For Everest​/​Carb on Carb Split

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    7" single of Practising for Retirement/Ma. Love you Black Wire Records.
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releases May 10, 2017

Carb:
Recorded by Morgan Allen at Depot Sound
Mixed by Chris Teti

For Everest:
Recorded by Nick Pitman and Ian Pritchard.
Mixed by Nick Pitman.

Both:
Mastered by Zach Weeks

For Everest is Sarah Cowell, Jon Crevier, Brian McFarland, Nick Pitman, and Ian Pritchard.

Artwork:
Nicole

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Track Name: For Everest - Turnpike
there has to be a reason i stopped feeling anything
embarrassing myself but I'm still counting ceiling
tiles to pass the days, nothing can stay
i drank the whole bottle, i forgot your birthday
and that's alright
i watched you undress, but holding hands is meaningless
i waited all winter but you moved in together

i can't wait patiently
i've drawn our names in concrete
you promise me one day
so i'll cross my fingers tightly

you never know how fucked up you are until you're all alone
looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror
cup my hands around the light, a house made of wax
count back from 10 and try to relax
i'll be alright
so close your eyes and take a deep breath
it's a jump from a ledge not a push off a cliff

we hit traffic on the turnpike
and we took turns driving all night
you drove head first into my bed
but i didn't crash until you left

clenching my fists and grinding my jawbone
when i'm with you i'm learning to be alone
Track Name: For Everest - Shoes
this is a quiet attempt at leaving while you sleep
i'm easy and unnoticed, you won't miss a thing
just so you know, i'll never grow any older with you
(unless I have to)
we outgrew our clothes, taller and fatter
we're just piles of dust, none of it really matters

my mouth worries, and it will worry you
my tongue is hurried, tying knots it can't undo
i will eat my words, but i will slur them first
sometimes being held feels just like being hurt

i'm not afraid of anything but dying and being left behind
but i'm ashamed, i wish we had more time
we used to compare scars under the blankets
now we hide on separate sides of the bed
the bodies we had were too small for what we felt
now they're hollowed out, we've got nothing left

my mouth worries, and it will worry you
my tongue is hurried, tying knots it can't undo
i will eat my words, but I will slur them first
sometimes being held feels just like being hurt

i hold you down, i let you sink
like a body in the lake
when I let go, you will float
like vowels stuck inside your throat
you bite your tongue to swallow blood
it tastes like love, but it is not
Track Name: Practising for Retirement
I’m trying
trying hard to fix
aspects of my life I’m unsatisfied with
tell me a story, distract me from this
procrastination is my only success

feeling useless again
not doing anything
i’m not trying at all
I’m putting it off

too much time on my hands, I’m stuffed
not enough, too much
too much time on my hands, I’m fucked
guess I’m fine
no I’m not
I’m taking the
credit for
successes you’ve worked hard for
hours lost
i didn’t help at all

feeling useless again
not doing anything
i’m not trying at all
I’m putting it off

i’m a mess between tours
trying hard to ignore
the fact that i can’t deal
Track Name: Ma
of her sheltered youth
she tells me
everything she never knew
about the world
about men

i hope that i’ll be able to dance as proudly and deliberately as her
i hope that i’ll be able to laugh as proudly and deliberately as her

i laugh when she writes on my band’s page, how proud she is
she wants me to sing at her 80th birthday
if not, her funeral

i’ll make sure that I’m there before that
that i don’t show up, hungover again
late fresh off a plane, walking foolishly
towards her empty casket

i hope that i’ll be able to laugh as proudly and deliberately as her

i took her for granted
she cleaned my teenage room
she never said much i try not to think about her

i wish that i had the chance to talk to her as an adult
i really sucked as a preteen
i wish that i had the chance to talk to her as an adult
i really sucked as a preteen

as a preteen

we’ll never know
she refused to tell

we urged her to write down our family tree
on her deathbed