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You Gave it Your Best​.​.​. Unfortunately That's Not Saying Much

by The Sad Bastard Book Club

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Crying wolf and crying foul All of the sob stories and the scowls It's hard to think objectively With all these songs of pity Your heart is not needed here anymore (Your thoughts only confuse you) Keep filling it up and you'll leave through the floor (Keep moving forward) Ironic detachment Gives you the leeway For all the careless things That you and your friends say Mocking the broken and fucking around (Your thoughts always elude you) It's a small comfort, it's the only type we've found (Keep moving backwards) Of what we've become we are not proud (Your thoughts define you) Just another hungry face in a blood thirst crowd (Keep moving backwards) The heart's just a muscle It always fails Causing us weakness And no end of ails
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Shut your eyes he said This isn't real this is only a dream Shut your eyes he said This isn't real you are only sleeping The young boy's father took him aside He said, "If hopes are like birds then our flock just died. I know the last few years have been rough. I've been doing the best to keep us going, but I know that's not enough." In his once strong grip he took his son's small hand. "But things will soon be different and I hope you'll understand." He knelt down beside the boy and the boy saw his tears He saw a broken and frightened man trying to bury all his fears. "I am truly sorry my son. It wasn't meant to be like this, but this is what's become. I am truly sorry my son. Someday the worst will be over. Until then pretend it's done."
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Unsheath those teeth Those gleaming blades inside your mouth Flense the words before they're heard And wrap them all in doubt There was an infection when she was a child It cost her her hearing and the love of her mother At first she ran to those tender arms At first she ran to those tender arms When she looked in her eyes she saw that love never lived there The words didn't match the affection she gave her The rich velvet of mom's voice Was a security blanket she could not hide in From that point on, she swore only to trust The eyes in the mirror

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A three song EP of misfit tracks that didn't fit into the last album and won't fit into the upcoming one either. But, oddly enough, they play very well with one another, so we decided to build them their own little sandbox and let them go at it there.

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released November 24, 2009

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The Sad Bastard Book Club San Francisco, California

Four people in a tiny San Francisco room playing overly loud doomy folk music (post-americana?) singing songs about the fibrodysplasia of the green world, animal rebellion, and the hope that maybe, just maybe, if we don't destroy everything first you might have the chance to pet a wolf before it tears your throat out in a vengeance killing. ... more

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