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Human​-​Human

by Trough

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1.
Witch's Bath 02:21
With a breath of swamp and smoke, I'll kiss your mouth till you choke me down - my dead-fish tongue, and spite and hate. What do you want me to be? Maybe I'll just be what you say you fear - a cannibal, a murderess. I'm gonna love the way you look, warming in this sauna, a witch's bath. And I'm gonna love the way you cook - "A Damn Good Meal" as your epitaph. Do you like my dance? I dance in Salome's feet. This is death and the maiden reversed: My stricken face wan and pale with thirst. You philanthropist, you imperial weevil. What do you want me to be? Maybe I'll just be what you say you fear - oneiric vision, succubus. I'm gonna love the way you look, warming in this sauna, this witch's bath. And I'm gonna love the way you cook - "A Damn Good Meal" as your epitaph. Now I dance in your feet, And you are so much less graceful. I can tell you longed for death. You bull, you screw, you filth. I could smell it on your breath, You porcine, vulpine, creature. Oh! Where did you go? Oh! Where did you go? You walked down the wrong path, and into this witch's bath.
2.
Chode to Joy 02:20
My face is a wasteland, My eyes are swollen shut. My head's in a whirlwind and I know I can't stand up. I'm living on dead sex, I'm living on dead smiles. I'm laughing at dead jokes. There's no birds for miles. Old Sawbones Time. It's Old Sawbones Time. Not yet thirty summers And I've already had enough. You've cracked my mind's ribs, So now you can open me up. I'm caught in a foreign film with no action: A beautiful thing that never happened. Old Sawbones Time. It's Old Sawbones Time. There's no birds for miles. There's no birds for miles. Not a sound not a sound not a sound.
3.
Goiter Child 03:11
Across the sand, across the sand... I sighted you in the greasy water, a soggy bag of face with mollusk eyes, your weed-tongue gleaming. Yeah, I could smell you across the shore... You taught me to swim without sinking down, but now brother I've shown you how to drown. I've shown you how to be your sister's keeper. You threw me down, way down the stairs, and I'm not sure I ever stopped falling. Oh god, your eyes shine. They just shine, you stupid, violent men. Across the sand... You plead to me with dead eyes and minnow mouth, and I remember how I loved you. I saw what you did to your loving wife - to every woman in your life. I saw you sink everyone in the pull of your hate. You were brave, and kind and strong. Do you even know what the fuck went wrong? I couldn't stand the fucking thought of you abusing your only son And teaching him to be a monster who brutalizes everyone just like you.
4.
In youth is beauty: Your bones wake to the sun, Before the body's betrayal. But in youth is cruelty - A salamander writhing on a nail. But at least you had your fun? I know you And what we'd do While the sun was high in the sky. Pavillions and courtyards And statues of butchers. Monuments to the bastards That cast us little psychopathic shadows.
5.
Fetish Face 02:54
These are the dreams of an old man... the dreams of an old man. This jaw is dust; dust and chalk, falling off. They drain my memory from its catheter bag every night. This antiseptic hallway gleams with instruments like insects - metallic skin shining, eating my stomach lining. I've been dreaming of horses breathing wraiths of foul steam. And the man with his face in mesh saying what you pawn, you must redeem. Redeem what? What, I said? Redeem what? What do you want me to do, Now that it's gotten so cold? My shirt is thin, there's things on my skin, and I'm sucking in mold. What do you want me to do? I've pissed on every shore. The years have galloped far away, and I'm shut behind this door. Fuck this nurse with his fetish face, and his scalpel, and insect shield. The smell of settled rain over hills: the only wisdom I've had revealed. But these are the dreams of an old man... And this brain is lymph and sand. And when I'm ready to go, I'll take his cold, gloved hand. And when you're ready to go, Would you take my hand?
6.
Preserves 00:40
7.
They said this was the place to meet This dim, spidery countryside. Away from the screeching of the streets So open without a place to hide. I'm standing in a landscape of cow-shit Even the sky is caked with it. And walking by the dark, bovine river, "I won't be like them," I think, and shiver. They told me to join this artist colony in the hills When I'd never even painted the town. I'm a welder by trade, but they told me to "come on down." Seemed a little weird, man. Sinister. They said the grounds were so green And the nights so restful, pristine. I hadn't even had a dream in years And I felt my death in my belly And my life was in arrears. They played me a song so damned pretty I coulda just shit a violin. No more floating in this world of trash, Rendering plants and garbage bins. But in my nose they shove burning candles In my eyes they stick waxy thorns In my mouth they pour gasoline Nice fellas I coulda sworn. Nice fellas I coulda sworn.
8.
Outside the dogs are barking, Everything in the kitchen is rotten, and in the ceiling there's a hole. You work this shit job to maintain this trash life. Sometimes a nice thing happens, but mostly it doesn't. Even the flowers puke on the wall, and I can't sleep at all. All! I can't sleep at all. All! I can't sleep at all. From the ceiling landlords are falling Like grey spiders crawling, and in my head there's a hole. Landlords lay their eggs and bide their time. Call me an exterminator to fumigate my mind. When market value goes down you know the building burns down. Scraps of burnt brick and board Turn to gold for the landlord. Even the flowers puke on the wall, and I can't sleep at all. All! I can't sleep at all. All! I can't sleep at all. I either can't sleep at all, or in every dream I fall.
9.
Donezo Town 01:13
I'm living down in donezo town In a philistine mode of life. All the children here are very nice; Setting fire to logs of mice. Barbed wire and dredgers Vacant lots and orchards Meth labs, cop bars, In this gray aggie town. I dreamed I carried my father's heart To find a doctor who'd make it start So I walked around in donezo town But every office was filled with dust. And I always wondered What kind of a place was this? And now I know And now I know And now I know I was raised in donezo Trust me, it's not no funzo.
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11.
Hamster Jazz 02:38
You pull up the cold sheets with arthritic hands. Snouts splash in the trough, And old guts expand. The clouds are weltering black bags of oil dripping, and I'm curled up in bed and I feel my brain slipping. A pustulent face drones on While I soak in bathtub gin. Satanic hamster jazz plays On the coffin television. What does it mean? Wings beat in my temple. Who crucified these birds? Braiding flowers in my skull with alzheimer fingers. It's a blood sport, it's a prize fight: Take bets on the dog that lingers. Phosphorus tulip in my teeth, Depleted uranium bedpan. You shouldn't have buried me in the garden. Dreams pass by, yes, dreams pass by. Friends pass by, yes, friends pass by.
12.
In the rain-blackened valley: my grandfather's house, where, after the funeral I played on the dismal staircases. And I dreamed I'd saw him, wine-stained teeth and cold eyes, standing on the table, looking down at his coffin that lay there. And the adults had all gone out And left me in these dim halls. And then I saw you Talking to the man they said had cut you through. What was he to do, His life come unglued, When you'd taken him for everything? There was always nothing you wouldn't do. They always said you'd been a bad kid. And I was just a sad kid, but I knew you weren't really there, though your mouth snapped open like the hole that you buried our dog in a year ago. And in it I saw dead vines and dead things, like the vines of the wine you always sucked in. Later, no one believed me. "You always talked a lot of shit."
13.
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"Intense, disturbing and current. An experimental noise and punk music on the edges...Let's hope that Trough does not remain overlooked, and that this music can make its passionate melody sound on the beautiful grooves of a vinyl because this group deserves all your attention." - Perte & Fracas.

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released December 13, 2017

Andrew Lopez - guitars, piano, mandolin, kalimba
Daniel Harlan - drums, percussion
Evan Clayburn - bass guitar
Matt Sampaio-Hackney - vocals

Additional instrumentation by:
Rob Magill - horns on tracks 1,5,11

Recorded and engineered by Jacob Winik at Tiny Telephone in Oakland.
Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering Service.

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