Summer Gangs

by Well Wisher

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Recorded by Karl Sveinsson at Islington Mill, Salford.
Mastered by Dave Jackson.
‘Breathe In’ was originally written and performed by Braid.
Front cover and tape drawings by Carly Davies.

UK/EURO TAPE - Youth Camp Records March 2012
US/CANADA TAPE - Drink Deep Records March 2012

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released 17 March 2012

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Track Name: Are You Crazy To Come To The Crazy Beach Party?
Lent my body to the bugs today. Let the flies fuck with my arm, catch the wind and float away. I feel like i own the breeze today. Direct the birds and lead the bees, get the whole world on its knees today.

I don't want to go to your shit beach party, ‘cause city centres don't have oceans. I don't want to go to your shit beach party, ’cause you don't have sand. Building castles out of broken bottles. I don't want to go to your shit beach party, plastic palm trees just don't move me. I don't want to go to your shit beach party, Hawaiian shirt.

We're done for if that's how you run the show. You want to but you know you won't like it, so deny it and force yourself to try, but you hate it and know you can't face it. The answer was there all the time. We’re done for if that’s how you run the show.
Track Name: Fast Past
Come down, you're scraping the sky. We're playing out our dull days on collapsing bed frames. My only worries are tired arms, the ticking clock, and that look your mother gave us. There is one thing that concerns me: You wear your heart on your sleeve, it's bound to get dirty. I want blood and i want gore, heavy breath and your head through the wall. Broken back and a broken heart to tell the wet kids all about.

You say you love me, I say so what. Keep trying to turn me into something that I'm not. You say you love me, I say so what, but I guess I love you.
Track Name: Naughty Friday
No guarantees, no sure things. I think we need a naughty Friday. Break out the back door before I pick myself to pieces and leave a skin pile where my body’s been. When i'm in love and love is in me, the fact you're flawed is hard to see.

If it feels like you're holding back, attack attack attack. Turn my days and nights into dust, chew them up and spit them out. If you get lonely, my time is all that I can give you and we both know that will run out.

I can't cope, can't complain, no sleep all week.
Track Name: Breathe In
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