Droughts / William Bonney Split

by DROUGHTS

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Tapes limited to 100 sold out in less than a month. Error plans on having this bad boy pressed on to 7" by this summer. Keep Patient.

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released 07 February 2012
Recorded at Giant Robot Studios by Sean Murphy

Mastered by Mike Mellen

thanks to Error Records and William Bonney for being awesome in every way possible

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Track Name: Class of '09
This van should have died 20 years ago
but somehow survived 2000 miles.
As we almost fell off the mountain side
did you ever think we were terrified.
Our journey home could be even worse
but hey man that was our curse.
Smoke was constantly pouring out of all of the air
vents.
It is amazing that none of us had asphyxiate.
It was all worth the hassle
because this was our 8 days on top of the world
where the 5 of us could not be taken down.
Our 8 days to surrender all our past constraints in an
effort to make our mark.
I count the days with every second not wanting to let
them pass, but time was always passing.
These were the times that we had together.
Close to my heart just like we were brothers.
After the fights we banded together.
And after all the fights I hoped that we could always
stay thick as thieves because you can count on me.
Times are always passing.
Times are always passing me right on by.
That was our last chance to go for greatness.
This now has become my final chance.
We will always remember the times that we had.
Track Name: Body Full of Glass
This is my cancer that spreads into my veins.
It grabbed a hold of my thoughts and left me physically
drained. Am I nothing but obsessions that left my body as a
shell? I’ve become a distant stranger, far from the kid I used
to be.
I am your profit. Make money off my misery.
Feed my delusions of the man I strive to be.
I am at your disposal. That’s what you wanted all along.
That’s what you wanted all along.
When I sleep at night I pray for comfort that one day I’ll
find what it is I’m looking for.
You make me destructive.