Sad History Month

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    Sad History Month, January 2012.
    Recorded by Sean and Dan at The Sex Dungeon March 2013.
    Dan played snare on January and engineered everything.
    Art by Adric Giles : pencapchew.org

    Available in real life in Boston at Deep Thoughts, Weirdo, and Armageddon Records and in Chicago at Reckless in the Loop, Wicker Park and Permanent Records.
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released 01 September 2013

Recorded by Sean and Dan Angel at The Sex Dungeon March 2013.
Dan played snare on January and engineered everything.  Good job Sexy.
Mastered by James Ryskalchick. Good job you suave sonofabitch.
Chubby cowboy in the kitchen drawn by Adric Giles, pencapchew.org Gosh, you sure are great.
Chubby Cowboy Model: Jeff Rambone.
Released by Exploding In Sound, Ranch Records, Broken World Media LVNDAD, and My Dad.
www.explodinginsoundrecords.com
brokenworldmedia.tumblr.com
ranchjams.blogspot.com
mydad.bandcamp.com
fathistorymonth.blogspot.com
 Thanks to Dan and James and Adric and Dan and Dave and Sam and Derrick and Sam and Dave.

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Track Name: Sad History Month, January 2012
Sad History Month, January 2012
I'm a ghost and I'm haunting my own body and it really sucks just being stuck here.
I try to enjoy the things that made me happy, but you can't enjoy your breakfast when you haven't slept. I come from yesterday, my mom told me that I should get "reset".
I agree, but it's not that easy. She took me to the hospital today, and they served breakfast every meal. It's ok, but I still totally suck. "Doctor, can you help me? All my feelings are just cheesy as Fuck." He said, "There's no cure for being a big fat baby except for growing up, and if you can't do that then you're shit outta luck."

Tired of trying, I disengaged. I gave up on living in the light because constant night seemed less depressing than half hour days. "What's the point?" is a question I could never seem to answer, it just eats up my intentions like a cancer. In January 2012 I told the sun to go to hell and I calmly cooked up hashbrowns every sleepless dawn and then I slept til it was gone.