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Recorded and mixed by Sean McPherson at East Atlanta Recording
Mastered by Chris Griffin


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released January 15, 2016

"I am no Healer" based on an excerpt from Flannery O'Connor's "The River"

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Slang Atlanta, Georgia

Hayes Hoey
Grant Taylor
Ryan York
Sean Bryant

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Track Name: Bliss
"I Smell the Death of a King"

Act III: Closing Scene

I am a hungry hyena, patiently waiting for Death to subpoena these aristocratic lovelies. All just drooling at the sight of me. There's much to envy of a beast in his niche, poised and proud feasting on a narcissistic
BLISS
BLISS
BLISS
BLISS

What a wonderful scene! Spotlight falls on me. I give my speech about "Death and his Dealings: Scavengers Guide to a Genuine Feeling" It's an automatic assembly of an enigmatic smile ripping the seams of my lips, my golden brown teeth dripping with a narcissistic
BLISS
BLISS
BLISS
BLISS

Fools are those that think it out of their control. I am not a victim of an incestual road. I will walk through life holding Gods hand. He kisses my cheek as we sink in the sands of time pulls me under with its warming embrace. Wraps its fingers in my mouth and leaves me only the taste of oxygen bidding farewell to my lungs. My last words slipping from my slithering tongue. "I will be fine" he said, "because I'm drowning in a narcissistic bliss."
Track Name: Sleep Well, My Jolene
I see no way we could go on living this way. You've got your mind tangled up, your feelings are hurt because I never stopped walking when I stepped off the porch and there's a baby in the bedroom rocking to sleep as the world spins around beneath your feet. You've got a fever a fever a fever of 103.

Just like the illness living inside of my little boy, though it's impossible to see me, I will always be there. Sleep well my Jolene because I will be gone in the morning, but if you ever need me, I'll be the fly in your coffee. I can't find the words that I want to. I can't find the words, but I'm going to try.