Known Weed Smoker

by Pope

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This release is really special to us. As a group of friends we haven’t made music together since High School, and we are pleased to announce that our good friend and photographer Benjamin Garrett Davis will be pairing his photography with our music for this release. There will be 50 unique prints available only at EP release shows in Nashville (11/15), Houston(11/30), and New Orleans (12/7). These photo prints have been taken and chosen by Ben as a representation of the music on this EP. We thank everyone for their support and for listening to our music.

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released November 10, 2013

Matthew Seferian
Alex Skalany
Atticus Lopez

Recorded and mixed by Ross Farbe at the Maze in New Orleans, LA.

Album cover credit to Jordan Elliot Stinnett.

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Track Name: Hunter Mann
Pick apart my brain
Then put it back together
The right way so that I can think after
I want to think after

The kids are on fire
There all screaming for help now
The parents conspire to cut them out
Well they got to get out

You’re the spark the one who started it all
And your wrong and I’m wrong

The voices in my head
Say that I should go to bed
And all your family and friends
All get divorces
Well that’s kind of fucked up
Track Name: Cashier
When you’re feeling down
You don’t want me around
And you talk in your sleep
When no ones listening

When your friends are all tied up
Doing all the same old stuff
You roll into my head
And it starts again

Well the line never seems to end
And the cashier pretends
To give a fuck
About her job and shitty luck

I don’t ever want to go home again
Track Name: Red
If red’s the only color
Left inside my head
I don’t want to deceive you.
I’ve seen all of their faces
Known not more than names
I’ve been here before.
I’ve been here once before

The rhythms of the people
Running round our bed
Are much too strong to break.
History has started
To make much more sense.
I am older than you’re wanting.

No, its not like before.
Track Name: Beast
I saw your house
In fields of crimson clovers
Over my own
Dirty flailing body.
Come to see you
At risk of cold exposure

I drowned in waters calming.
Surround my friends with warnings.
And after all the people return to their seats
Reveal the plans to make all our dreams incomplete.
Sleep inside the belly of your favorite beast
And twist my arms to rid of the fear while you sleep.

Stand inside of
a bowl of candied horsies.
Eat your way out
And find deserving daughters
And doctors to tell you
The facts regarding summer
Track Name: Weeks of Debate
Call my home
Disturb the distance.
I know I could hold my breath
but I don’t want to.
Purple tongued
And full of heavy despair
I left to find
A way out of an undiscovered life
And after all the red had left my mind,
Reminded of a cold fluorescent light.

I know that somewhere out there
We could talk of the weather
And drawing no conclusions
Of why its warm in November
And after weeks of debate
I’d lose my place in line again
Track Name: Glass
Cover me in glass
Cars move past
Your eyes begin to bleed
I don’t feel a thing

Words leak through the cracks
Red stains the glass
The ringing in my ears
Will go away next year

You want to touch her
But you don’t
You want to hurt her
But you wont

What is this pain
Eating my brain
My art/arms
My art/arms

You want to touch her
But you don’t
You want to hurt her
But you wont