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At The Vegan Witch Trials

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by Spy Island

 

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Vegan Witch Food Cart 02:34
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Blue Pillows 03:25
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Walls of Home 03:04
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Hot Weather Anatomy 02:03
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Lincoln Memorial 01:55
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The Pumpkin Papers 03:52
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Vegan Witch Wars 02:10
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Vegan Witch Burn Center 02:29
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Baby Baba Yaga 02:31
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Vegan Witch Trials 02:14
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Recorded by Rian Lewis and Dale Nicholls in some of Portland's most illustrious bedrooms and basements. Drums recorded at Ripcord in Vancouver, WA. This is Spy Island's second full-length LP.
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released 09 February 2010
Songs by DN.
Walls of Home was written by Bret Vogel, Bryan Free, Erick Alley,
Matt Henderson, and Rian Lewis.

Music mined from the minds of these spies
Jonathan Barker, guitars. Akila Fields, keys, cowbell. Bryan Free, trombone.
Colby Goddard, drums. David Gulick, voice. Rian Lewis, bass, guitars, voice.
Lucy Martin, voice. DN, voice, guitar, keys, etc. Bret Vogel, saxophone, bass.

Art by Patrick Evans Danger. Mastered by Jon Cohrs @ Spleenless Mastering
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Track Name: Vegan Witch Food Cart
some of us try, and some of us fail. some of us live to work retail. layers and
layers of credit card payers, mark up your face and pass me the makers. move
out west, but watch out for quakes. and watch what you say, 'cause you're
making me shake. india.
Track Name: Blue Pillows
sometimes we stay in comfortable houses. sometimes we wear comfortable
clothes. million dollar bounties were offered. how do you think we paid for
those blue pillows and tattered jeans? you had a scheme for keeping me clean
like windows and mother's hands. i'll do what i can to stay in demand. like
windows, all the windows. breaking those windows all over town. my palms
were red at the altar. i'll falter, i'll stumble and mumble and moan. and i'll
groan with the moths and the goths shooting guns up on memaloose road.
gotta tell colin to bring the propane, so we can watch it explode.
watch us explode.
Track Name: Walls of Home
got sick at the office, they say the walls of home are help.help is not what you
wanted, help is not what you wanted. look out through the window, green grass,
landscapes, fences at least youʼre not in a warehouse, and someone's got to
make money. i'm scared they'll all see me, holed up, wasting time at home
you're stuck again at the office, i'm stuck again on nintendo. well you say you
want friends, don't you feel that depends on you getting out. i know it comes
from the armchair, but i've got suggestions, i wanna help i got all these ideas,
hey, i got all these ideas. joint check, online bill pay,forged your name several
states south. left you alone in the car park, why don't you call? I guess I know.
Track Name: Hot Weather Anatomy
i’m leaving notes, i’m sneaking out in the morning. blue collar holler and the
scrape of your teeth. broken noses and dirty thirty poses. i ain’t mad, just
haven’t slept for a week. i’m seeing bats, i’m drinking blood before bed. i’m
seeing bats, they're hoping to get fed. too many cheeseburgers, too many
dropped calls. too many hickey parties, too many mini-malls! i can hear and i
can see all my enemies. but your hot weather anatomy, is killing me.
Track Name: Lincoln Memorial
shot in the face by all manner of thugs,
bit on the back in the battle of bugs,
changed my routine but still on the
drugs. my meyers-briggs thinks i think
too much and my ma thinks i drink too
much but i think it's just enough. i got
sick on the steps of the lincoln memorial
your frisky hips, subtle as bullet clips
graveyard kiss, million dollar lips i'm
just a fool for writing this I got sick on
the steps of the lincoln memorial.
Track Name: The Pumpkin Papers
the pumpkin papers said read it and weep then die in your sleep. potemkin
posers march all at my feet, to die in their sleep.tonight, donʼt try to count on
me, donʼt count on me, to keep our blankets warm burn with me, donʼt burn
with me, weʼrematches in a storm. electrodes pop, heartbeat stops. dog dreams, deleted
scenes, and iʼm just running in place, a poisoned agent on the take. count on
me, donʼt count on me, to keep your bracelets charmed follow me, donʼt
follow me, iʼll keep you out of harm. i just want to go back, drinking bourbon
in the bath.
Track Name: Vegan Witch Wars
we were starting wars, if only to impress. i was shooting stars, trying to forget
made a pact with myself don't look back, don't look back. and every morning,
when we wake up, we wonder when it's all gonna end. we were boosting cars,
if only to escape. made a pact with myself, don't look back.
Track Name: Vegan Witch Burn Center
there’s a sting in my eye that i’m trying to sell, or can’t you tell? it’s the season
for rugburn there’s a bug in my skull trying to get out, will you let it? it’s the
season for rugburn. if i was a spy i’d catch you. it’s the season for rugburn
Track Name: Baby Baba Yaga
when all those christmas cards are gone and the nazi circus performers are on
the white house lawn, you won’t make me coffee if i don’t draft a plan. break my
heart with your angry hands. baby baba yaga, i know you’re mine but can’t you see we’re wasting time? charmed her way to the head of the class she kept her one grey hair under glass in the back of a station wagon draggin’ a headless horse down to mexico. when
she got to san fran, she met the shah of iran he said “i don’t exist, but i’ll make you a list of all the hungry little puppets i’d like to enlist and all the stupid happy grapes i’d like to crush in my fist.” she said “i’m sorry charlie, i can’t wait that long, the fiends are at the door, and they want in."
Track Name: Vegan Witch Trials
at the vegan witch trials, dead rocks can say a lot. back when cormac and i were
kings of the shut-ins. in the loudest room in the loudest house, lives the
blackest cat and the fattest mouse."burnside, you son of a bitch," said xtonyx
the nocturnal colonel."i got a thing for a small town girl.i got a thing for the
price of gold." and i'm too uptight to be the front man. i'll be the con man,
malachai when the stray turns rabid you gotta change your habits