean
I had seen you
in a different light

wrapped too tight
searing bright
I have seen you in different lights

some people have to struggle just to sit up and breathe
throats wide open with tears running over their cheeks

cannot change
acting strange
pick my parts up and then rearrange

you were right
up all night
I have seen you in different lights

and i have struggled to compose and keep control of my things
wracked with guilt over the tiniest of flaws in my being

everything I hate is a small box that I plan to open
it’s a dermatologist recommended lotion
that I plan to rub
on everyone I know

some people have a special kind of hate in their hearts
some people have a special kind of hate in their hearts