by Lodgings

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You're Satan's heart You've had a wretched start He pulled your legs apart and owned you Don't believe you're pure You entertained your hearse And indulged in worse Hollowed out your best intentions Burrowed in the dirt What have you become hiding from the sun? Got a weight to pull Got a cagey soul An innate disgrace runs rampant Wants to be alone What have you become hiding from the sun? What is done is done Hide now from the sun
Once upon a time, there was a fabled life Where things just worked out right and people were valued There were limits to ego and how much you could feed it There were boundaries you could not cross Must have been something in the water Because by the time that you read this There isn't much left to believe in And all the water's running hellishly dry And if I had to wager I'd say we're losing major This septic tank's been spilling over for a while. And if you make eye contact Make sure you're armed and ready Prepare to watch them lose their shit and abort their values Because when they're hungry and needy There's no time for your feelings They're going to eat you up and never look back And in a matter of hours, they'll have wholesale devoured you And all the people they've been aching for And they'll patiently wait for more And if you think that they're ones to fool Just remember their golden rule There's nothing sacred in this world anymore There's nothing sacred anymore
Stumbled on a log hollower than God It crumbled underfoot, but still he fell Tempered like some glass, his jagged edge held back He prefers to break gracefully Must have been dumb luck filling up his cup Knowing that there wasn't a drop nearby and filling him with pride Another lease on life is pumping up his ego to enormous heights Look at this poor schmuck thinking he's hot stuff Martyr of the bored and callous ones Jumping off the bridge Opening the fridge and cracking open one of his parables
Garbage Mind 04:51
Righteous and wrong, speaking out of place Unable to live with your disgrace The oxygen has long been running from your face But abstinence has never really been your taste I don't want to deny what you think is your right Better honor your pride Happy birthday! Junk inside! You're junk inside It's hard to watch it. Watch it grow. Watch it grow when exposed to the light Trying to pick a fight Garbage exposed to the light Better run off and hide I've seen the rise of faker things than you The utter demise of everything that's good Filters used to catch most of the disease But after awhile they clog my memories I don't want to deny that you're wretched and trite Instead, I'll be drinking tonight Happy worst day! Grow a hide. Grow a hide. Hide your garbage, your garbage mind. Your garbage mind I don't want to deny that you're wretched inside Mind numbing and blind An emotional child Scared of being denied of what you think is your right Pushing others aside Yeah, you're garbage inside
Setting sights onto your adulation Trying to figure out what to do The complicated nature of courting It's making me sick and killing the mood It's hard to amuse you while I'm caught in the gates While artful beggars pass under my legs Stubbed my toes trying to dance with you Another awkward moment ensues Poured my brain out on the linoleum Forgot what I was trying to prove While setting sights onto your adulation And trying to figure out what to do The complicated nature of courting It's making me sick and killing the mood It's hard to amuse you while I'm caught in the gates While artful beggars pass under my legs
Peasants 03:12
Our distance is something I abhor I long to bridge all the space in our hearts Repair their tangled, rotten boards And make this path worth travelling down Temporal, your porous ramparts Aren't good at defending your heart anymore They've been crumbling, wave after wave Subjected to calls from amor As sinister as I may appear, you really have nothing to fear A tamer lion you'll make out of me An heir to domesticity Our amateur awkwardness is couth It points to a well received notion of youth That vital well-spring of truth Demanding attentiveness And tend we will, like good peasants do Preparing our ground for our seed I don't believe we'll ever reach The harmony we're keen to keep
Hymn VI 03:25
Lord, call a shrink I'm too proud to think of any other one Man, you got it wrong Oh, you got it so wrong you'll never reverse what's done to you Oh, how it eats you through You're tarred and feathered Here you strut around like you're singing Hear your stuttered cries when you're sleeping bad Headed down the chute Closed the hatch behind, there's no trace of you Never follow through. I always run to you I'd like to split in two, you're like my super-glue Haven't slept a wink Had a decent week a long time ago Counting liquid sheep They prey on the weak and disheartened I'll always run to you I know you want me to be tarred and feathered.
Plumb 05:42
I've said it all before Limping through the door Alone and ready Gonna sweep you off your feet With these awful memories You've spurned my love before I got caught between adored and fervent hatred Parading back and forth while falling off the wagon Low tide's barren quilt Washed away, yet I'm clamoring for more For the tired and irate violins I'll lie down I've tried to document Taking pictures of the flood Turns out it wasn't real Nor was I, or anyone Low tide's barren quilts washed away And I'm clamoring for more For the tired and irate violins Vibrating with such a violence Calling for me to submit I'll lie down
Mild 04:50
Extradite your loneliness The parasites will have a fit Raging in their impotence Their home is on the fire Had enough of emptiness Arid soil and worn out bits Tissy fits and abstinence and hanging on a wire Who made you smile? Who made you mild And calm enough to get a night's sleep And remember your dreams? Once there was a bitter pill A soiled rag to fit the bill The withered shill's been ousted still Exposed unto the sun's light The aptitude to pick a fight has vanished in the hurried night Entitlements were burned at stake Your gentle side awakes Who made you mild? Who made you mild? Who made you mild? And calm enough to get a night's sleep And remember your dreams And deliver your speech Bring your peace within reach? And you're always a peach Always mind what you've preached Always get a night's sleep And remember your dreams


released May 21, 2016

Written & recorded by Bryce Hotz at Archetype Recordings in Omaha, NE
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering

Arranged by Lodgings

Lodgings is:
Bryce Hotz-vocals, guitar
Jim Schroeder-guitar
David Ozinga-bass
Eric Ernst-drums
Megan Siebe-cello
Sean Lomax-trumpets


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