From the new EP "When The Fever Breaks" out 9/17!  Preorder at http://microwavetheband.bigcartel.com

Labor Day

Grass Stains

The Fever

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Sleeping Oak, you've had us so worked up just come back where your roots grow.  Please come home.  It's almost New Years oh my god you must be so cold.  Make it soon cause the ground just froze and the county's shutting down the roads.  The Season's too long, just kick your shoes off and stay with us, please stay.  Let out your tarred lungs and fill them back up with the air you used to use to pray.  When did that stop?  We lost hope the day you swore the soil was gone and dug a new hole.  Make it soon cause the ground just froze and the county's shutting down the roads.  The braces on the corners of the old suspension bridge are getting weak.  The devil's chaining up his own.  So fuck the pigs that locked you up, cause you weren't hurting anyone.  But, you should have known this day would come.  I guess, if you're gonna be stupid, then you gotta be tough.

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I found you passed out in your room on the floor there was mud on top your favorite shoes. A few more steps and you'd have made it to your bed, but sometimes a few more steps is hard to do. Before you make a mess of her face, let's go a few drinks back to when you swore you'd change, when I tried so hard to clench your shaking frame. God I know you would have killed her if I let you. But I wouldn't let you do that. I can't watch you make it right. I've tried to look away but (I don't know what) makes me look back. Now I'm closing your fence, I guess I finally got some sense. And you can call me when you're finished if you're ever finished with this. You disappeared to the bathroom and asked if I'd hold your purse til you got back. These drugs will be the death of us (or at least whatever's left of us). We'll find a new lie to believe so you can finally get some sleep. You always knew how to keep me here but all I ever wanted was to leave, to let go. They found you making love in your room on the floor, that was me on top of you. A few more steps and we'd have made it to your bed, but sometimes a few more steps is hard to do.


Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Stovall

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Old lusts and the musk of wood dust trapped in my old house. 
The air's too thick to breathe so desperately we scooped it in our mouths. 
Untouched with a poor paint job and a short attention span. 
If I could concentrate, it would have turned it great but I can't. 

And I'll probably never be a famous writer. But, I can read and write okay. 
And ill probably never be all that successful. Would you love me still the same way? 

Grass stains and old Brit khaki pants it's getting old. 
I still don't have the means to buy nice things but I'm over it, it's cool. 
I slept inside my car for what seemed like forever. 
I ain't ate a lunch the past six months it's time to get my life together. 

And I'll probably never be a fearless fighter. But, I can fight this off today. 
You'll probably never love me like I love you, but I love you still the same way. 

And I'd have changed if I knew it was an option. 
God knows I would have changed. 
Cause ill probably never be the same without you. 
Ill probably never be the same. 

I'd have changed if I knew it was an option. 
God I wish I could change. 
Cause I'm not even half of what you wanted. 
And I gave everything I have. 

Ill probably never be a famous writer. But I've accepted it, it's okay. 
You'll probably never love me like I love you. But, I love you still the same way. 


Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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The slightest move the smallest touch. We've built such an incredible distance. You'd find me there by that yellow street sign, life can change in an instant. Sixty-five miles an hour on a twenty-five mile an hour road, we thought it was an accident until we found your note. I can't get it out of my mind. You really oughta start hiding my keys at night. Running away only makes it feel more authentic. I told you I was joking, but you knew that I meant it. "Don't take your thoughts so seriously. Sometimes weird shit gets up inside your head." You probably thought I wasn't listening, but I clung to every word you said. I can't get it out of my mind. I can't just leave it all behind. You really oughta start hiding my keys at night. So where are you now? And where is that line? Cause forgetting you ever lived doesn't feel right. But God knows I'm trying.


Released 23 August 2014

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Last night I crashed into your car.  It knocked the breath right out of me, but I forgot about my breathing when you stepped out into the street. You called me a dick, but you could have called me anything cause I saw that little smile you tried to hide behind your cheeks. And even though my insurance is now to high to pay, I got your number and I'm calling you on Friday. And I can't help but think that after all the things that I've done wrong, maybe I did something right. Last night you told me that you're leaving after you broke my favorite lamp. You said you hate all of my friends and you hate me too. You think I'm cheap (and you're probably right, I'm kind of cheap), but I just can't afford expensive girls like you. And even though you think the last few months were such a waste of time, I look at old pictures and remember you were once mine and I can't help but think that after all the things that I've done wrong, maybe I did something right. Last night you told me that you're pregnant. My throat closed up, I couldn't breathe. You said there's a little man inside you that looks a little bit like me. I should've gone to college and got some type of degree cause now I got a second job and I work like 60 hours a week. And even though all we ever do is fight, I could feel a kicking in your stomach last night and I can't help but think that after all the things that I've done wrong, maybe I did something right.

Released 23 August 2014

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Something Right

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I should have mowed more lawns last summer before October showed up. We spent too many sleepless nights scouting the dumpster at Dunkin Donuts. In the cosmos fitness parking lot we found a permanent fix for a lost cause and I spent the whole night wishing it would end, so it would stop and we could start it again. I spent all my money so I've been sleeping in your car and I hate your car, but I'll sleep there anyways. Quik Mart raised the prices on all my favorite vices and my van broke down now I've got nowhere to stay. You tell me if I really loved you, then I would buy you a ring. But all I've got is the black gel bracelets my goth friends gave to me. I wove 'em in a 69 so at least you'd know I'm clever and sexual. I guess love makes us do funny things. (and I think you liked that secretly). I spent all my money so I've been sleeping on your floor and I hate your floor but I'll sleep there anyways. Quik Mart raised the prices on all my favorite vices and my van broke down now I've got nowhere to stay. I know I said I'd never stop believing in myself, but honestly I've said a lot of shit. So while my soul is slowly running out of forgiveness, I'll find a way to hide or just forget. I spent all my money so I've been sleeping on your couch and I hate your couch but I'll sleep there anyways. Quik mart raised the prices on all my favorite vices and my van broke down now I've got nowhere to stay. I spent all my money so I've been sleeping in your bed and I hate your bed, but I love sleeping next to you. Quik mart raised the prices on all my favorite vices and my van broke down, I don't know what I'm gonna do. But, I know it's gonna be with you.

Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Trash Stains

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Momma prays the collar stays and fake black leather dress-up shoes to keep me looking clean and prude for Jesus to see us and the snacks that we leave crushed there in the carpet below the pews. I don't need a sign. If it's fake, then that's alright with me I guess I'll never know what's really right. I'll just keep on playing like all of it feels so real to me and God's got me a mansion with the angels in heaven. I was told in Sunday school that "God's got real big plans for you." I hope it's true. If I can keep from the Devil's drink my grandkids' kids will remember me and speak of my return, when Jesus resurrects all of the righteous boys and girls and all my stupid asshole friends that tortured me in high school will be cast in the flames. Oh god I can't wait! And I know that God hates my yellin, but I hope there's windows in heaven where I can watch them burn. I don't need a sign. If it's fake, then that's alright with me I guess I'll never know what's really right. I'll just keep on playing like all of it feels so real to me and God's got me a mansion in the sky.

Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mansion In The Sky

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I finally let go of your corkboard full of quotes like "do your best and the rest will follow." You stored your meaning on purple post-it notes, just accept that life is hollow. We can't work it out and try another time another time let's stop this now. I don't wanna waste another second. Would you just go away? You've scratched my front door with your nails enough. Let it be, nobody's really in control of anything. I finally took down your corkboard full of quotes like "do your best and the rest will follow." You stored your meaning on purple post-it notes, just accept that life is hollow. We played it out, we tried our best to do what's best and I guess that's what counts. I don't regret a second that I spent, but you can't be afraid to pull your pants up while the curtains down and just walk away. I know it's hard, but you can do hard things, you can do hard things, you can. And I know you're trying to buy a little time to work it out, but this time it's not working out.

Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering. 
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Work It Out

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I finally let go of your corkboard full of quotes like "do your best and the rest will follow." You stored your meaning on purple post-it notes, just accept that life is hollow. We can't work it out and try another time another time let's stop this now. I don't wanna waste another second. Would you just go away? You've scratched my front door with your nails enough. Let it be, nobody's really in control of anything. I finally took down your corkboard full of quotes like "do your best and the rest will follow." You stored your meaning on purple post-it notes, just accept that life is hollow. We played it out, we tried our best to do what's best and I guess that's what counts. I don't regret a second that I spent, but you can't be afraid to pull your pants up while the curtains down and just walk away. I know it's hard, but you can do hard things, you can do hard things, you can. And I know you're trying to buy a little time to work it out, but this time it's not working out.

Released 23 August 2014 

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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When I cave, you will all forget my face. Isn't that right? I hope it won't take long to fade away, not a soul will speak my name and it'll be like I never lived at all. We used to speak of it like it was some point in the future. Like it would never come. We used to pray to God and just accept we couldn't prove it, cause to accept that we're nothing was harder to swallow. I just want to be a lifeless set of ears. And watch your desperation as you finish 
out your years and stroke your fears of being blank. Everybody bleeds the same. Isn't that right? I hope it won't take long. They say the first time that you die is when your heart stops, but you die again the last time that someone speaks your name. One day you'll wake to find that all your time is spent. One day you'll never get back up again.

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The Last

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When the fever breaks I will be right here sitting in the same spot I'm sitting right now. My faith has started to shake. I don't know if I still believe you'll ever come to life with this crowd. Am I the only one who feels lonely even though I know I'm surrounded by friends? Am I the only one who feels that fevered longing? God I know I'm the only one who can. There's things that I hide, things I keep in the corners of my mind and I can't keep hiding. I know you won't approve of this, I've got bad taste in art and sex and lying. When we sat in my basement and I showed you all my wrongs, you said, "just don't quit your day job." You were right, I gave up four years ago, but some things are just too hard to leave behind. I've changed my mind so many times cause I wanted you to like me. And I'm ashamed to admit it took me this long, but I don't care if you like me anymore.

Released 23 August 2014

Produced, recorded and mixed by Travis Hill at The Looking Glass Recording Studio in Woodstock, GA. 
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When I rang your doorbell, I think I broke it in two pieces.
Your walkway plants laughed menacing, I tore them from their places.
I keyed your car just to spite you I know we never had hard feelings.
But, sometimes I lose control of my arms and stop from feeling.
Don’t you touch.  Don’t you ever ever touch me.
God I, I’ll be alright.
I’d ask but I don’t need an answer right now.
I don’t need an answer.
God I, I’ll be just fine.
These kind of things just take some time
When we’re on my sofa, I’m a regular Casanova.
And when you leave I just forget it ever happened.
Unanswered messages for days.
I can’t keep going on this way.
I’m pushing everything and everyone away.
Don’t you touch me.  Don’t you ever ever touch me.
I’m a coward.  I’m a coward.  And I’ll always be.
God I, I’ll be alright.
I’d ask but I don’t need an answer right now.
I don’t need an answer.
God I, I’ll be just fine.
These kind of things just take some time . . .
I can’t get the thought of my mind.
“Dear John, I’m sorry about your car.”

Swine Driver

I can tell that you're trying not to open your eyes, but the sun is too bright. 
Come, give up and move on. Leave that city and drive to nowhere. 
I followed the sun as it passed by my streets, my friends, my home. 
And I swore under my breath that they would never see my face around here. 
Never Again. I shut the door and put that beater in gear. 
I watched your face get smaller in my rear-view mirror. 
I put my finger out and I screamed, 
"Here's that white picket fence. Here's that American dream."

Never Again

That voice told my heart to turn around, but my heart wouldn’t shake
That voice was so persistent. I disconnected the brakes.
And I pushed that pedal down.
I watched the fuel gauge as it went south.
And I pushed that pedal down.
My engine sputtered and died right in front of her house.
Her Father was stationed overseas and her Mom was buried in the backyard.
She didn’t have a future there, but she had five gallons of gasoline.
She packed her things inside my car.
And in the kitchen by the phone with a felt-tip pen, she wrote a note.
She said, “Daddy I can’t take it anymore. 
They tell me there’s a world out there, but I just have to make sure.”
She turned around and took a last look and then she shut that beater door.
And I pushed that pedal down.

Kansas

We didn't stop til late that night.
Fell asleep in the glow of neon lights.
On that gum-paved sidewalk with years and years of spit and tears, 
We forgot all of our worries and our fears.
And I lost my spirit. I lost my peace. I lost my virtue. She took it from me.
And you wouldn't believe the filthy things she whispered in my ear.
They asked if we would like a drink and we were ready to go.
The things her father would do to me, I don't even want to know.
That night was a river we jumped right in and swam downstream.
I don't know where this will go but I'm pretty sure we're going to see.
Hours and hours turned into days and days turned into years and years.
We spent that entire decade drunk and high we took it beer by beer.
And we fell more and more in love.

Filthy

There ain’t a drop left in my cup.
They had my heart all riled up.
“We own this town. There ain’t a damn thing that could pull us down.”
And when we left the bar that night, I saw the devil he was smiling.
I looked into her Hazel eyes.
I made her promise she would always be beside me.
"Cause for the past few years, something hasn’t felt right.
I watched your face get dark. You used to be so ..."
That phrase had such a ring, “We own this town. 
And there ain’t a damn thing that could pull us down.”
God please forgive me.
I won’t remember this in the morning.
I’m not getting better.
We took a trip to that lonely apartment a ways outside those neon lights,
Where we spent our quiet mornings after those deafening nights.
Outside the devil stood he came to claim what he loaned.
Outside the devil watched he came to take what he owned.
That phrase had such a ring, “We own this town. 
And there ain’t a damn thing that could pull us down.”
God please forgive me.
I won’t remember this in the morning.
I’m not getting better.
That fog, that ice.
If I were sober I’d have known.
Such a beautiful night, but she never made it home.

Bright

I pulled myself from what was left of that beater’s frame.
I scratched the VIN and I ripped off the license plate.
I poured some gasoline on top to cover up my shame.
I watched the two things I loved most go up in flames.
Sunburnt tongues the songs they’d sung spat out spit and twisted up.
Salt water, foam, a sea of grief, I spat out blood and broken teeth.
The way she used to say my name.
The way the light shined off her face.
I screamed. I looked for someone to blame.
I screamed:
“How could you? How could you? How could you take her from me?
You coward! I’ll kill you. I’ll make you wish you never lived.”
I reached outward in shame. I looked for someone to blame.
But there was no one to find. Just the Devil and I.
I woke up in my room the next day still alive.
Sick and sober without you by my side. I turned on the Radio.
“Last night on road 25 a car was found with a woman inside.
Fractured spine, paralyzed, set on fire and left to die.”
“How could you? How could you? How could you take her from me?
You coward! I’ll kill you. I’ll make you wish you never lived.”
I reached outward in shame. I looked for someone to blame.
But there was no one to find. Just the Devil and I.

The Devil and I

I took everything I owned from that lonely apartment.
Rent was paid for the next three months.
The next time they came here I’d be gone.
I walked two blocks to a phone, I called my brother and I said,
“Brother, I’m coming home.”
I left, conquered, a long long time ago.
My streets, my friends, the place I called my home.
Something was missing I had to make sure that there was really a world out there.
My thumb catches the breeze as cars fly by just a few feet in front of me.
I think I finally found my peace, but God knows I’ve been doing all the wrong things.
God knows I’ve been doing all the wrong things.
I stand here on the side of the Interstate.
The wind blows dust in my face.
My feet are tired and my body aches. I ain’t slept for days and days and days.
I hope one day that you can forgive me.
I hope somewhere that you understand.
Deafening nights, the beater, our heartbeat.
I should have known that it all had to end.
I took everything I owned from that lonely apartment.
Rent was paid for the next three months.
The next time they came here I’d be gone.
I walked two blocks to a phone and I called my brother I said,
“Brother, I’m coming home.”

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