Water Works

by Lodgings

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released May 3, 2019

Bryce Hotz-Guitar and Vocals
Stephen Micek-Guitar
Michael Laughlin-Bass
Eric Ernst-Drums
Megan Siebe-Strings

Recorded & Mixed by Steve Albini at Electrical Audio

Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus Mastering

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Track Name: It Fell Away
I once had a virtue
Strung it on a limb to see you
But then the branch gave away

Had eyes to see you
Arms and hands so glad to meet you
Then they got mangled in the fold

I had an illusion strong as any minor suitor
It fell away, It fell away
Made up a suture, banking on a better future
It fell away, It fell away

Eyes so tired as the embers left to die
Time to sleep nothing is good in times like these

I'm so tired I don't even know my name or sign
My own eyes couldn't see any place or time
We're so weird haven't we any love to give?
Fall in line, Haven't we learned our place in time?

I had an illusion strong as any minor suitor
It fell away, It fell away
Made up a suture, banking on a better future
It Fell away, It fell away
Track Name: Emu
You carry all your weight in your head, it's hard to swallow
You've honed your knack for fear and sorrow, and righteous anger
You wrote it down, like a clown begging for attention
You liked it better when it rained phony acclaims

And it's your right now, honored and distinct
We're bored to death now
Watching as you sink

I placed a bet on that you'd never make it a day
You're far to sickly to employ your naked brain
Fried all the time

And it's your right now, trying not to think
We're bored to death now, watching as you sink
And it's your right now, trying not to think
You are a wretch now, thriving as you sink
Track Name: Last Time
Last time I ran away
The farm was nearly bought
Confined memories were fighting for a plot

They tied it on with unpunctual dignity
They tried to find an enemy

Flood lights, candle light
They never shone a thing
Persistent garbage piled as high as eyes could see
Unbalanced energies just taking vacant seats
demanding audience to witness their defeat

Not quite discreet
Burnt the village in retreat
Then pummel our insides out again for awhile
They tied it on so hard last night

Last night I ran away I surely, nearly died
Woke up undermined and aching to rewind
Tried to belittle you, but barely had a case
Instead of climbing out, I banded my disgrace
Track Name: Pantomime
Much to say on all your lies
Mustn't pay no mind
Any time you draw a line
It's demeter's mimed

So why do I even try?
Why do I even try to meet you here?
In your soiled bed of empty pantomime

A waste of time

Might as well just leave you be
With your bared, red teeth
There ain't nothing I can say
That would take your mind off guard again
To see it from bird's eye
Why do I even try to entertain you
And all your silly lies you tell yourself

It makes no sense
Track Name: Cold Moon
With tire-iron grace
We resolve to yield and erase
As nimble as we are
We never, ever stray off too far

Maybe it's because
Our armor turned to rust long ago
A catalog of waste
Assembled in the poorest of taste

Fall eyes waiting for solitude
In a blanket wrapped around a sheet of ice
Cold moon's begging for fortitude
With a wager that our pride will come alive

We're char-coaling away
Sketching out a plan for escape
It's lines are very crude
A blurry attitude to embrace

Another round is done
Another one is shunned and depraved
Another endless drought
Our seeds will never learn how to sprout

Fall eyes waiting for solitude
In a blanket wrapped around a sheet of ice
Cold moon's begging for fortitude
With a wager that our pride will come alive
Track Name: Heathens
When you feel all alone
Can't bother with love aching your bones
Find solace in these distracting diseases

Lead them to reason
Turn off the seasons
Blank stares and lost pairs
Are grieving the sign of our lord

It's all about how you look
Serene or a crook
Languid or shamed
Though some might mistake
Your poisonous face for grace

Lead them, the heathens
Turn off the seasons
Arbitrate your ankle weights
And lead them unto the water
Track Name: One At A Time
Knot a target
More or less a symbol of your recklessness manifested
Bait the wicked
Lead them to the soiled land where they can eat their children
a la carte them
And though there once were deep blue skies
Those would burn their greedy eyes
No more pleasantries, their gonna make your mothers cry

Automatic mutilation of our commonalities
Spread as thin can be
And we're all hypnotized
Mesmerized by alibis
Telling us that we all deserve a prize
That we're deserving of a treat

And now it's time
It's time for us to feed
Consume all that we can eat
Every morsel
And we'll all become a dying breed

One at a time
One at a time we all will fall into the sea of acidity
One at a time we can deconstruct the beds on which we lay
And slink a little lower

One at a time, we can just shovel 'em into the fire
Until there's nothing left to eat
Horrible sights become normal right before our eyes
We're stoking up our appetites
One at a time
Track Name: Bracing For Decline
One side is vying for attention
One side is hiding in the dirt
Benign is all our efforts forward
Leading a fairy tale

Sometimes We throw away the sadists
Sometimes we're feeding on the poor
Sometimes we even really mean it
Most times it's fairy tales

Watch the flying fingers
Lashing out of time
Assholes will get lauded
The rest of us decline

Maybe there's reason to believe 'em
Maybe their senses are divine
But something distorted in their mirror
Makes 'em seem asinine

No, we're sure not floating
Nothing's changed a dime
Assholes still get lauded
Wasting all our time

I know you're assuring
Making up lost time
Tightening up those britches
Bracing for decline

I know that you're hurried
Making up lost time
Tightening up those britches
Bracing for decline

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