We've been in the studio making a ton of songs with a new album in mind and are really pumped about how things are turning out. Wanted to drop this leaker track off early while it's still fresh to let people know we're getting back at it. You can download it right now from iTunes (http://smarturl.it/dtr38a) and Bandcamp (http://bit.ly/dtr38a).

Our 500-page photo book Every Single Day is available here: http://bit.ly/dtrbook. Watch this video to preview the book and hear some old stories: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbISWns5eXI

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DOOMTREE ".38 Airweight"

Doomtree - Bolt Cutter

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

HEAVY RESCUE
Produced by Cecil Otter and Lazerbeak Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Hook)
They tried to attack you / They tried too late / We’re waiting on the storm to hide the wake / Bringing you up to the surface / dragging you up to the shore / holding you up to the sun like Is this yours? / It’s yours
(Cecil)
It’s yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right / poor site like maybe it’s mine and you made it
in time with the foresight / to light a torch and torch this place / coordinate my life with yours / private wars and a chore to relate in a world that you made fulla minor chords / Find the oars, lie in the wake / quiet your mind, they’re lying in wait / they’re firing everything all over everywhere / everyone in the asylum is safe / Wait, the size of the tide is—it’s rising again, so align with your horizons / So can I get a witness, can I get a clue / If I can’t, can I get an amen or a view / of the few and the proud that are crowding around the canals / in the masses to catch you and ration the savage of you / Grab for the branches, wrap them in you / we’ll scream to cause avalanches / that ceramic sunset’s for you
(Hook)
(Dessa)
Whitecaps break above us but at the bottom it stays calm / just the rising tides can touch us / just lift you up and set you down / But danger is as danger does / There’s a motor in the water and it’s coming for us / and I can smell the gasoline, smell the rust / and I can’t move fast enough away / Break, make for the deep end / don’t wait for me / cause I’ll be damned if they get another / just to catch and / catch and release
(Stef)
Choked, blotter on the tongue / water in the lung, trippin / hotter than the sun, fodder for the big guns / finished with your fun, know I’m not the one / Time crawls and I’m still here somehow beggin / still fear that I’ll waste my life on the end of your impulse / lettin the lead fly from your weapon / Hit or miss, bigger fish and a sea full / of deceitful creep people / Lust betrays, sweat the sheets through / So I stash and I grasp and I laugh and I plan it / keep it on the run like mechanics / You say Don’t hold your breath / you say Don’t sit and wait / Cause when you’re up then you’re out / and the fuss and the pout won’t work / don’t push them brakes
(Sims)
They came up the coast with a cavalcade / these seas I just can’t navigate / so I recalibrate / then bend the frame until the image freed up from the acetate / I was at the helm with the map and the loop / looking for a keyhole to pass on through / they were waiting outside with incisors / ready to devise, divide, and syphon the fuel / they just shoot, they just shoot / hand in the mouth from the garden we grew / so I’m carving until I make a shape that suits / fly the sail so the space match too / and all I wanted was good and free / and my hands were good enough / paid up with a couple cuts / bob and weave / find a space between and a cut above
(Hook)

DOOMTREE "Heavy Rescue"

The new album ALL HANDS in stores 01.27.15 www.doomtree.net

CABIN KILLER
Produced by Cecil Otter, Lazerbeak, and Paper Tiger Guitar by Jake Hanson
(Dessa)
Like the clock in the gut of the gator / they all talk (tick) / Earned every dime in my pocket / they pocket watching / Eyes wide—you must of gotten in the belladonna / watch if you wanna / I work in that Castellano lisp / French Resistance / Oxford comma / Get press like I’m all cuff and collars / Winter’s brisk, double down, if you’re gonna stay on it / seasons here even freeze the deep water / But it keeps the genes hardy / So feed a fever, the winter we starve keep / razor in the cheek / robin in the ribcage / braided in the street / hair down in the crib stay / easy on the beat / mouths get easier to feed / Meter’s running, every minute gotta matter—move / I got a minimum to meet
(Sims)
I’m in that two-seater beater bumping Big Freedia / scheming on something I could eat up / with this dime and this nickel / I might take down Visa for the three percent I feed them / I am not your profit / I am Travis fucking Bickle / kill a paparazzi lobby / bring the body down to Lockheed / stuff it in a Maserati / just playing, that’s just the funny shit I’m dreamin / while I’m pouring your Chianti / serve a couple tables and I’m off on my Bianchi / I’m outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me / money, money, money all they ever fucking say / I should’ve left yesterday / Okay I need a couple bucks to fill my cup and you know this / but holding on to something gold never was the focus / never fell for the hocus pocus, it’s all bogus
/ bullshit, goldfish, guppies, yuppies fucking disgust me / ugly man, I’m sick of this shit so I untie my wrists / and I undock my ship / I dream a new planet with only fun occupants / so I uncock my hips and I dance like an idiot / see how electric my city is / Lake City pacemaker / put the pulse in it / Big Sims and I keep it authentic
(Mike)
Running Man jump back, bio-funk divisible / Hungry Jack swing, hide your trunk visible / Steel wool brillo teeth, sleepin like I’m Hampton / Leak blood in widow's peaks, geekin up vampin / C’mon Dougie I been rap—frrserious / 4 minus 5 (1) Fantastic Furious / WWF, www dot calm the fuck down right now / or you’ll get WW3’d, all of you dummy to me / money turn putty when fuddy duddies act funny with me / D-Bo everything, eenie meanie that’s mine / I said gimme guh-gimme gimme gimme plenty / Beamer and the Sim simma / The Vimmy, the semi / Petty bounty, any penny or any fedi / Homie is you relevant? Lemme get a piece / I’ma retell it, develop it, sell it to the beast / Rollin in a bread box, mayo spillin / on the ceiling, bailing 187 / Satan kneeling, hailing, doing my bidding / grillin, never chillin, I’m Hella Frreal / Peeling on God’s lemons, spillin milk, drowning kittens / Sick hurlin, feelin like I’m illin, wheelin, and dealin / Mike the Thriller, chill killer it’s been a minute / You can show and prove, I’ma stand and deliver it
(Cecil)
I’m peeling off into the city lights / dripping like Dali in the alleyways / I had my way with the ways of the world but the world found its way back / Gray slacks, paid tax / laid tracks to the last spike / but that was last night / wait um, that was just the D M T um / we young, we dumb, we fulla gun powder
(Stef)
We got em back against they feelings / they bent, they went willing / we didn’t push em / nah, tell them fuckers to Stay Puft / Marshmallow men, harsh mellows / when they get in ya space then settle in / never let em again / Throw piss, throw em off of ya scent / and never let em again / they placate like we here to pretend / never let em in

DOOMTREE "Cabin Killer"

DOOMTREE "Marathon"

from "This Is Our Science" - available September 13, 2011 from Fake Four Inc.
Single with instrumental version also available - https://www.circleintosquare.com/item/dimitri-mendeleev-single

Dimitri Mendeleev

STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF NOT IN THE FLESH, BUT THE SOUL. WHEN ANGELS CRY KIDS DIE AND THE WORLD AS YOU KNOW IT IS MOLTEN, THE ONLY THING THAT REMAINS WITHIN YOUR HOLLOW RIB CAGE IS HEART. #MAINCOLLECTION

WHITE TRASH TRAILER PARK WHERE I SMOKED THEM CAMELS N ATE A EDIBLE

1uhhco flow (ft. 1uhhco & Cfour)

Ipecac Neat

That One

"Faded" by P.O.S off of Chill, dummy out now on Doomtree Records

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Chill, dummy

Faded

P.O.S - "Faded"

Title track from the new Four Fists album 6666 - in stores october 12, 2018 
Pre-order today at http://smarturl.it/fourfists6666
Tour dates: http://doomtree.net/shows

@fourfists is @yeahrightpos + @astronautalis
produced by @letmode 
additional edits + arrangement by @subpyao

I ain't never been to war
Knock on fucking wood
Neither have you
So, we’re doing pretty good
I ain't never killed a man
Once I stole to eat
I knew I wouldn't starve
So, it’s all just make believe

I think I'm George Patton
Herbert Hoover
Speaking Shakespeare to the stones
And hope that they'll be moved by words
Turn rivers into reservoirs 
I think I’m...fuck it!
I used to think I was Casanova
But I crumble nowadays
Whenever I sleep without her

I used to worship “Papa”
Spanish Civil War
Fishing off the Keys
Bullfights and cigars
Man, that shit don't work for me
I'm on some, “Fuck Bukowski!”
Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right
Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life

It's kinda nice!
Quiet life
Far from the guns of war
Run my fingers through the grass 
And listen to you talk
Sunlight in the curtains
Freckles on your skin
This is my Everest, this my Silk Road,
this my south pole, Shackleton

Yeah, life is protest
We are weapons
God damn, love like Arab Spring
There are frontiers
They are endless
And they’re in our everything

[CHORUS]
The sun ain’t set on me yet
I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone
Inside each life there are four fists
We are made whole through our broken jaws
Broken jaws

I'm ready, I’m patient, I wait
Wait…Wait…
No I ain't
I'm scared and I'm quick to escape 
“Yeah, he went that a way” 
Maybe flattered and scattering?
Or flattened and shattering?
Or collecting data?
I don't have an idea that isn't unraveling 

WHOA!
Free where the breeze will take me
Helium and balloon but no string
This what nobody wanted
We stuck so far under 
We so out of sync 
Just remember to breathe
Just remember to be
Just remember how beast you be
Reach for like anything 
Do that shit easy

Nothing comes easy
Just take it easy
Do what the needs be
There ain't no freebies 
Earn what you keeping
Or think they do not need me
Cuz they don't if you sleeping
Caught in the romance and drama of, “woe is me!”
Stopped em from catching they opening
And there won't be credits 
This won't stop happening, ever

[CHORUS]

I'm learning it never makes sense
And that's ok
That life is a weapon itself
With the sharpest blade

There is not a heaven or hell
Just each day
And life is a death in itself
And I can change

I'm learning to let go as well
It’s so strange
The past is a part of me now
There's no escape

I made up the bed by myself
So I'm sleepin in it
There is no erasing the past
To get back what I lost cuz
I ain't dead yet!

I ain’t dead! (x 1000)