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Never Forgive, NEver FOrgetMan, you’ve got a cold dark heart, and it burns with a guilty smoke. You tell me ‘just give in’, and ‘you’ve got nothing to lose’, and I guess I would never know. But I was damned from the very start and bound by crooked plan, then I was left for dead with my head to the ground and my hands behind my back. / Oh, you want to watch me crash? You want to see me burn? Just enough to fall apart, and then, you want to see me crawl? You need to watch me beg and lose it all. / Is it easier to take a hit than it is to throw the stone. Better blood on your face; better blood on the ground; well i guess that i’ll never know... / Cause its best not to give a shit, and to speak in a timid tone. Keep my tongue to my teeth; keep my ear to the ground and a blind eye to everyone.

Filth and SqualorSomewhere there’s a choice being made, for the mass by the will of a broken few. Guided by the hand of the guilty. Praised as a cure for a curse. When really this is all catastrophic, and we’re tethered to the hull of a sinking ship, scratching for a breath at the surface, praying for the ropes to slip. / I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to speak we would be suffering. Sucking on the scraps of the wicked wealth, we were bound by need to vicious villainy. / Tear it down, start again, erasing every trace so stale scars can mend. Then we will sing,”The way things used to be”. / I always knew that the damned would inherit the earth. As soon as they learned to breed we would be suffering. Choking on the scraps of the wicked wealth. We we’re bound by need to vicious villainy.

TAKE MORE THAN YOU NEEDTorn away from the one thing I can rely on. Beaten down to the core. Just as long as there’s enough to go around. / Take more than you need. Take enough to hollow me out. / You give, and you give, and you give till there’s nothing left to give just a hole and the sin of the charitable. I’ve been around long enough to remember why I don’t give anymore. / Now wave goodbye and pray for piece of mind.

THIS BODY I’m struggling on strange extremities to run after a light that keeps on dimming, but these bones will only brittle and decay while the space between my body and my mind keeps caving in. / Oh my god. / This body’s not a temple, it’s a prison, and every wall inside here is on fire. / I’ve been stirred by something wretched, something weary, but the sentiment is starting to seduce. I can’t say that I mind my body burning, cause this body’s not a temple it’s a prison. / You’re body’s not a temple, it’s a prison.

Produced and Engineered by Casey Crescenzo/ Additional Engineering by Max Tousseau / Mixed by Mike Watts at Vudu Studios (Port Jefferson, NY) / Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Keys, Programming / Nick Crescenzo: Drums, Percussion / Cameron Thorne: Vocals

BLACK

I COULDN’T DO IT ALONEFeeling your body burn down into your bones, don’t let it show.Watching his body fall flat into the dirt, you know it had to hurt and he begins to stand. You’re shaking again. / Bruising your body right down into your soul,what a hole. Busting your lip and now the blood begins to run. You never had enough; he’s coming back alone. You’re shaking again. / Wait, stay, pick it up if you want me please. I couldn’t do it alone. (A dead dog should know, a dead man should know) Fake place, I knew you had it in you. Wait, stay just long enough that you know. / Busting your body right down into your soul. Don’t let

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it show. Splitting your lip and now the blood begins to run. You never had enough. He’s coming back alone. You’re shaking again.

A CURSE OF CYNICISM It’s a curse in a cycle of misbelief, and it keeps on happening.A tradition, a trail of deceit. I never stopped and questioned ,”Why is it so damned hard to find anyone who can get behind such a simple plot?” Keep your eye on the prize. / Think what you want. Believe what you think. Know what you believe ‘cause its all misconceived. I asked you for nothing. Nothing but ,”Why?”. “Because” isn’t answer, it’s just a reply. / It’s a cure. A disciple of belief and it keeps you here with me, and it keeps on happening. And I never meant to kill the prize like an unreliable fire. Anyone can get behind,”keep your eye on the prize.” / I am cynical. It’s a curse. / I am cynical. I’ve got nothing you want. Take everything. Don’t leave anything. Hollow me. Take the core. Leave nothing at all. I’m cynical. Nothing left.

DENY IT ALLThe hollow stick to arrogance that binds, but good faith and fortune rarely reward our cries. While we wait carefully and see. / Deny and borrowed tonight. Deny it all and it all will go away. Close your eyes and deny it all and it all will go away./ Nursing stale history and the apathy it brings. To fascinated by the most material things. While we wait carefully and see.Never took you long to pray, either way, I spend you like I know some better way. Force of habit. Now it takes a while to pray, in a way, you spit me out. You changed my name.

WE’VE GOT A SCORE TO SETTLE Calm down, you won’t gain any ground if youre shaking from head to toe. And if you’d wake up you’d be weary to lie ‘cause discerning eyes will know. Your words carry the weight of the world, and they’re waiting for that shoe to drop. So you sit down, you give in, and they get up, then they yelled. / Someone’s got blood on their hands. With a stone cold glare and a crooked grin. You know exactly what we’re saying when we say “Forget about truth and consequence we’ve got a way to deal with this.” / And if you’re good maybe they’ll be light on you. Long as you dance just like they want you to. Just shelter that look in your eyes and think about staying alive. Sit down, give in, when they get up and they yell.

Recorded at Favored Gentlemen (Chamblee, GA) / Produced by Andy Hull and Casey Crescenzo / Engineered by Robert McDowell / Additional Production by Robert McDowell, Chris Freeman, Jonathan Corley / Additional Engineering by Max Tousseau / Mixed by Mike Watts at Vudu Studios (Port Jefferson, NY) / Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Guitars, Bass / Nick Crescenzo: Drums, Percussion / Andy Hull: Vocals, Guitars / Chris Freeman: Vocals, Keys, Percussion / Jonathan Corley: Bass / Robert McDowell: Vocals, Guitar, Keys

Manchester Orchestra appears courtesy of Favorite Gentlemen/Columbia Records.

EchoSwaying back and forth, drunk, looking for more. / Pressing my tongue to my teeth, no sound. / Skin begin to crawl. Stomach start to fall. / Feeling my lungs quicken pace and blood begin to run. / Echo a name in the night. Bodies alone battle cry. Are we in love, or did we cross the line. Maybe we’re passing time one on one.

Stuck on a Wire, Out on a FenceI’m standing still staring at the sun fashioning ends of oblivion, but its just a common misconception. I’m screaming in but I’m silent out. My best to suss what I’m all about. Leaving breadcrumbs back to central station. / Stuck on a wire, and out on a fence. Putting it up to second chance. Suffering through the common sense. Losing it all to gain it back. / I’m coming in, but I’m leaving out everything you get on about. Speak in tongues seducing fabrication. I’m throwing curse like I’m throwing stones, and checking sins that I can’t atone.

A Sea of Solid EarthAlarming awe rushed through my bones compelling me to the unknown. I took a step, one step too far. I felt no ground beneath my feet. No familiar feeling was leading me, just hollow charm pushing me along. / A final breath with tongue in cheek crossed the sun with sullen speak. Make no mistake, it weighs on me. The choices made echo and ring. / The walls are humming with a soft suspicious song, suggesting that I’ve been mistaken all along, but the words become deformed while the notes fall and distort.

But There’s Wolves? Wide smiles baring teeth can’t fake what’s underneath cause I don’t want to waste any time. You’ve got crooked speak. Broke words from suffering but I don’t mean to make any lies. / I’m not waiting here. Ankles bound to cinders watch them burn. / You’ve got rare appeal with conscience atrophied ‘cause you don’t need to waste any time. I’m not the kind to wait, model to instigate but always end up towing the line. / In just a moment we can let it all decay, or we can step out into the sun. Don’t shutter, own it, or you’ll find out any moment that you’ve lost it all before its begun.

Recorded at Strangeways Recording (Providence RI) / Produced by Mike Poorman and Casey Crescenzo / Engineered by Mike Poorman / Mixed by Mike Watts at Vudu Studios / Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Guitar, Keys / Nick Crescenzo: Drums, Percussion / Judy Crescenzo: Vocals / Brendan Brown: Bass / Mike Poorman: Percussion

Orange

She’s Always SIngingYour voice arose to the top of the tones that rushed around, and I became addicted to that sound. / Every other lover in this city has got their song to sing, but none of them ring in my ear. / The clamor calmed, and when you cleared your throat and spoke gracefully, my body swayed with every word you speak.

The Dead Don’t StarveRaise the dead and hope the living learn to live with it. Cutting heads demanding reparations for your kin,while some will starve. / I understand that you never had enough. ‘Cause enough for someone is not enough for you. /Caving in a catering to thoughts are paper thin wont go unknown.

Yellow

A Sua VozI’m calling out your name, can you really hear me? Do these words still feel the same? The timbre of your voice is losing its clarity, is feigning transparency. / But I am struggling to keep my heart from failing, but every time I do I find my body caving and my mind just melts away. / I guess I shouldn’t blame you for being ambiguous. I know that its innocent, but you are keeping me from building something intimate. But I’ll give in if you want me to.

Misplaced Devotion Hey Girl, lets lose ourselves today. We can go anywhere we need to get away. Say the word and we’ll turn around and leave this place behind. / So come on, you’re never gonna need him, that’s why you’re in my room tonight. Go on, you know you need it, that’s why you’re in my room tonight. / I knew you’d be coming back to me. I never thought that you’d have the courage to ever leave. You are better off sticking right where you are.

Recorded at Home (Canyon Lake, CA) / Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Casey Crescenzo / Additional Engineering: Max Tousseau / Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Guitar, Piano, PercussionCameron Thorne: Vocals, Bass / Jaron Eldon: Vocals, Keys /Kyle Garcia: Vocals / Levi Audette: Drums

THE THINGS THAT HIDE AWAYWaking up I felt that hesitation, like I wasn’t meant to wake up at all. Letting out a soft cynical sigh,”...my god it’s just the answer to the question I can’t find”. Marching on it’s one foot than the other. Bet-ter than one foot, then none at all. Biting off way more than I can chew like I sometimes do. I never know just when and where to stop. / Why are we here? Why do we die? Maybe we’re just never meant to know why.

THE CANOPYI was spinning through the air when I thought my life was ending, but I was really on the ground and you were lying right there next to me. I looked right into your eyes and I found myself pretending that we we’re high above the canopy but tethered to the trunk of a tree. / Slow down, take time and see the forest for the leaves. I know that I should practice what I preach. / I was falling to the ground when I felt my body breaking, but I had fallen in your lap with my head tilted back so I can see the sun eclipsed by your hair that lef t a halo hanging. Waiting above so when you go you wont have to wait to get your wings.

CROW AND CACKLEThe crow and cackle of persistent innocence. Elated in argument. I’m empty and wondering if you’re only saying what I wanted you to say. / ‘Cause you’re only saying what I wanted you to say. / So I’ll just wait until our time slips through the cracks, falls to the ground shattering. I’ll just keep waiting for something to improve. Something to move ahead. / ‘Cause I’m only saying what you wanted me to say. / The slow and steady sound of silence hunts us down. I’m empty and wondering what you sent me, what you’re offering.

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THE INHERITENCEMouths to feed wont sleep till he arrives, so he brings his work home. Late nights waste away plotting a plan. Tracing the steps he needs to take till he says, / “My job is done. You’re old enough, it’s time to leave this home and go on your own. I know it’s hard, but it’s not my problem anymore. Not anymore” / Eyes closed children rest unaware, so he keeps their lights dim. Angels hold their tongues up above with a scowl shaking their fists when he says... / “We had our run, now you’re old enough to go run down your track, so don’t look back. I know it’s hard but it’s not my problem anymore. Not anymore.”

Recorded at Strangeways Recording (Providence RI) / Produced by Mike Poorman and Casey Crescenzo / Engineered and mixed by Mike Poorman / Additional Engineering by Max Tousseau / Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Guitar, Piano, Percussion / Nick Crescenzo: Drums, Percussion / Chris Capaldi: Banjo / Chris Rosenquest: Vocals, Harmonica / Jessy Ribordy: Mandolin / Joe Ballero: Pedal Steel / Mike Poorman: Drums, Percussion /Morgan Santos: Cello / Rachel Jorgensen: Vocals

GREEN CONT.

Tripping in TripletsThere must be something that keeps me awake or some kind of pill I can take to break these bad habits. I would lie if I said that this didn’t get tough. Two left feet on the floor in a waltz in an odd tempo. / Am I stuck at the ankle or caught at the knee? A curious puzzle still cursing me, to follow or lead. / You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt. I can’t tell just which option is worse; dying pure or aware. So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats too far off for my ears to reach just a hint of timing. / ...And I don’t know where I’m goin’ cause I cant see the road (it’s winding). Just as long as I keep breathing I got this uncomfortable feeling; heavy feet, shaky hands, troubled heart.

TrapdoorEvery now and then I get down but this cup of gin picks me right back up. / Lately I’ve been drowning in this chair, time again; I’m never here. / Lost in my head, hand to my heart, I swear that I’ll try, don’t go. / Lately I’ve been losing sleep, heavy eyes and weary. Every now and then I find myself stuck in a way I can’t get out of. / You say that you’ve heard it before that the pitch the tone are unsure. But the weight of your words is too much, and the look in your eyes, oh it cuts. Darling please dont abandon me, please just take a breath and seethat not everything is lost and the profit will outweigh the cost if the only thing you want is love.

What You SaidStarved eyes looking for something soft. Don’t go astray. You were in love before tonight. What made you change your mind, was it what she said? Was it what you said? / Don’t spend your time worried about whats right...turn around, walk away and close your eyes. Imagine what you would say if she treated you that way. It wouldnt feel good...but this feels better. / Flush skin, glowing from treachery plotting an exit. It never ends as good as it begins. And what of her? What will she think? Does she even need to know? / Don’t spend your time worried about whats right...turn around, walk away and close your eyes. Imagine what you would say if she treated you that way. It wouldnt feel good enough to risk it all; to spoil your love...but this feels better.

The Collapse of the Great Tide CliffsI thought that I was framed front and center,but I’m distant and your depth of field is shallow. / Low light turn to night and all can be ignored. Blind eyes, preoccupied with the surface more than the core. / Though my lens is cracked, right down the center I saw you, and through shattered light, your beauty remained flawless.

BLUE

Recorded at Home (Canyon Lake, CA) / Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Casey Crescenzo / Additional Engineering: Max Tousseau / Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Guitar, Keys / Cameron Thorne: Vocals, Ukulele, Percussion / Jaron Eldon: Music boxes, Drums / Kyle Garcia: Bass, Percussion / Levi Audette: Drums

WHAT TIME TAUGHT USLove you crawl. It’s all coming back now, but the thing of it is that it never really was. Intuition never suited so I kept it outside. / Be alive, ‘cause nothing lasts for good, or like you thought it would. Noth-ing’s as it seems, or what you thought it’d be.

MANDALAI lost my place in the world; It lef t me behind. Now my soul isunbound and my mind is free to roam around and around. / Thoughts drip down to words on a page scrawled in a foreign tongue. Circles tending towards the center lead you back to none. You can cry, you can beg, you can plead, you can pray... / You may doubt it, apathetic, but you never had control. You saw what you wanted, but the rest was terrible. Pull back the curtain and reveal the guilty, so the veil can be lif ted. The well will overflow. / You’ve been here before. You’ve seen it all, but you’re conscience won’t recall. And your eyes are barely wide enough to recognize what your heart keeps giving up. / And someday it might win if your mind’s giving in. Just try to lose yourself; do your best ‘til then.

PROGRESSYour heart is open but your eyes stay closed enough to keep actuality away. In such impassive motion you cast a careless hand to the air. “Give me something to hope for” / The only thing that brings me back is love. / Your mind is open but your mouth stays closed enough to keep painful words from falling out. With every ounce of passion I speak ‘til my lungs both billow out. “I’ll give you something to hope for”.

THERMA

Recorded at Home (Canyon Lake, CA) / Produced Engineered and Mixed by Casey Crescenzo / Additional Engineering by Max Tousseau / Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Programming, Keys / Nick Crescenzo: Drums

INDIGO

MR. MALUMMr. Malum’s got a secret he keeps when giving speeches. Just a whispering precision that cuts through hesitation with a sharp and able wit to keep the dogs at bay. / When the truth arrives you wont believe your eyes. He’s triumphs pessimist, but he’s no less content / With the world in the grip of his hands he’ll crush the air out of it’s lungs. Say,”We don’t want him to have it all...” but now it’s just too late to ask because his hold has turned so tight. / His puppets to the left, and his pawns to line the right, but every eye is front and center. A cool intoxication from the sap that trickles down his branches to their mouths. / When the truth arrives you wont believe your eyes. A vicious champion, but he’s no less content. / His hold has turned so tight, the air we’re barely breathing’s not enough. In this final gasp that rattles us to bed the last thing we will see is Mr. Malum tighten his tie when he slips in his suit. A link to the cuff and the shine of his shoes. When the truth arrived you didn’t trust your eyes. / You had your chance, but you turned away again. You turned your eyes away again.

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LILLIANShe was stuck in pictures, while he passed time in film. Oh, silly fame, why do you play frame by frame, day by day. With reels changing over and dropping to the side. Oh, solemn soul see where you are and look to the sides at what you discard. / Press your lips to mine, breathe in deep and lie. When the cameras roll hide away your soul. Flash your eyes, forge a smile, entertain, but don’t get stuck in something you hate. / Bring me the eyes of the earth. Cut off the tongue of the world. Keep the ends close in sight to the means that imply you’re not living the life that you’re worth. / Flashing your eyes to sell. Lying to yourself. Dodging truth from the start. Hide away your heart. Turn around, forge a smile, entertain but don’t get stuck in something painful. Something worse than nothing. / We could have been smart with the plot from the start. Mistakes from the spark. We knew it wasn’t love.

TOO LATEPages burn on a porcelain plate. The smoke fills the air as if all along it was our fate that brought you and I near. Green shag carpets damp from last nights beer. You signed your glass with a kiss. The scent of lipstick everywhere. Now it rests on a water stained chair. And the last remaining pieces of you... /Dirty on the ground, and nothing left to be found between us. Struggling to relive those moments lost. / You lost a bet when you met me dear, but I thought I’d won the lottery. The smell of smoke still in the air. Last night proved how wrong I’d be. / Lost and dead on the ground with nothing left to be found between us. Breathing in one last breath as I inhale the scent of you. / Stale cigarettes and red wine residue. A haunting suggestion of you on the tip of my tongue.

LOOK AWAY The need to quantitate has put center stage: regret, remorse, regard. Crazed and calm with a sinners psalm, memories lose their art. So I circle thoughts with centered eyes that stare without ever seeing, but it’s getting dim and just before any reasons can be revealed, I fall. /...And I don’t want to get up. Just leave me down here, down where the truth wont go. No, I don’t want to give up. Just dust me off, and I swear you’d never know. Oh no! Look away. Shade your eyes. Don’t. Stop. / ...Then, there’s the simple fact that I was born this way in such a taut assimilation of mistakes. Don’t you misjudge what I’m capable of if I’m heir to a broken will... I’ll fall. / Leave the pain behind, casting fear to the side for just a moment so things can align. And if I fall, sometimes that’s just fine. As long as I get up, then things are alright. Oh no! Don’t look away. Don’t shade your eyes. Don’t stop.

Recorded at Vudu Studios (Port Jefferson, NY) / Produced by Mike Watts and Casey Crescenzo / Mixed by Mike Watts at Vudu Studios / Engineered by Mike Watts, Steve Haigler, Scott Justynowicz / Additional Production By Steve Haigler / Additional Engineering by Casey Crescenzo, Max Tousseau /Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Piano, Keys / Nick Crescenzo: Drums, Percussion / Judy Crescenzo: Vocals / Andrew Mericle: Trumpet / Pasquale Lannelli: Saxophones

VIOLET CONT. HOMEWith the good chance that we crash, let’s say our grace. And in your final breath believe you’re not alone. / Help will come. You can come back home. Help is on the way. You can come back home, so come back home. / Now, as your eyes begin to fade, your mind will wander. This life is just a game we play that we can never win, but don’t give up. Now in the end it’s coming clear, you’re not alone. ‘Cause everyone you ever loved is waiting here for you, so don’t give up.

FALL AND FLEEWe all become memories after having gone. Dancing in the light flickering behind their eyes. / I’m hoping it’s showing my heart never stopped growing. I’ll take comfort in knowing... / ... this melody has never been sung with these words. / We come and then we go. Goodbye. Our hopes will tend to fall and flee awry. / Trying to make the most even after we all know we’re giving up the ghost. A final glow before we burn.Goodbye.

NO GODNo God could teach me what my father did. No promise of heaven kept me warm when my mother tucked me in. No hope for salvation kept me from sin, just a strong intuition not to do what all the bad ones did. /...and what comes next is a mystery to me. I guess I’ll to wait and see ‘cause everything I ever knew could just fall apart. / I only know what I’ve been told, and I was told what others know, and other’s know what they’ve been told, and they we’re told what others know, and others know what they were told, and they were told what others know. / No way to tell what’s wrong or right. No fear of dying keeps me alive. / ...and all we know is what we’re told, and we we’re told what others know, and all they know is what they’re told, and they were told what others know.

LOST BUT NOT ALL GONE Somewhere I was lost. Off but not all gone. Gave me nothing of God. Come here mister, take in no love, even if it canvases so. When the blind eye never liked what the wide eye never sees.Here I lie the same I fell at first. Give me anything but apathy or love and curse. Waiting for my soul to wake and come alive again. / Can I not torment this with a canon of assisted duress.Waiting for my soul to stir and wake, rejoice, and come and alive again

Recorded at Vudu Studios (Port Jefferson, NY) / Produced by Mike Watts and Casey Crescenzo / Mixed by Mike Watts at Vudu Studios / Engineered by Mike Watts, Steve Haigler, Scott Justynowicz / Additional Production By Steve Haigler / Additional Engineering by Casey Crescenzo, Max Tousseau / Casey Crescenzo: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Piano, Keys / Nick Crescenzo: Drum Percussion / Judy Crescenzo: Vocals / Mike Watts: Vocals

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THe dear hunter would like to thank:

Phil, Judy, and Azia Crescenzo, Sean, Max, the Tous-seau family, the Franco family, Cassie, the DelliCarpini family, the Mendoza family, Leah, the Caraccia Fam-ily, Mike Marquis, Andrew Cook, Mike Poorman, Mike Watts, Steve Haigler, Scott Justynowicz, Fred Feldman, Amanda Cagan, Cameron Thorne, Jaron Eldon, Kyle Gar-cia, Levi Audette, Brendan Brown, Andy Hull, Chris Free-man, Jonathan Corley, Robert McDowell, Tanner Merritt, Daniel Walters, Favorite Gentlemen, Jessy Ribordy, Josh Shroy, Jeremy Miller, Nick Sollectio, Samantha Kling-man, Connor Doyle, Rob Parr, Brian Southall, Alex Bars, Nate Patterson, Reid Ferris, Erick Serna, Josh Rheault, Chris Rosenquest, Chris Capaldi, Morgan Santos, Rachel Jorgensen, Pasquale Lannelli, Andrew Mericle, John and Andrea Hackanson.

The River Empires, Falling Up, Naive Thieves, Manches-ter Orchestra, Circa Survive, O’Brother, Arch Type Set, Thrice, Coheed and Cambria, Brand New, Main St. Music, Ernie Ball Strings, Mapex Drums, Meinel Cymbals, Pro Mark Drumsticks.

For all management and booking inquiries, please contact:

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