all alliteration aside

the crepehanger's crippling cacophony

01.enter........................................montgomery

02.the crepehanger..............................montgomery

03.it gets worse................................montgomery

04.deet do deet do do.....................shope/montgomery

05.intermission in the third dimension..........montgomery

06."i can't complain"...........................montgomery

07.intimate...............................montgomery/shope

08.killer dance party...........................montgomery

09.blizzard '08...........................montgomery/shope

10.brought to you by jeff rosenstock............montgomery

11.exit.........................................montgomery

guilty parties

corey montgomery......vocals/guitar/programming
nick shope..........................bass/vocals

additional vocals and trumpet on "jeff rosenstock"
provided by robby sager of atomic potato


art department


toy robot drawn by aaron johnson of seditious libel
fluffy things drawn by don hertzfeldt
layout finalized by corey montgomery


poetry


enter

former friends have made amends
and left the world behind
all of those who struck their pose
just watch the pain unwind
oh! what do we do with a mess like you?
so young and naive
but playing the part with such style, such grace
what an ugly situation for such a pretty face
woah-oh-oh-oh


the crepehanger


one of these things
it is not like the others
one of these things
it just doesn't belong

i wish you knew how much i cared
but all you want is my despair
no longer here out of my hair
i wish you knew how much i cared

you brought me here
now tell me what you want
my heart is in my throat
now come on rip it out
the past
has taken all my pride
its thorn stuck in my side
now come on rip it out

all that i need
is a little attention
all that i need
is a place in your heart


it gets worse


sew both my eyelids shut
they'll probably spring back open
i can't do this every night
but i'm gonna

and i can't say how much it hurts me
i can barely speak at all
and my head won't stop its racing
'til i slam it in the wall

i don't wanna talk about it
no one wants to talk about it
let go let go let go

strung out on frustration
frail body weak and limpin'
i can't win this fuckin' fight
but i'm in it

and if those punches leave me bleeding
knocked unconscious on the floor
i will wake up disappointed
tail between half of my four

i don't wanna talk about it
no one wants to talk about it
let go let go let go

it gets worse
and it hurts
and that's the end of me


deet do deet do do


i am needle, i am thread
but i can't mend my splitting head
so thoughts that i don't want to speak
flow from my mind quite endlessy

i am water turned to wine
but miracles won't help this time
fix up some wood to form a cross
pin me there 'til my eyes gloss

WOAH! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

i am rifle. i, handgun
i vomit sparks, the war is won
and all of those that disagree
shall pile up in front of me

i am coward, i am fake
my heart is black but yours to take
no exchanges, no returns
i took its course but didn't learn

WOAH! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

the line was drawn on muddy field
the soldiers left began to kneel
to gods that they had just conceived
aboard the ship on crimson sea

and in my mind their battle looms
past fairy tales, impending doom
as bullets fly through clouds of death
i saddle up and take deep breaths

123 GOOOOOO!

WOAH! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!


intermission in the third dimension


faded smile
shown to everyone you know
breathes new life
into this tattered boy
in dirt cheap clothes

(war is over)

awkward chatter with friends i'd flatter
conversation of things that matter
giving up and letting down
everyone that hangs around
awkward chatter with girls i'd flatter
conversation of things that matter
giving up and letting down
everyone that hangs around

(war is over)


"i can't complain"


and just like that i'm happier
couldn't complain even if i tried
no friends, no car, no fucking life
couldn't complain even if i tried

everyone, everyone's got someone
nobody, nobody's alone
everyone, everyone's got someone
i'm just sick of myself tonight


intimate


how does your head feel?
does it hurt?
what else is buried in the dirt?
that was kicked in my face
as i struggled to leave
not hard to get lost
when you can't even see

look how the lights shine
'til they burst
over and over
'til someone gets hurt
from shattered remains
lightbulbs vs. skin
with so much to lose
there's no reason to win

how does your heart feel?
does it burn?
attracted to anything
nothing's been learned
as you race through your days
never pausing for breath
enjoy what you have
when you've got nothing left

look how my eyes fix
quivering lips
that cover your tongue
forcing quivering quips
is this why you come here
but never quite stay?
is this what you need
when there's nothing to say?

my aching body limps and shakes
my bruises worn with style and grace

so scared, so young
i'll never make it on my own
so cheap, so used
i barely fall and i get bruised
 

killer dance party

pick up your guns

and load the ammunition

time has come to kill us all

(repeat several times)

blizzard 'o8


the snow left the midwest
to rain upon the east
and muffle attempts at chaotic release
and i sat in my bedroom
intrigued by the sound
of cars on the highway
ignoring this whole town

the yard filled with mud
my footsteps dragged it in
as i collapsed into my bed
wishing that this day would end
and i stared up at the stucco
'til the light began to fade
in this coffin of a room
even in dreams i don't get laid

tomorrow i'll wake up and go to work
and forget all about the night before
when i made all those stupid plans
that wouldn't ever work


brought to you by jeff rosenstock


i can't recall a time when i was lonelier
if i get out of ohio i won't be coming home ever again
and i don't think i've ever felt so out of place
if i get out of ohio i won't be coming home ever again

wake the fuck up!
time to give up now!

i miss the times, miss the times when life was easier
if i get out of ohio i won't be coming home ever again
i'm growing up too damn fast and now i'm losing ground
if i get out of ohio i won't be coming home ever again

wake the fuck up!
time to give up now!

while listening to bomb the music industry!
i realized i'm just an asshole like those assholes i despise
picked up a phone and called a friend named katherine
apologized for how i used to be
what an asshole has become of me

exit

one of these days
our memories will fade
leaving blanks on the faces
that used to hold names
we will never believe
we once were those kids
as senility grips us
rips us to shreds

when the nurse lacks the pills
to keep us in line
i suppose we will run off
eventually die
with no friends left to mourn us
no one left to sigh
young pricks will be busy
too busy to cry

2008 BR PROD