Such Strange Speech

by The Grievance Club

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Recorded from Nov. 2013-July 2014
All music written by The Grievance Club, all lyrics by H. Mills

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released August 19, 2014

Produced, mixed and mastered by Steve Perrino
Artwork layout and design by Chris Ventura
Additional bass performed graciously by Kevin Cappy
Additional vocals by Aunna Torres, Lucas Bowers, Kevin Cappy, and Steve Perrino.
Thanks to NE Ohio promoters Nathan Staab and Alex Tucker, and to all our families and other special people who helped make this happen.
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Track Name: Fidgeter
Hiding static
Under macro-level motion
Restless fingers compensate for lack of motivation
Maintain a steady rate of sly deceleration

Inertia never told me where to go,
So I found a happy medium 'less I let myself know.
Tap, tap, tap to the beat of stasis in denial
And these indentations had me fooled all the while.

Constant whirling,
And still.
And I'm scoping out any trace of will.

But I can't seem to push my surroundings behind my view,
So I sit like a log waiting for somebody else to.
Driving myself crazy in the absence of drive
Passive thought won't move me.
Stagnant but eroding.

Inertia never told me where to go,
So I found a happy medium 'less I let myself know.
Tap, tap, tap to the beat of stasis in denial
And these indentations had me fooled...

These little tiny movements are simply irony
Just many shaking pixels painting paradox on giant static screen

(Proven paralytic, collecting dust on dreams
The most piercing pointed needle is no match for threadless seams.)
Track Name: Dig (ft. Lucas Bowers)
Get back, get back, I'll take my chances with martyrs
rather than meddle with the likes of you.
You sell non-fiction but it couldn't be farther
The truth eludes the mind it can't travel through.

Your hole's been dug, now lie in it
I'll bet the world looks much different up here.
While you're blissfully stuck in the dark,
Spade kept tight and near

Throwing dirt at those above

No path, no empathy to claim behind your words
Just know it's not unexpected of you.
Your mind deludes itself, you're one of the "smarter men"
Clear eyes elude the mind they can see through.

Your hole's been dug, now lie in it
I'll bet the world looks much different up here
But you're blissfully stuck in the dark,
Spade kept tight and near.

You're stuck between two legs that shut you out from the world
One is self-assurance; and the other, ignorant bliss.
And you'll stay happily stricken dumb enclosed in that dark canal you've made your home,
Until you fall out feet first onto the blinding floor
(Grab for a forgiving hand and miss).
Track Name: Paper Bullet Theory
Consider it a resolution
Ill-timed and poor execution,
But I will still do my best to be a better person.
'Cause words are weightless, but hold the worth of networks damaged.
Words with two faces make being decent hard to manage.

Talking to friends behind the backs of other ones,
Just make sure you're taking turns each time you point the gun.

But I'm thinking bad habits should break,
Can't wear our crooked faces and then put on that they're straight.
We're all guilty in the game that we play, just don't expect them to look you in the face the same...

Oh, but we keep it up. And it's so easy when routine sets in without a second thought.
Save your complaints and submit them to the grievance club
Circle jerk it to the rhythm of a broken drum.

So make another revolution everyone,
A chain of none-the-wiser friends shitting on the last one.

Why would it ever change?

So keep on beating your dead horses everyone
When all you see are empty seats, you'll see that no one's won.

It's how the system's run.

But I'm thinking bad habits should break.
Can't wear our crooked faces and then put on that they're straight.
We're all guilty in the game that we play, but I'll do my best to refrain.

Just don't expect them to look you in the face the same way.
Track Name: Clara Lucem
And you will find once your eyes have adjusted to the light,
what once was lit golden will burn out bright.
Track Name: 13/8
Home grown, warm tones
Inside, light shone
Dust rose, blinds close
Inside, peace grows.

Once homes, stripped barren of the root foundation
All the tenants have since been erased to make room for new keepers who will sate your vacant space.
It can't exist in time and place with you.

Renew.

Replay lost frames
Keeps my mind safe.

Once homes, burned barren; only vacant spaces.
All the tenants have since been erased to make room for new keepers who will sate your missing face.
It can't exist in time and place with you.

Still I picture walls and fixtures
Track Name: A Life Chromatic
We craft the glasses we wear, our reality in the lens
A nearsighted vision based on our own perception
The air tells the truth.
Our glasses thicken and bend the normal away.

We cast our own roles
The hero or the villain.
For whose sake do we perpetuate?
This life is not a stage.

We craft the glasses we wear
All deluded, all in vain.

But the light could never make it past that which refracts, and we can know not a thing to be true
And not a pair of eyes can be seen through.

We cast our own roles
The hero or the villain.
For whose sake do we perpetuate?
This life is not a stage.

But we couldn't see the actors even if it was,
So we craft the lens ourselves.
Eyes closed tight, refracting all light
Lead blinded by our design.
No we couldn't see the actors, not with open eyes
So we cast the roles ourselves
Open wide, spectrum shut
And lines come easy like the dark.
Track Name: In Denial of the Rising Sun
It strikes me as funny, the inevitability of what you said would never be
Knowing you were trying so intently to convince yourself more than me

But it's shining through the window.

So I'll do my best to adjust to the light
I'd rather avoid your spite at the cost of my comfort
But I'll be gaining more than I spend from the ties I keep close instead of having to mend.

It struck me dumb how swiftly the current shifts
Nothing golden ever stays lit.
And now you spend the bulk of your days contradicting yourself to anyone who has the misfortune of being bored enough to listen.

But it's shining through the window.

So I'll do my best to adjust to the light
I'd rather avoid a fight at the cost of my comfort
But I'll be gaining more than I spend, when I keep close the ties I save myself from having to mend.

The light is changing my view

And no more will I let you or this constant strife devoid of light have bearing on my mood.

The light is changing my view.

It's shining through.