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JOYMAYKR

by The Grievance Club

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JV this record is relentless. banger after banger, catchy, anthemic, technical without being indulgent. an excellent, impassioned effort that demands a lot of love and repeat spins. get with it. Favorite track: GERM.
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1.
Joyhawk 03:51
Jack and coke in his cup, he adjusts to the common comforts we've grown out of since we were young And it felt all the same, where we last left off yeah we were both to blame for the days that we never played our parts the proper way Anyway, it doesn't matter because I'm just glad you came Made plans to get coffee when the sun left the gate But I couldn't keep them, and I'm still running late Finished and discarded your cigarette out on the porch And unassumingly walked through the door, clean through my bad days like they didn't exist anymore 185 uninspired, lifeless miles back home Running in slow, projecting dancing figures on the road I'll subdue the fury with four hours left until work in the morning Left an impression to only the bats that reside in the ceiling Finished and discarded your cigarette out on the porch We talked in circles and I sat on the floor and you threw yourself on my bad days... So fuck the street leeches who towed your car for the city's weekend ransom While they were stripping the streets under eyes of the police, you caved for the first drag you could get your hands on. I said I'd be up before you left, I slept late instead It could be nothing for two years or ten
2.
ICONARTIST 02:27
Idolism is a luxury When you’re controlled by your conditions You’re no friend of clarity But I’ve been so desensitized And I’ve grown so numb to what I find Portion your position carefully (Turns out there was never a remedy) Yeah I’d love to see your statue but stone cracks eventually. And even though I’d love to find Someone to believe in sometime It’s just part of my design Oh please don’t entertain me just carry on, carry on Keep composure, savor your applause Don’t entertain me just move along, move along Cynicism sings for the rest of us. Throw me to the flames, let’s throw a parade
3.
Marathon 03:26
If nothing really matters to you, throw me to the flames, let's throw a parade. Make time to make way. I'm alive, I'm in love with a cynical son. Use me as a tool, not as a fucking crutch. So let's savor the taste of our cynical state. It's so damn deserving. I'm alive, I'm aware of the cross to bear. Though nobody fucking cares. You never needed meaning to mean well. And you'll see that apathy is hard to sell. We're standing under the same sun. It's something that was never planned. Though we're not bleeding the same blood, some empathy is high in demand. So sing along with a tame-tongue. It's a standard that we set. Like a nod from a stranger, I'll embrace the insignificance. The less I know of the seeds I've sewn the better. But maybe apathy is a necessary pleasure. To be in a constant marathon, just making it up as we go along. I'll surrender to stasis in due time. Life's a joke so let's live like the punchline. Maybe constant commotion is the key to life. I promise it's easy if you try. If nothing really matters to you, then baby it's a matter of time. If nothing really matters to you, you'll never see the finish line. I'm alive, I'm a cynical son.
4.
Monarch 04:51
Seventeen alarms ago, I swiftly bypassed my clock radio and sunk back down into my hole haphazardly. I'm almost smart enough to outsmart me. In my head, ego dreams; The cars in front of me split evenly Playing tetris to accommodate me the protagonist all-encompassing, daydreaming across the red sea driving northbound on 43 But I drag concrete feet across the floor Sidestepping past the leather burning through yours watch the colors pool around my feet, and you're standing too close to me. Now my feet breathe while twisting in knots Constantly turning copper to rot One or two quiet months above doubt Fell for secure and the bottom fell out I traded comfort and flexibility, carbon for security A backstock smile and fluorescent blue bones, A flowerbed below for a handful of stones And all these new kids, they turn like the leaves. When they look at the monarch, what do they see? Seasoned and stock-still Yellowed from the light It stares back at me. A comfort trap disguised as stability Standing stark still on a trapeze Juggling concrete blocks tied to my feet and dragging them home with me I can be more than the sum of my yield I can be more than the product of my labor A backstock smile and blood orange bones A flowerbed below : A handful of stones
5.
Sealegs 03:35
What was life before the highway? Before I drove the wrong way home tonight For the second time Not on purpose, but because it felt right A force of habit or lapse in brain My muscles resigned to motion learned before they were trained ~~~ Did I set myself up? Seduced by the view Reduced to a life in command and commute Boxed my belongings but I left all my shit Now I make endless trips back for it So it only follows everything that makes me feel safe is only borrowed. But I'm better today I have what I sought And all this good fortune always lead to grim thought Jesus, it's almost instant I turn copper to rot Did I set myself up? Seduced by the view Reduced to a life in command and commute Overcommitted and under the gun, But I stare long at the monarch like I think it's the sun Turning twisting tangled knots, so why must copper turn to rot? But comfort can be such a thrill, the privilege of simply sitting still That's how I know it's a new year Just talking over the karaoke noise with the spirits of water and main
6.
TWOBELLS 01:46
Oh no, the adderall is finally taking its toll With empty head I piss and moan Keep in mind, I've survived lower lows A thousand times. There’s higher hills to climb. Oh no, the doctor's on vacation in Mexico Thought that my appointment was wednesday though He's not a source of rest, he's a kingpin with a desk Build me a bridge, build me a boat Build me a city and clarity will follow in time. In time, I’ll turn our damage to rhyme. For now, in time I’ll make my misfortune divine
7.
Juniper 04:37
Someplace between caution and joy, I'm trying to accept your love Or this feeling, this explorative gamble that exists at the mercy of our summer months This front of falling backwards to whim and mercy, though our bodies tense up on the way down Our muscles lock and brace when heart and brain fall two steps behind You said “It never comes that easy” But it’s not this complex thing that you create in your brain Like a fortunate tourist in this landscape you’re painting As if to ask me, “have you ever let yourself bend to whim and mercy?” My love is plenty and deficient all at once. When time and circumstance add up and it's not enough And feelings stubbornly refuse to subscribe to foolish misconceptions of blind faith in sight. Falling backwards Muscles tensing Words feel heavy And you look at me, as if to say: “Just leave your doubts out by the doorway It's not this complex thing like you create in your brain” A fortunate tourist in this space you've created It's only temporary until the moments pass and my arms feel the weight of this joy inhibited we can't shake. It's a point that exists between fleeting and fixed Undefined, ambiguous How do I let you let me in and block out the song of the cardinals in my mind projecting this scene of affection How do I detach and phase unaffected? Somewhere above reason and doubt, is a place where we can breathe, let ourselves be. Learn to exhale without fear of failing. You put your heart on your sleeve and it wears me too; but it's okay. It's only temporary when you hold your breath as if to say… A fortunate tourist in this space we've created It's only temporary until my arms feel the weight of this joy inhibited...
8.
Elliott 04:05
"Ask and you'll receive," When you all but state the need. What am i before the product of my lowest qualities? I said I'd be your sponge, now we're both torn up and soaked I thought that you could use me and I choked. You choked on your words on their way out of your mouth Your most concise conceptions couldn't stomach all the doubt. You're caught in the middle It felt uncomfortable to see real shame Deep-seated, Tangible So I look down. The stones weaken the whiskey in my glass. The minutes pass. When you look at me, what do you see except the sum of parts of my closest company? Passion is such a pretty plan to stare at thoughtfully Dreams of ambition; intangibly plenty. Deficient. "Right where I need to be" is nothing that's ever occurred to me. I suspect you feel the same. Spend your days reconstructing models of yourself: Improve romantically "You'll sort it all out," but who's the reassurance for? I want to be supportive and I don't think I know how anymore. You were centered in the entropy, I was contemplating legacies straight-edging boxes/screaming obscenities Dancing through the weeds in online echo assemblies And we both end up where they smile at our names Wax romantic at the bar, exist passively Talking through the day's defeats and whether there's a way to love and to fuck without inducing pain I thought that I could shoulder the doubt that left you soaked I thought that you could use me, and I choked I thought that I could help you, now we're both just more alone I thought that you could use me and I...
9.
Shiva 03:34
Being of sound mind, Lay me down slow Keep the casket closed Let my body just divide And let the air decide Where my segments should reside I’d like to know where my ashes go Where my pieces lie I’ll calmly comply Patiently wait to die a second time Please remind yourself, I’m not the dust that sits on your shelf I never was a saint, so I'll just pretend We all just need a place where we can break the fall. Promise me this isn’t where existence ends. There’s more in the air than the oxygen. Pleading that breathing isn’t just a waste of time. Pleading and pleading that the feeling finally subsides I’ll see all the places that I never could have reached with this bother of a body and these unfortunate feet. I’m at peace when I’m in pieces, and I’m a sucker for a secret that you’re never gonna know Is it true, that life is just a loan? When the floor caves in, you'll feel you're right at home Is it true, our brand of misery is the one to be
10.
Sweepstakes 03:22
It's only 2pm, and I just stare at the wall And I could save the day, rewrite my misery But that would break protocol To think that anyone would be doing anything other than turning in early, don't they know that deprecation is free of all the stipulations, The obligations, The perks of existing It's only 4pm And I still stare at the wall I could participate and congregate away, But I'll just ignore your calls To think that anyone would rather be wasting all their dopamine Let it flow Take it slow It's only 2pm I've already given in And I've surrendered my skin
11.
GERM 04:20
Sinking swiftly I’m the germ of a constant condition Shaking, twitching It’s become quite the tradition Never could nurture, composure never came easy Because the lines that you always lived by, they don’t mean shit to me. So you want to fill a void But there’s nothing left to say You wanna feel like there’s a voice, Well good luck finding space I’ll wait to tolerate the taste. Take another victory lap and pat yourself right on the back, it’s true: I found higher ground than you. I don’t give a shit about your solipsistic ego trips, it’s true I will never salute the mess I’ve made with the distance But I will surrender to whatever reminds me that I exist. The lone contrarian who bends and twists his wrist at the thought of slowly sinking in I promise you can do better than this. But you've gotta fill the void with something new and bright to say As if you ever had the choice to fill the empty space I’ll wait to tolerate the taste. Cross your arms, turn and scoff You've got no step to walk it off I’m just the germ of a constant condition

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released February 25, 2022

Produced & mixed by Steve Perrino
Mastered by Adam Cichocki at Timber Studios

JOYMAYKR was:

Kevin Cappy - vocals & bass
Harrison Mills - vocals & guitar
Steve Perrino - guitar

Griffin Taylor - drums (tracks 1-2, 4-5, 7-11)
Nick Barker - drums on track 3
Dan Roberts - drum arrangements (tracks 2-4, 7-11)

Artwork & design by Marc West

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