Spent last Saturday trying to keep a straight face
as I saw you in the back,
asked me "what's up" as I sat
and thought of all the things I have
against the shit you do.
I'll try to not hold that against you.
Sometimes we don't even like the ones of whom we love.
Sometimes I don't really like myself.
Spent last Monday thinking about the weekend
and all of the stupid shit that wore my conscious thin,
and people who I barely know drunkingly feeding my ego and then forgetting who I am.
I hope that I don't forget you when I'm busy being someone other than myself.
I hope I see you around. I hope that night that freaked me out doesn't make shit a little too weird.
Just a little too fucking weird.
I hope I see you in a better life.
Under the arc of a weather stain boards
Ancient goblins and warlords
Come out of the ground, not making a sound
The smell of death is all around
And the night when the cold wind blows
No one cares, nobody knows
I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again
I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again
Follow Victor to the sacred place
This ain't a dream, I can't escape
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones
Spirits moaning among the tombstones
And the night, when the moon is bright
Someone cries, something ain't right
I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again
I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again
The moon is full, the air is still
All of a sudden I feel a chill
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away
Skeletons dance, I curse this day
And the night when the wolves cry out
Listen close and you can hear me shout
I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again
I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don't want to live my life again
Oh no.
about
Yo! Long time no see!
A loooooot has happened between this lil thing and the first Modus Operandi EP, which is why a looooooot has NOT happened musically for awhile. Among those things, my computer completely bricked and I lost every bit of musical progress I've made for new releases. It was pretty discouraging to say the least, but now I have a much better computer (thanks for helping me build it Jake!) which is more encouraging.
Last week I was taking a walk and thought it would be fun to make a cover of Pet Sematary for Halloween. Then I thought it would be fun to include at least SOMETHING original, and thus the last week has been a stressful ride up to me staying up too late writing this. But I was right, it WAS fun.
I don't wanna ramble too much given that this is a pretty small (and frankly, rushed) release. But if you've read this far, thanks for checking this out. And thanks to everyone I know through music who has told me that I shouldn't quit music, even though there have been many points where that seemed like a very good idea. (including about an hour ago when one of these songs was GLITCHING, AHHHH!!!)
credits
released October 31, 2019
Sean Ruona- Stringin' and singin'. And keys.
Buddy- Beats
All songs recorded in my tiny one bedroom apartment.
I wrote the first song. The Ramones wrote the second song.
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017
Grab your copy here of their second album, in all its epic, atmospheric, indie glory - before it's available anywhere else. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2015