Nausea

by San Marina

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1.
03:26
2.
07:09
3.
04:22

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released October 21, 2013

Ryan Brownrigg: Guitars, Vocals
Andrew Peach: Bass Guitar
Marta Cikojevic: Keys, Vocals
Burke Cameron: Drums
RECORDED AS CHURCH

Engineered and Mixed by: Church
Mastered by: Andrew Cowan at Lacquer Channel Mastering Studios

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Laura-Lynn Petrick

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Track Name: Anomie
Every word I say,
Pulled out of a hat
Oh no, I'm not a statue of a girl with a capsule-
Made out of concrete and always so sure
Purely bred ambiguity I am,
Without a cure

I'd rather fucking starve,
Than eat a pair of stones
And if I have a legacy its name is confusion,
Call it confusion,
My seed is confusion,
Give birth to confusion,
Forget it's confusion
And walk around in a valley,
With nauseating flowers and flu ridden stares
Semi-inbred ambiguity I am,
Without a cause

Believe me
Track Name: One by One
There's something calming about sinking in a hole of super glue
Or even walking through a constant, useless flux of hurried cells
I am worn, I am worn - and peeling,
A mistake in the day - poisoned

I want to cross through to a new room, hallowed out; no company
Or finish crosswords only to wonder what it is that makes a sound
I am worn, I am worn - and peeling,
A mistake in the day - poisoned

One by one the coffins tumble,
A hundred more to block the door
A stranger sleeps,
I feed him coffee
His eyes are red but mine are still
"Will the call of hungered people kill the slaves and walk us to grace?"
"I am worn, a lonesome steeple - one by one, the colours blend"
One by one
Track Name: Decadence
Fire and water:
Will I make it through the winter?
The sun is eating all the kids, like a mouth full of fig
And I am a fever, hallucinating in the corner,
Balance the drug with the choir,
Beat the shit out of Charles

Combat and contest,
Spilling out into the summer
The freedom's frightening and cold,
Leaves you stone in the snow
The people are feeble, swallowed up by counterfeit colours,
And fast food lovers,
And pregnant mothers

The devotion stays through bile and Hitler,
The devotion stays through vomit and litter
The devotion stays through bile and Hitler,
The devotion stays through vomit and litter