Recorded in June of 2014 at Million Yen Studios with Dave Lugo and Brian Tepps. Mastered by Collin Jordan at The Boiler Room in Chicago.

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LYRICS
Was there another life for me? 
Another trail to blaze in a parallel time 
Leading to riches, social status, stable income– Maybe. 
Maybe I could have found a way to make my father proud. 
In another life I could have chosen, 
But not this time. 

"And the days are not full enough" 
To lift me up before they come 
Each day arriving as it leaves 
I mean to clean but never leave 

And I know that there's a time and place for conversations like this. 
As I grip the steering wheel I feel my mind slip– 
Into another place. Into another time. 
Familiar faces, mouthing phrases... 
Waving goodbye. 

"And the nights are not full enough" 
I drag the pen to call your bluff. 
I'd ask the moon to drink the stars 
And hang itself above my yard 

I don't think I could take another day of this. 
Do I look as sick as I feel? 
I know I can't fix the unrepairable. 
I know that I won't be held responsible for the gaps you've refused to fill 
I don't think that I could take another day of it. 
My hearts so heavy now.

Sputter

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Recorded in June of 2014 at Million Yen Studios with Dave Lugo and Brian Tepps. Mastered by Collin Jordan at The Boiler Room in Chicago.

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LYRICS
A Green line across my forehead says I was never really king at all. 
And all my friends fell out like rotting teeth. 
All my riches turned to dust. 
My kingdom crumbles and falls away. 
But every face is a blossom of jejune praise. 
I feel I'm learning more each day. 
I need to find my feet again. 
I know that all good things must pass, but the aching never fades away. 

A pair of lenses fracture light across a map. 
The places we've never been are Sharpied onto scotch tape on a coffee can. 
You were crying in the kitchen, I was helping you breathe. 
You were screaming at the floor boards "This place is not for me". 
But now you're leaving. The damage is done. 
You fold us into airplanes and threw us at the sun. 

And I still feel sick when I sit still. 
As you follow plot-lines, 
how she'd tilt her head to show you that 
there was no condition 
deserving of you. 

Was I the wind between your palms? 
Was she the slab that broke your fall? 
And did you get my letters? 

The green line across my forehead. Was I ever really here at all? 
My efforts stretched like rubber bands, decayed. 
We waltzed charades inside this abandoned apartment space 
To the echoing promise made 
that "maybe one day..." 

I'd like to take my name and burn it with my mattress and my books and my identity. 
And I'd like to drive until I can't see the skylines. 
Sometimes I feel so stuck in propulsion, my feet are still in motion but my head is fucking frozen. 
So I'm leaving. 
The damage is done. 
My love is unconditional, But I'm in no condition of love. 

Now I've found something to write about. 
This is the letting go for hope in jejune bloom. 
If I told you that when you left I was discolored and frayed 
Would you lend me your hue and wax? 

And if I showed you, through verb and tax 
That I had learned to let go 
if I could go back, I'd say 
That you were right. You're right. You're right.



Jejune

LYRICS
I’ve got 20 something years of fire tonight 
I’ve got 20 more reasons to die 
If you think I’m the devil then I think you’re right 
I’ve twisted tongues with the Anti-Christ 

We’re drinking to drown 
We’re painting this town - Black. 
Like the hearts of the crows. 
You know I wouldn’t lie to you, 
I’ve got the devil in me and i’ve been living so definitively when I shake. 

Shake for every moment in the waking. 
Shake off all the sugar in my wake so I can rest my head. 
I’m on a mission. This commission of blood 
Will make your mind look in new directions 
A liquid sickness. I’ll never lose it for good 
Bleeding black over red and you know that I should 
When I shake. 

The man and his militia don’t want you to breathe 
They spell heaven with a dollar sign 
They think I’m the devil, and I think they’re right 
I speak in tongues and I speak my mind. 

And we’re drinking to drown 
We’re painting this town - Black. 
Like the hearts of the crows. 
Because if I’m too fast, then you’re too slow 
Or at least too stoned to shake it tonight.
---
Recorded in the summer of 2012 with Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios. 
All songs written by Sam Porter and performed by The Howl. 

Sam Porter - Guitar/Vocals 
Evan Porter - Guitar/vocals 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass/Vocals 
John Garrison - Drums

released 10 September 2012 

Special thanks to Ryan Gorgol and Pete Fenech, without which this record would have never been possible. Also, Bauer to Royal, Kayleigh Kueffner, Alan Chen, Jordan Burk, Colin Brown, Colin Reineberg, our friends, families and loved ones. Everyone who believed in us and helped us along the way. We are forever grateful!

Tremors

LYRICS
You let the hair on your face grow long 
You’ll take the pain and turn it into a melody 
sheepishly sung behind closed doors 
You say that you wish you were home more. 
Will she take your heart? 
Will she wear it as a charge or a chastity? 

You let the numbers on the clock tick by 
You wonder what had happened to the good times 
Will she take your heart? 
Will she wear it as a charge or a chastity? 

You know she goes in that house every night. 
She sleeps in a different room every time. 
She sleeps in a different room every night. 
You lie awake for a different moon 
and you’ve been awake for days. 

There’s a lot of people talking about false intentions 
a lot of people talking about cheat. 
And I know that it’s hard. But you’ve got to muster the strength to break it to me. 
You’re working for the weekend 
But the weekend’s looking bleak. 
All the while these reindeer games are taking you away. 
She can barely remember your name. 

When you lose everything with everyone 
And no one knows your name 
When you lose me, 
Will you let her know that you're letting go? 
Let go. 

Brother, you’ve been gone now for what seems like forever 
Just look at the damage she’s done. 
You’re praying to god and the vacancy listens 
On Comet, on Cupid! On Donner, on Blitzen! 
Tighten the reigns but this flight is destined to crash. 
Crash!
---
Recorded in the summer of 2012 with Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios. 
All songs written by Sam Porter and performed by The Howl. 

Sam Porter - Guitar/Vocals 
Evan Porter - Guitar/vocals 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass/Vocals 
John Garrison - Drums

released 10 September 2012 

Special thanks to Ryan Gorgol and Pete Fenech, without which this record would have never been possible. Also, Bauer to Royal, Kayleigh Kueffner, Alan Chen, Jordan Burk, Colin Brown, Colin Reineberg, our friends, families and loved ones. Everyone who believed in us and helped us along the way. We are forever grateful!

Reindeer Games

LYRICS
I heard a song today. 
It had the minor fall and the major lift, 
But the heart fell short in the singers voice 
He’s just trying to keep up with kitsch. 
But we won’t put up with that shit. 
We’ve got the energy that we need 
We can turn these wheels, we’ve got the means, we’re ok. 

Because all the times that I wished I was what they were 
I was so much more and they were all falling short. 
I found strength in disillusion, fighting confusion, 
We are blessed with a brand new age, a new page. 
We’ve got the basements and we’ve got the bands. 
We can turn it all around it’s all in our hands, Alright. 

 Just put your best foot forward 
 All seeds bloom in time. 
 Just put your best foot forward 
 And leave your fears behind. 

  Because fears are for the blind.
---
Recorded in the summer of 2012 with Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios. 
All songs written by Sam Porter and performed by The Howl. 

Sam Porter - Guitar/Vocals 
Evan Porter - Guitar/vocals 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass/Vocals 
John Garrison - Drums

released 10 September 2012 

Special thanks to Ryan Gorgol and Pete Fenech, without which this record would have never been possible. Also, Bauer to Royal, Kayleigh Kueffner, Alan Chen, Jordan Burk, Colin Brown, Colin Reineberg, our friends, families and loved ones. Everyone who believed in us and helped us along the way. We are forever grateful!

Tapioca

LYRICS
You’ve been sinking since you were young 
stealing credit cards and drags of cigarettes 
You’ve seen the bottoms of a thousand tinted bottles 
But you can’t stop swimming (because the state lines are biting at your heels) 
Did the pool halls offer you friendship? 
Did the drugs wipe away your tears? 
Did all the sex and drunken fanfare fill your heart while we waited for you christmas year? 

You blame it all on being young ( I ain’t done nothin’ wrong) 
Straight teeth but a crooked tongue ( I said ain’t done nothin’ wrong) 
But Johnathan bloomed a man behind the prison bars ( I ain’t done nothin’, I ain’t done nothin’ I ain’t done nothin’) 
All the while mama told him shoot for the stars. 
Wake up, wake up, what have you done? 

Why does the mirror bend to blend? 
You’re like a parakeet in keeping 
Self-obsessed in a circular sickness 
You’re swallowing your tail, just to throw it back up again 
Well let’s all get up and dance to the songs that were a hit before your mother was born 
Though she was born a long long time ago, I think your mother would know better now.
---
Recorded in the summer of 2012 with Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios. 
All songs written by Sam Porter and performed by The Howl. 

Sam Porter - Guitar/Vocals 
Evan Porter - Guitar/vocals 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass/Vocals 
John Garrison - Drums

released 10 September 2012 

Special thanks to Ryan Gorgol and Pete Fenech, without which this record would have never been possible. Also, Bauer to Royal, Kayleigh Kueffner, Alan Chen, Jordan Burk, Colin Brown, Colin Reineberg, our friends, families and loved ones. Everyone who believed in us and helped us along the way. We are forever grateful!

Crooked Tongues

LYRICS
Lie. Lie and wait. 
These weeks rotten meat sticks in your teeth. 
There’s a grave on our left and shame on your right 
Was it hard not to toss and turn all night? 

Wide, wide awake 
on six months of sweat between the sheets 
A pistol of aggression and a mouthful of regrets 
I guess I’ll see how they compete. 

But, there’s a place for hearts like yours. 
Caged beneath your worn out skin, 
untouchable and un-givable. 
You can beat and pump that thick black smoke throughout your sullen veins, 
But you couldn’t give that away 
you couldn’t give that away. 

I’ve held too tight to float away, you’re too heavy not to sink. 
Her fingernails in my back, my ribs 
(I can’t shake this heart awake) 
Now I’m breathing in the Jameson 
and I’ll drink her until i’m drunken 
down and away 

 Lie, wide awake.  
Six months of sweat between these sheets. 
 A pistol of aggression and a mouthful of regrets, 
 I guess I’ll see how they compete.  

The chair dropped out and the rope went taut, now this is fucking with my head. 
And he’s talking in my dreams now about all the things that you two did. 
But I’ll give this heart a purpose 
I will sleep until I surface far and away.
---
Recorded in the summer of 2012 with Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios. 
All songs written by Sam Porter and performed by The Howl. 

Sam Porter - Guitar/Vocals 
Evan Porter - Guitar/vocals 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass/Vocals 
John Garrison - Drums

released 10 September 2012 

Special thanks to Ryan Gorgol and Pete Fenech, without which this record would have never been possible. Also, Bauer to Royal, Kayleigh Kueffner, Alan Chen, Jordan Burk, Colin Brown, Colin Reineberg, our friends, families and loved ones. Everyone who believed in us and helped us along the way. We are forever grateful!

Lion Weight

LYRICS
He couldn't seem to get it straight 
and when the words came out, she walked away. 
Feeling so disoriented, 
his fingers were splinters, his heart was fermented. 

Roses red in the gutter where she'd drown them 
and said, "They'd look better dead." 

Everyone said "Take cover with another lover!" 
That boy's got the heart of a snake. 
Can't wait around for another lover, 
it's your heart or i'll give it a resting place. 

She's standing outside, feeling that she's there to stay. 
The clouds covered up the sun but she liked it better that way. 
She let her fingernails rot beneath the paint. 
Different colors for different days locked in a case inside her brain. 

I've got some flowers for your mother 
Because her only daughters dead. 
I've got some flowers for your mother 
Because she's buried in my garden bed. 

(She kept her heart locked away.) 

I've got some pictures for your mother 
of a girl beyond the grave. 
I've got some pictures for your mother 
of a girl that Jesus never saved.
---
Recorded in the summer of 2012 with Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios. 
All songs written by Sam Porter and performed by The Howl. 

Sam Porter - Guitar/Vocals 
Evan Porter - Guitar/vocals 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass/Vocals 
John Garrison - Drums

released 10 September 2012 

Special thanks to Ryan Gorgol and Pete Fenech, without which this record would have never been possible. Also, Bauer to Royal, Kayleigh Kueffner, Alan Chen, Jordan Burk, Colin Brown, Colin Reineberg, our friends, families and loved ones. Everyone who believed in us and helped us along the way. We are forever grateful!

Flowers

LYRICS
The scalpel splits the silicone as I nurse a fading lover without a pulse. 
Your love was a Trojan Horse. 
Making arrangements for entombments of these strangers. 
These movements of my heart inside my chest, each pulse inflicts a fracture. 

Dark waters fill my lungs as I am struggling to breathe. 
I’m choking on your grief. 
I am the afterbirth of sorrow, praying I don’t wake up tomorrow. 
God damn, Christina, how was I supposed to carry on like this? 

When the only way to stop falling in love... 
“traffic stops on madison” 

You’re body was a coal mine 
We’re coughing and sick 
Lost men gasp for clarity 
their lungs still black with soot- 

Now I am betting on canaries and you’re mourning in your filth. 
My head is buried in my hands. 
You’re buried in your guilt. 

The forceps, they’ve cleared the way. 
I’m steadied now to face the waves. 
But my legs are bound. Your love was a sinking anchor. 
Plunging through the darkest blues, past arms outstretched in beryl hues 
But now the lake swims in my chest. And it’s pulse evicts the raptures. 

Dark waters filled my lungs as I am struggling to breathe. 
Nine hundred feet beneath. 
I am the afterbirth of sorrow, and if I don’t wake up tomorrow, 
Perhaps, Christina, you may find your heart in the depths of Lake Michigan. 

When the only way to stop falling in love... 
“traffic stopped on madison” 
` 
You’re body was a coal mine 
We’re coughing and sick 
Lost men gasp for clarity 
their lungs still black with soot 

I am a wounded wolf that’s howling 
and you mean nothing to me now. 
but I swear I’ll kill that mother-fucker 
before the sun goes down. 

This is my voice. Hear me now, hear me now. 
You were my voice. Hear me now. 

Sit and wait for your wave to roll in 
You’re stuck in your skin waiting for death to cleanse your soul 
You’ve got to hold on now, you’ve got to hold on. 
Dig your graves, shake the dead. 

Empty eyes turn away from the pacts of the living to dig your graves, shake the dead.

---
Recorded in the summer of 2012 with Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios. 
All songs written by Sam Porter and performed by The Howl. 

Sam Porter - Guitar/Vocals 
Evan Porter - Guitar/vocals 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass/Vocals 
John Garrison - Drums

released 10 September 2012 

Special thanks to Ryan Gorgol and Pete Fenech, without which this record would have never been possible. Also, Bauer to Royal, Kayleigh Kueffner, Alan Chen, Jordan Burk, Colin Brown, Colin Reineberg, our friends, families and loved ones. Everyone who believed in us and helped us along the way. We are forever grateful!

Dinner With Bentham

LYRICS
Wish I had a seat to sit in, wish I had a hand to hold 
I wish I had something to believe in, I wish I had a heart of gold 
But I don’t. 
I’ve got shaky hands with calloused fingers 
But you know that I can make you quiver 
This shakey voice can make your heart unfold 

Shadows only follow the searching souls 
Whisper the rules our tongues carved in stone over the telephone. 
But I can only try to change your mind so many times 
before I drop down from my knees to my stomach. 

The city sleeps below me, The river’s juxtaposed. 
I bleed for a woman who I cannot hold. She’s got a heart of gold.
I put my heart on hold for her. 
And in a city of circles, these right angles are what’s keeping me alive. 
I know I don’t have the strength to fight you but i’d be damned if I didn’t try. 

Shadows only follow the searching soul 
Whisper the rules our tongues carved in stone over the telephone. 
But I can only try to change your mind so many times 
before I drop down from my knees to my stomach. 

And so I’m land locked between the past and present tense 
So here’s a message in a tumbleweed tumbling straight for your doorstep. 

Squeeze hope for the water its worth 
but know that gasoline has the strength to put out your fire. 
Because these sick, somber cities are miles and miles and miles and miles and miles. 
When there should have been a train to take the pine out of happiness 
a bus or a plane to put hope into hopelessness 
I’m purging my gut, making room just to finish. 
You know I’m shaking the earth just to find you. 

I’m setting strong from the east to the west, the shadows fade away but I will rise again. 
I am humble-chucking stars across a pride filled sky, I will give you a man to believe in. 
and I know I can’t be the wool that keeps your head warm at night. 
Little problems, Little lover. Someday we’ll get it right. 

Just know that I never really meant to hurt you. 
and know that I will always...
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Released July 16, 2013 

John Garrison - Drums 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass & Vocals 
Sam Porter - Guitar & Vocals 
John Shotwell - Guitar & Vocal 

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios in April of 2013. 

Cello performed by Alex Kruser.
Cover Artwork by Ian Tomas Miller. 

Vinyl Pressing produced by B. Mehrabi & Co-produced by Anya  Billeck under BERSERK RECORDS 
2013. 
Exclusively licensed for distribution by BERSERK RECORDS. 
All songs written and performed by THE HOWL. 

COPYRIGHT THE HOWL 2013 © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Little Killer [B]

Watch the official music video on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uU0ayHfTdo
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LYRICS
This place is beautiful, I don’t know how to get back home. 
It’s far enough away and fair enough for me to throw the odds into the wind. 
And everything that meant anything before, suddenly meant so much more. 
The sun rose over green-capped hills, but you don’t feel the sun anymore. 

This place is difficult, it’s tearing you and I to shreds. 
We’ve come an awfully long way just to shut our eyes and wait for low tide. 
Skipping beats, measures and stones. 

If I wanted to feel like I was cast away, I would have stayed back home in Chicago. 
Where at least I know that my friends and my home are just a train away. 

This place will burn. 
Because cast aways set fire to the beaches to learn. 

I’ve seen the west and the deserts where the oceans had been. 
Your heartbeat, so crass and unapologetic. 
Your hands, so dry and cold. 

But waking up to the trash and smokestacks 
doesn’t make me feel so sad about the river anymore. 
You know, the sun don’t rise just west of here. 

I can feel your january breath on my neck and it burns like summer. 
If nothing golden stays 
and we let it hang and fade 
like medals, at least we’ve placed. 

I don’t keep the voicemails so I can hear you call me ‘baby’. 
But it’s proof that you once bled redder than you’d like to remember. 
If the valves in our hearts are in binary code 
while some of them open, others stay closed. 
Some doors open when others stay closed. 
I’m pressing broken numbers into subway pay-phones until your back home. 
We’ve still got time. 

Some days strike you down 
I know some nights are spent alone. 
When you’ve been thrown more curves than bones 
and you’ve built more walls than homes. 

A broken heart can break your spine sometimes. 
Love & Pain are sometimes the same, alright?
---
Released July 16, 2013 

John Garrison - Drums 
Ryan Grillaert - Bass & Vocals 
Sam Porter - Guitar & Vocals 
John Shotwell - Guitar & Vocal 

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios in April of 2013. 

Cello performed by Alex Kruser.
Cover Artwork by Ian Tomas Miller. 

Vinyl Pressing produced by B. Mehrabi & Co-produced by Anya  Billeck under BERSERK RECORDS 
2013. 
Exclusively licensed for distribution by BERSERK RECORDS. 
All songs written and performed by THE HOWL. 

COPYRIGHT THE HOWL 2013 © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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