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Bad at Friends EP

by Patch Kid

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1.
Hours lost in a late-morning dream Wrinkles in the sheets Gaps between the memories Our eyes, they scan the floor In the shallow end of something more Days will go by until we feel The need to change something, Fuck, anything else at all Our eyes, they scan the floor In the shallow end of something more A memory, a world for those who sleep A flight for a glance at what's underneath Incomplete and what I need's in short supply Something more, just out of reach When do you think you'll wake up When do you think you'll wake up When do you think you'll wake up When do you think you'll wake up Touch me, don't want to be touched a separate train car could not be far enough Incomplete and what I need's in short supply Something more to that look in your eye
2.
You brought Out a side of me That I didn't know existed But could've lived without And I thought You were too blind to see It was a matter of opinion We just never talked it out And we fought, just so we could see Who could get away with murder Or lock the other in a cage But I'm not At liberty to say Who ended up the victor Or just another life to save Yeah You brought Out a side of me That I didn't know existed But couldn't lived without And I thought You were too blind to see It was a matter of opinion We'll just never talk it out
3.
Claws and clipped wings I'm gonna make this old bird sing I'm gonna make this old bird sing Blood clots and bee stings Gonna get that honey from the queen Honey from the queen, honey from the queen, honey from the queen And what worries me the most Is you seem so in control Tell me how, does it feel to be unstoppable And if it makes you happy, then why Do you look as fucking miserable as me? Gauze on green skin I'm gonna mark this one down as a win You took it on the chin, took it on the chin, took it on the chin Dog shit on death's door Sure seems like someone's settling a score Sure seems like someone's settling a score And what worries me the most Is you seem so in control Tell me how, does it feel to be responsible And if it makes you happy, then why Do you look as fucking miserable as me?
4.
We can't stand to wait Gotta get up, make a move before it's too late The hours that we lost 'cause our attention span Was shorter than the arguments Always forgetting why we started them No comfort in keeping in touch The lies you tell yourself are not convincing anyone Still finding ways to fuck it up You can't lose what you never had I kept pressure on the wound And till you came to, I slept with one eye open We came back around too soon But when you got through You fought to keep that one line open No comfort in keeping in touch The lies you tell yourself are not convincing anyone Still finding ways to fuck it up You can't lose what you never had No comfort in keeping in touch The lies you tell yourself are not convincing anyone We were just strangers sharing drugs But we've moved onto harder stuff Still finding ways to fuck it up You can't lose what you never had Guess I'll see you never
5.
Ravenholme 04:17
Tread lightly, for this is hallowed ground A congregation of souls, selected and bound Call me brother, you call me son I'm a bystander pushed from the nether Hands on the trigger, and I know I've got bigger Problems to solve A man of few words, a man of unspeakable action A soldier of fortune, who's tortured by forces unknown Drunk off the vapors, choking on air You can feel the ground shaking, ain't going nowhere Past those who are stranded by landmass or terrible luck We got a live one, we've got soul Got the dark forces out there on patrol We got a story we're dying to tell And can't wrap it up Sound the alarm, stop moving the earth The subterraneans are rightly disturbed Thumbs on the nerve and a squeeze is all I need To set them off Hands on the trigger, and I know I've got bigger Problems to solve

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Patch Kid is the Indie/Math Rock brainchild of Brooklyn-based musician Sam Palumbo. Mostly written in the brutal winter of 2015, the songs on ‘Bad at Friends’ are a reflection of Palumbo’s transition from Philadelphia to NYC, and the malaise that can accompany adapting to a new place while trying to hang on to old relationships. The album was recorded and mixed at the Gallery Recording Studio by Jon Markson (Such Gold/Taking Meds), and features the frenetic, lyrical drumming of Matt Covey (Such Gold/Shai Halud).

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released February 17, 2017

Patch Kid - 'Bad at Friends'

Songs by Sam Palumbo
"Something More" Co-written by Sam Palumbo and Jon Markson
Produced and Engineered by Jon Markson and Sam Palumbo
Mixed by Jon Markson
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

All songs recorded and mixed at the Gallery Recording Studio in Brooklyn, New York.
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Mastered at Rare MP3's
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www.ryanschwabe.com

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Weirdo guitar riffs and bummer lyrics written in a windowless Brooklyn bedroom

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