MMRVIN MA NIs & iIAVlTIS is a live EP recording from the basement studio featuring Cody Hatt on drums, Jackson King on bass, Dylan Shaffer on Rhythm Guitar and Colin Hedberg on Lead Guitar. 
Colin departed the band shortly after the recording of this project and was replaced by guitarist Joe Hunter, who isn't featured on this recording. We love them both none the less.

Tracklist:
Kiss Me 0:00 - 2:27
Sweaty 2:37 - 5:47 
Interlude 5:50 - 6:33
Discomforting Drugs 6:34 - 10:41

Ugly as F*ck EP

MMRVIN MA NIs & iIAVlTIS

LYRICS

Phone on the sofa, 
oh you're taking in nothing,
vaguely listening to the scene.
I would kinda love it if you'd give me something, 
something to work with, 
something to grow.
I would kinda like it if you showed some feeling,
or if there's nothing you would let us know. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're here to see what's going wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

The beer bottles pile up by your feet, 
your grieving; isn't aimed above but rather just below.
Any excuse to feel collective meaning, 
just laying back to enjoy the show. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're oh so worried what's gone wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

We're heading out to see the queen.
We're here to see what's going wrong.
We're all relaxed and so serene.
We're heading out to see the queen. 

Your eyes barely flicker as you light up your cigarette,
take a drag and survey the scene.
I was kinda hoping that you'd be my princess.
kinda hoping that you'd be my queen.

The Queen [with The Fall of Saigon]

Part two of last Lost....

Moog Grandmother
Moog Matriarch
Moog SupPhatty
Tanzbär (Drums)

LostTwo

Tibute to the dark, grungy beauty AIC and Lane brought to the world...
our take on their masterpiece.

Man in the Box (AIC Cover)

don’t know a thing about the world, it keeps changing
I watched you bring a little peace to my pond

now everything we’ll ever do seems ancient
but I am still unlearning all that I’ve learned

don’t know a thing about the world...

the winter freeze, it calls our lease
our fallacies
they squeeze us out of conversations

we felt so free when we crossed a sea
far from family
the ballast rocks of generations

free
(to avert a loss,
to avoid the pain,
to control your thoughts,
then it ends the same)

from knowing
(it’s all in vain,
don’t know a thing,
you don’t control a thing,
it’s all in vain)

free
(but you know yourself,
put trust in yourself,
go on and lean on yourself,
you believe in yourself)

from knowing
(except yourself
is not a thing,
it’s all in vain,
self’s not a thing)

Chorus: repeated

we never lie, we just don't know
the shadows stroll by
dictating our conversation

we simplify and for all we know
an angel dies
whenever common sense is mentioned

Chorus: repeated

unlearning all that I have learned...

Support Gom

Don't Know A Thing

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Mr Jones wont you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr Jones we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think weve made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider

It´s a soft acoustic ballade about love.

I've been shipped around these islands since i was seventeen.
Finally, I found the time to take it all easy.
You offered up your violence, but I'm largely sedentary. 
The singular collection of star dust that's left for me.

You came to me all smiling, but it wasn't what it seemed.
You placed me in a cage, and then you threw away the key.
I offered nought but silence to escape your hedgmony. 
Whilst picking through the bones in an attempt at living free.

Dreams aren't ever as they seem. 
People scrape by and scheme.
People sing their own songs.
Dreams, where the doors are closing.
The booming voice from within.
Says wait for things to go wrong.

See this relationship begat a pile of your debris.
The mask came creeping formless in the shape of pleasantries. 
You offered up compliance, but then asked me for a fee.
It cost as much as anything, as much as sanity. 

The shadowbans, my biggest fan, a waking reverie.
A place to spend the winter where the winds aren't so heavy.
You sold me out for pennies cos the costs were heavenly.
A separation brought on by the waters of the sea.

Dreams of a type and a theme.
Into soft melodies 
With people dancing along.
Dreams are warnings sent by a friend.
Who knows to what they portend?
Suppose they speed things along.

The link that held together had been severed long before. 
A chink that turned forever into kind of nevermore.
A difference of opinion can be all kinds of deathly.
You bought a brand new lock and then you threw away the key. 

Threw Away The Key

In My Head (Final Conversation With The Room Mix)

The Silence Pathway

Suspense

Aru Kuro On Rhea Moon

Monobros

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