Being Alone with Your Thoughts is for Inmates

by Easter Teeth

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This album contains 5 new songs recorded in August of 2013 along with remastered versions of the tracks from our Break Out the Knives EP from August of 2012. It also features all 9 tracks without horns, since the live act sometimes does not include them.

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released 03 December 2013

(C)(AP) 2013 Veritas Vinyl. Recorded and mixed by Matt Knoles. Mastered by Kevin Ott.

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Easter Teeth Goleta, California

A gotta-see-it-to-believe-it duo, Easter Teeth is what happens when the Eymann brothers pat their tummies, rub their heads, and smack, shake, or plunk every instrument in sight. It is very sweaty. Starting in 2009, Josh (vocals and drums) and Tim (vocals, bass, keys, and gadgets) set out to convince the world that their two musical loves, Soul and Hardcore, indeed belong together. ... more

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Track Name: Being Alone with Your Thoughts is for Inmates
Feel the noise! Let that infomercial play because when silence waxes comfort wanes. Feel the noise! Yeah, pop that Ambien because if you hear voices they say that you’re insane. But I’m a damn good American (whoo whoo!), a damn good American (whoo whoo!). I earned my headphones, and I’ll wear them to the grave. Meditate! I’m sure they got an app for that. Must I be still to know that you are God? Liberty! Diversions and devices. I need, no! I have the right to be unlimited. But I’m an upstanding citizen (whoo whoo!), an upstanding citizen (whoo! whoo!). Zero convictions, but a litany of guilt. Ooh, I’ve got to fidget. Ooh, I’ve got to fiddle. Oh, to fill the hours. But I’m a damn good American (whoo! whoo!), a damn good American (whoo! whoo!). I ride a cresting wave of stimuli because being alone with your thoughts is for inmates.
Track Name: J Robbins was Half Right
J Robbins was half right. The page wants to stay white, but my heart wants to sing so vesuviusly that no writer’s blockade could ever barricade me. Whoa! Whoa! Let the igneous cry out! Whoa! Whoa! If you find me at a loss for words. Always be ready to give an answer. Tim Kasher was all wrong, art isn’t that hard. At the top of my lungs, from the bottom of heart, off the top of my head, I will sing you a song.
Track Name: Triangle of Praise
Evaporation, condensation, precipitation, which one is your favorite? Which one? Which one?
Track Name: GPSCCTVNSAISP
This song is dedicated to all you conspiracy theorists. We’re here to let you know, yes you can, keep one eye on all the exits and one foot on the dance floor. (GPS, CCTV) Go ahead. Reddi Wip the camera lens. You cannot escape. Go ahead. Crush that chip. Get off the grid. You cannot escape. Misimplementation of your paranoia, Dad has better eyesight than Big Brother does. (NSA, ISP) Clear cookies. Clear cache. Clear history. I won’t go away. Fear the program, not the programmer. Go ahead. I won’t go away. Yeah, keep peeling back those layers, baby. That’s just what they want you to do.
Track Name: Coq de Grammaire
My heart was in my throat, literally. A rollercoaster ride, literally. Cut the tension with a knife, literally. I was sweating bullets, literally. I was beside myself, literally. I was falling apart, literally. I died, literally.
Track Name: Break Out the Knives
Get up or get down, just as long as you get there. Get up or get down, just as long as you go. Come on, baby, break out the knives. I want a friend and a lover divine. Come on, baby, break out the knives. Lover, let’s cut loose tonight.
Track Name: Where Have All the Demons Gone?
Conjure in a condo. Hex in a duplex. Ghosts in San Fernando. Divination drives up the 405. Soccer mom séance. PTA poltergeist. Walmart wicca. Twitch your nose for me. Where have all the demons gone? One third fallen. Where have all the demons gone? Cast into swine? Where have all the demons gone? Blend in with the rest of us unemployed exorcists in suburbia.
Track Name: Sleeping with the Lions
Sleeping with the lions, our hearts will shine tonight. Swimming in the moonlight, the sharks all shuck and jive. Hey hey! ho ho! Them teeth have got to go. Hey hey! Ho ho! The facts don't fit the show. Sixty cycle humming, the screens glow blue at night. Wolves are at the threshold; we won't get out alive. The whole world is under our feet, and it's a long way down.
Track Name: The Eagle Flies on Friday
Baby, let your hair down. (Baby, get your coat.) Did Monday bring that bruise? (Baby, get your coat.) Penny for your pocket. (Baby, get your coat.) Buy yourself a drink. (Baby, get your coat.) Don't you know a boy gets angry? Can't you see a girl gets sad? Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies on Friday. Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies. The eagle flies. Baby let your hair down. (Baby, get your coat.) Did Tuesday use it's teeth? (Baby, get your coat.) Penny for your pocket. (Baby, get your coat.) A handshake and a hug. (Baby, get your coat.) Don't you know a boy gets angry? Can't you see a girl gets sad? So sad. Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies on Friday! Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies. The eagle flies. Whoa! Yeah! Our smiles burn bright on Sunday. Whoa! Yeah! Our smiles burn bright. Our smiles burn bright.
Track Name: Being Alone with Your Thoughts is for Inmates (no horns)
Feel the noise! Let that infomercial play because when silence waxes comfort wanes. Feel the noise! Yeah, pop that Ambien because if you hear voices they say that you’re insane. But I’m a damn good American (whoo whoo!), a damn good American (whoo whoo!). I earned my headphones, and I’ll wear them to the grave. Meditate! I’m sure they got an app for that. Must I be still to know that you are God? Liberty! Diversions and devices. I need, no! I have the right to be unlimited. But I’m an upstanding citizen (whoo whoo!), an upstanding citizen (whoo! whoo!). Zero convictions, but a litany of guilt. Ooh, I’ve got to fidget. Ooh, I’ve got to fiddle. Oh, to fill the hours. But I’m a damn good American (whoo! whoo!), a damn good American (whoo! whoo!). I ride a cresting wave of stimuli because being alone with your thoughts is for inmates.
Track Name: J Robbins was Half Right (no horns)
J Robbins was half right. The page wants to stay white, but my heart wants to sing so vesuviusly that no writer’s blockade could ever barricade me. Whoa! Whoa! Let the igneous cry out! Whoa! Whoa! If you find me at a loss for words. Always be ready to give an answer. Tim Kasher was all wrong, art isn’t that hard. At the top of my lungs, from the bottom of heart, off the top of my head, I will sing you a song.
Track Name: Triangle of Praise (no horns)
Evaporation, condensation, precipitation, which one is your favorite? Which one? Which one?
Track Name: GPSCCTVNSAISP (no horns)
This song is dedicated to all you conspiracy theorists. We’re here to let you know, yes you can, keep one eye on all the exits and one foot on the dance floor. (GPS, CCTV) Go ahead. Reddi Wip the camera lens. You cannot escape. Go ahead. Crush that chip. Get off the grid. You cannot escape. Misimplementation of your paranoia, Dad has better eyesight than Big Brother does. (NSA, ISP) Clear cookies. Clear cache. Clear history. I won’t go away. Fear the program, not the programmer. Go ahead. I won’t go away. Yeah, keep peeling back those layers, baby. That’s just what they want you to do.
Track Name: Coq de Grammaire (no horns)
My heart was in my throat, literally. A rollercoaster ride, literally. Cut the tension with a knife, literally. I was sweating bullets, literally. I was beside myself, literally. I was falling apart, literally. I died, literally.
Track Name: Break Out the Knives (no horns)
Get up or get down, just as long as you get there. Get up or get down, just as long as you go. Come on, baby, break out the knives. I want a friend and a lover divine. Come on, baby, break out the knives. Lover, let’s cut loose tonight.
Track Name: Where Have All the Demons Gone? (no horns)
Conjure in a condo. Hex in a duplex. Ghosts in San Fernando. Divination drives up the 405. Soccer mom séance. PTA poltergeist. Walmart wicca. Twitch your nose for me. Where have all the demons gone? One third fallen. Where have all the demons gone? Cast into swine? Where have all the demons gone? Blend in with the rest of us unemployed exorcists in suburbia.
Track Name: Sleeping with the Lions (no horns)
Sleeping with the lions, our hearts will shine tonight. Swimming in the moonlight, the sharks all shuck and jive. Hey hey! ho ho! Them teeth have got to go. Hey hey! Ho ho! The facts don't fit the show. Sixty cycle humming, the screens glow blue at night. Wolves are at the threshold; we won't get out alive. The whole world is under our feet, and it's a long way down.
Track Name: The Eagle Flies on Friday (no horns)
Baby, let your hair down. (Baby, get your coat.) Did Monday bring that bruise? (Baby, get your coat.) Penny for your pocket. (Baby, get your coat.) Buy yourself a drink. (Baby, get your coat.) Don't you know a boy gets angry? Can't you see a girl gets sad? Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies on Friday. Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies. The eagle flies. Baby let your hair down. (Baby, get your coat.) Did Tuesday use it's teeth? (Baby, get your coat.) Penny for your pocket. (Baby, get your coat.) A handshake and a hug. (Baby, get your coat.) Don't you know a boy gets angry? Can't you see a girl gets sad? So sad. Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies on Friday! Whoa! Yeah! The eagle flies. The eagle flies. Whoa! Yeah! Our smiles burn bright on Sunday. Whoa! Yeah! Our smiles burn bright. Our smiles burn bright.