Vol. 1

by Hate Vacation

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As of yet unreleased 7"

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released August 4, 1902

Peter Martin - Guitar
Justin Renninger - Drums
Ben Roysdon - Bass
Jon Weed - Vocals
Matthew Wirick - Guitar


Recorded & Mixed by Travis Arterburn at Drexel Studio 'A'

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Track Name: Family Pet
You’re old as dirt. A fire will consume and we bloom in birth.
Are you in need of fluency? Your flattery stinks the air we breath.
I wrote you this letter telling you about your death.
We did speak. We did count. We did write. We did learn.
We were sick. We were dead. We feared living.
Track Name: Exhaust
The plants speak to me with an urgency of life and death of everything.
And I’m a man and I’m afraid.

So take this flower and stick it in the ground and watch it grow into so many things. And I’m a man and I’m afraid of my future and of my grave.
Track Name: American Sulfur
I’m aged and faded into flowers I’ve respected. Dirt runs in my veins, runs in my legs, runs in my brain. I have a proper stance for bad posture and american sulfur. In the future we hold life on fire. In the future we hold black smoke. Choking on a stench filled blue flame.
Track Name: Morphine Baby
I am the god of your dreams. Everything breaths everything. Your chest looks empty. My eyes feel heavy. All I can see is static. The world has no new beauty. This place is full of waste. A vacuum of dead defeat. I am the god of your dreams. I am the god of your dreams. So be my Morphine Baby. Are you trying to swim into heaven?
Track Name: Men With Cat Head
Are you nailed to the wall? Are you buried underground? Have your lungs regained their sludge and your eyes turned out to the world?

Again we scream for life. Again we scream for life, yeah right.

I got muscles and I got skin and bones and none of it matters anymore. I got teeth and breath and intestines too.

I got a left hand and I got left hand in reverse. I got a right hand and privates worth all the dirt.

Again we scream for life. Again we scream for life, yeah right.

I got muscles and I got skin and bones and none of it matters anymore. I got teeth and I got breath and intestines too.
Track Name: Of Mices
Lets arrive together. Completion. I think we can make it into open minds. These signals are singing simply soft. Revisions and visions of visionaries. I’m following your eyes all the directions they can go. You’ll lead the way to reflections of two silhouettes fucking each other. And each last minute that we’re on this planet none of us matter. I’m following your eyes all the directions they can go.