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A selection of live recordings from 2008-2014.

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released February 4, 2014

Jeff Irvine-Guitar, Barbara Anndrea Arriaga-Cello, T.Schroeder-drums/vocals

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Track Name: (the) Medicine Theory - TIMMY
There was a little boy
He liked to play with dead things

First it was ants
Then he moved up to squirelles
Birds
But his favorite of all
Of all the dead things

Was his sister
_

this little boy grew to a man
not any kind of man you’d want for a neighbor
his lawn was dry and brown
newspapers piled up around his porch
and every Saturday, while you were pruning your trees
mowing your lawn
you’d look over
and see your home value dropping.

Whats he doing down there
Didn’t seem like he had a job
Friends or family
Or even a dog

Well, he had a dog
And called it sister

_

and then the cops came for him
and he was dead.
Track Name: (the) Medicine Theory - COVERED BRIDGE
She said,
‘give me the shovel’
then smacked him across the head

it cut him wide
just above the eye
and the crows started screaming

I think he’s bleeding
bleeding is dying
dying, he’s dead


she dug a hole
not very deep
for the ground was pitted with stones

the body barely covered
a hand hung out
all hopscotch in salutation

she said
give me the shovel
and the ghost of his memory obliged
and
layed
her
out
cold

she said
give me, the shovel
she said
give me, the shovel
Track Name: (the) Medicine Theory - THIS END
this end
is beautiful
all ruby red love
obsession

descend
this,
end

it all starts here
rebirth
a butterfly moth
a new beginning

never thought I'd get caught
I was too good
they were so pretty
sinful and delicious
I was born again

descend
this is where I begin

where do I begin
the way is no longer clear

I have taken your communion
Your
Circumcision
And I pull these lonely threads
Back to the beginning

And this end
Is where I begin.
Track Name: (the) Medicine Theory - TERRIBLE SLEEP
Terrible sleep
Weakend by the sound of
Your laughter
Gripped by the fear
Of your heavy hands
And
My eyes, closed, shut

I CAN’T HEAR YOU
YOUR HOT SWEET WHISKEY BREATH
I CAN’T SEE YOU
YOUR HOT SWEET WHISKEY SWEAT

Orphaned by sleep
My thoughts fail me
Murder in hate
Your stench kills me
And when I wake from this
It still lingers

I CAN’T HEAR YOU
YOUR HOT SWEET WHISKEY BREATH
I CAN’T SEE YOU
YOUR HOT SWEET WHISKEY SWEAT

And when I wake
It still lingers
Track Name: (the) Medicine Theory - FAIR WEATHER FRIENDS
We’re cut
From the same cloth
You and I

Its rotted and thin
From too much dye

Sliced into ribbons
And frayed at the ends

But I’m throwing you out like
Fair-weather friends.

I’m an outsider, chameleon
You can fake time
Empty heart
Stare right through, invisible inside

Make believe you’ll be honest
Make me belive
Everythings all right.

Please take these broken hands
I’m not able
To grope my way home
Please take these broken hands
And let them speak
Of all that is wrong

Make belive you’ll be honest
Make me believe
Everything’s all right
Track Name: (the) Medicine Theory - YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT
You might be right
Oh yeah, you might be
Right down on the inside
You might be
But I don’t think so

There’s a tumor
Black ink bleeding
Just inside
It negates, everything
You might be right
You might be

But I don’t think so

You try and engage be part of the team
“I got you back I got your back I got your back!”
and all that hi-five shit
makes every right, wrong
twisted and bent
just like your fucking logic

you might be right
you might be
but I don’t think so.
Track Name: (the) Medicine Theory - LOAM
I’m spinning stories, real Fucking tall tales
Something sorry, something true
Words fall useless from my craw
Like spit blood bone

Don’t you think I’m clever

Its all been done There’s not a twist untried
But you’ll listen this time
Not like the last time
Don’t you think I’m clever

Don’t you think I’m clever

There’s a message here
Buried deep, black
Dig and you might find it
Or, then again,maybe

I’m just clever

Here’s where it gets heavy
Slightly Existential
Possibly Shallow
Don’t you think I’m clever

Don’t you think I’m clever
Track Name: COMA/PURE
This is sick
This is love
Are you sure
oh, this is love
what makes you so fucking pure