Written by Hunter Houck
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Everything Is Stolen EP

Four Eyes

Written by Hunter Houck and Cashel Barnett
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Wish I Was A Cartoon

Written by Hunter Houck
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Meatbag

It Takes At Least A Million

Everything Is Stolen

Written by Hunter Houck, Cashel Barnett, and Ryan Kelly
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Lyrics:

on Vermont and Sunset they’re going hard
right outside the hospital
until the sun sets, preying on the weak and sick
with their pamphlets

la-la-la-la-la-la
I’m surrounded by scientologists
la-la-la-la-la-la
those weird sci-fi theologists

and at the Vons I saw them picking through the produce
just like we do
blue vest, white shirt and all
they run toward L. Ron’s call

la-la-la-la-la-la
I’m surrounded by scientologists
la-la-la-la-la-la
those weird sci-fi theologists

there’s a big blue building in the sky
and it’s right down the street
with all its windows painted white
so inside you can’t see
what they are doing
it’s such a mystery
what are they doing?
that they must hide from me

There's A Crack In My Skull

Surrounded By Scientologists

Written by Hunter Houck, Sam Coto, and Cashel Barnett
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Lyrics:
I wanna hang out
why don’t we kick it?
I wanna make out
trying to stick it

I wanna taste-taste-taste-taste
all of you
until I make-make-make-make
your skin glue
I wanna taste-taste-taste-taste
all of you
until I make-make-make-make
your skin blue

like the way inside I know you are

well we’re always fighting 
when no one’s invited
that is now how we play-ay-ay-ay
you can deny it
but never can hide it
whenever you look my way-ay-ay-ay

SEX ED

Written by Hunter Houck, Cashel Barnett, and Ryan Kelly
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Lyrics:

there’s a crack in my skull all my thoughts keep seeping out
faster than I can tell what any are about
you should go grab a jar and catch them like fireflies
they’re surely worth more to you than I

there’s a cut on my tongue leaking blood into my mouth
till I choke on the words that I always seem to shout
you start to like the taste when you have it all the time
but I’d rather be tasting yours than mine

it’s so easy to keep wastin’ 
precious water that we need
when you’re never really feelin’
thirsty 
anyone can make a difference
but why should it depend on me?
is what we think
cause it’s much easier that way

there’s an itch on my back that I never can quite reach
so I scratch and I scratch but it doesn’t bring relief
if you grow out your nails and scratch me until I bleed
I’ll be the first to admit you’re what I need 

it’s so easy to keep wastin’ 
precious water that we need
when you’re never really feelin’
thirsty 
anyone can make a difference
but why should it depend on me?
is what we think
cause it’s much easier that way

Crack In My Skull

The first recording of Crack In My Skull known to exist in this universe aka the first demo.

Crack In My Skull (Demo)

Written by Hunter Houck
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Lyrics:

my body’s built of good cells and cancer
sell me the pill that keeps me thinking I’m fine
don’t lose the will to seek out answers
or risk be killed while make believing in lies

let’s be free
beyond the sea
where no one that we know
goes

my body’s made of liquid and tissue
when you get sick just blow your nose on me
we can be saved despite our issues
there ain’t a trick to living happily

let’s be free
beyond the sea
where no one that we know
goes

my body’s built of good cells and cancer
sell me the pill that keeps me thinking I’m fine
don’t lose the will to seek out answers
or risk be killed while make believing in lies

let’s be free
beyond the sea
where no one that we know
goes

let’s be free
you and me
where no one that we know
goes

There's A Crack In My Skull EP

Pill

Written by Hunter Houck
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Lyrics:

quit takin’ from me
you’re breakin’ up
start chasin’ your dreams
we’re wakin’ up

losing sense between the physical
and a digital machine

there is a slug inside me head
that tells me what to do
I try to ignore the things it says
but it keeps getting louder and louder

if no one starts to talk about it
maybe we won’t think about it
no one starts to talk about it
maybe we won’t think about it
if no one starts to talk about it
maybe we won’t think about it
no one starts to talk about it
maybe we won’t think anymore

there is a slug inside me head
that tells me what to do
I try to ignore the things it says
but it keeps getting louder and louder

Slug

Written by Hunter Houck
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Lyrics:

why don’t you go bag your face
I don’t want to see it any place
cause I’m suspicious that you are hollow
but really baby I’m just jealous of your prettiness

don’t you think it matters
that we’re moving backwards?
cause I’m losing sense of where we’ve been and where we are

no one speaks 
clearly
we’re just acting like it
don’t take much
to lose touch
even if you fight it
we both would have to change

standing in the same place
till I can’t use my legs
confusing what’s in motion 
with what has changed
use a different name
and I’ll still know your face
it doesn’t make much difference 
where we’re going

Bag Your Face

A band in Los Angeles. Payers of parking tickets. Drinkers of beer.

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