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merit EP

by joy scouts

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1.
i'm not as condescending as i seem i take everything everyone says seriously but i furrow my brow too frequently, and the creases speak for themselves i appreciate your help i'm not as overtired as i seem i get seventy seven hours of sleep every week i know looks can be deceiving i avoid them when i can cast my gaze upon the ground but someday, i'll hold my head high after a needle between my eyes puts an end to all these frown lines carve a scar in the cheek of the girl who lived meekly cursed with blemishes from birth depreciating her self worth self-hatred's not an imperfection any old toxin can erase why bother suffering for fashion when you can lose feeling in your face?
2.
Pirouette 03:16
they will not lower the bar. instead, it's bolted to the wall. twisted limbs unfold until they snap. hair pulled back and posture straight (as it can get) I shift my weight from leg to leg. I cannot lean, the bar will break. grace can squeeze in nylon tights, poise will fill expensive seats. I'm just a silhouette to a pirouetting beast. I can twist and turn while I'm asleep, but I'll always fumble on my feet. stifled laughs beneath piano keys. and although I practice every night, the positions never feel quite right and my shoes are tight and my legs are sore and the costumes never fit. right or left I'll never know where my stumbling feet should go. still, I'll break my bones and I'll lose my breath doing everything that I detest for you. grace can squeeze in nylon tights, poise will fill expensive seats. I'm just a silhouette to a pirouetting beast. grace can squeeze in nylon tights, poise will fill expensive seats. I'm just a cutaway from a plié-ing, I'm just a background to a battement-ing, I'm just a silhouette to a pirouetting beast.
3.
Tigress 03:29
oh how suitable, you pounced upon him like a mouse! within a season, you will turn the poor boy inside out. and when your appetite decides that he is quite unfit, you'll claw his soul out 'til he has to see a therapist. oh how suitable, your eyes glow green and so do his! they squint and bat and widen every time you reminisce. he's buried himself in the coffin of your old duvet, and you're still crouching in the dark in search of fresher prey. "all i want is to die young, it's not a distant goal to reach" tigress, tigress, starving slightness carried him off with your teeth. land on your feet! it drops a few degrees and hearts begin to wander. i could swear you saw a ghost when you first laid your eyes upon her. and although previous experience should've taught you to be better, your wits still melt down your spine each time that you reread her letters. still her bootleg polaroids are hidden underneath your bed. you haven't given yourself time to get her face out of your head. instead, you pour another drink or tear some other girl apart; you think you're being so mature but it's so juvenile at heart. and she said, "all i want is to die young, it's not a distant goal to reach" tigress, tigress, starving slightness carried him off with your teeth. land on your feet!
4.
you know i pretend to understand more than i need to i want to be your friend, but then i'd have to meet you again i couldn't admit i'm beneath you but god, i want to be there now i feel so bad for being so cruel and deceptive and why bother having love if it's misrepresented resentment is more damaging than 3000 miles i know that now that i've got my two years pass, nothing changes same old songs, just rearrangements same old folks, just different faces i know that now that i've got my two ears dulled to progression same old lies with a different lesson same young girl with a new depression i know that now, i know that sounds a little weird, a little strange on dated arrangements that are way out of my range, but required for engagement cuz everyone loves a soprano at sixteen but pristine prestige shatters once it hits pavement and your voice begins to lower, and your heart begins to sink you stop going for the music and start going for the drinks until the bars are muted by the bar you never thought to think was brought to you by those damn two more years pass, nothing changes same old songs, just rearrangements same old folks, just different faces i know that now that i've got my two ears dulled to progression same old lies with a different lesson same young girl with a new depression i know that now, i know that sounds a little weird a little strange (x100000) i know that know that i've got my two years pass, nothing changes same old songs, just rearrangements same old folks, just different faces i know that now that i've got my two ears dulled to progression same old lies with a different lesson same young girl with a refreshed interest, and when it dies, i'll go out with it
5.
Bus Song 02:14
wine from the dépanneur is twice as sweet as it was before i stumbled through my arts degree. i don't wanna waste my wit always searching for a place to sit, living life in lethargy. i don't wanna waste my trust, so I will not sit on the bus. I've never given up my seat, but... I guess I forgot the lessons my friends taught me fables my pals made me labels I missed out on things I think I heard wrong nineteen year-old baby darling, don't get me wrong, but i can't strum another song on a poorly strung guitar. 'til i land a better deal, i'll wedge my legs above the wheel and pray we don't hit a bump. i'm sorry friends, but it had to be done. why bother breaking rules if you're no longer having fun? so, hide your car keys high on the shelf. i'm set to show this town that i'm better than someone else. I guess I forgot the lessons my friends taught me fables my pals made me labels I missed out on things I think I heard wrong nineteen year-old babies take the bus.

credits

released February 6, 2017

everything written&performed&produced by joy scouts

recorded 2014-2016 in a dorm room, my mom's van, my old office, and a friend's apartment

mastered by mikhail krevetkov

taste tested by will, allen, kasun, patrick, emmett, marie

thanks john

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