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A Goodbye

by Hybrid Sheep Organizer

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Airing out the car with the winds of October In the bathtub contemplating with a toaster (I sort of thought it'd work itself right out) You drink yourself drunk and you drink yourself sober Tie the knot, get the chair, and kick that fucker over (Are you feeling kinda down) Flowers placed on graves where your surprised to find your name Wipe your hands of it all and think "ain't that just a shame?" My mother's father slowly sinking in a coffin My father's father slowly sinking into hospice (We're getting older every day)
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Went to my notebook today and again nothing came It's time to throw in the towel, used to be but not now Cut your palm with a knife then you'll see what it's like Then we'll shake on it; a blood promise The glowing orb in the sky, responsible for all life Is waving its hands goodbye, so say hello to the night See the people you meet Shivering in the street And you can't get them out of your head They'll push you off of the edge I think we're going insane And they don't mean shit to you And you don't mean shit to me And found with needle in arm Another dead kid on the street We used token each other warm Wrapped between the sheets And I have all of the hope Of a hangman's rope And you've got all of the peace Of a lynching tree And yet the both of us breathe You say, "theres plenty of things you can do to make a living out there. You'll start by changing your clothes and cutting your hair." Went to my notebook today And again nothing came I've got a long ways to go I've yet to filling a page
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Eighteen Days, been shoveling shit And the boss doesn't see anything wrong with it Eighteen days, slept like a cat Because there were thousands and thousands of bats It's your birthday! Have fun! Get fucked up! Get drunk! It's your birthday. You're number one! Blow my skull Blow my brains Blow my head off
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Can you feel it inside you? The nest you're born in sighs heavy Drawn to the warmth of your belly To mourn the sight of the sunrise And bleed the sun out of the sky The ants were marching in circles In search of burial ground Buffalo in a painting Makes me cry for my loved ones Makes me cry as I'm bathing in consequence Between the sky and the ocean Lies the plane we exist on It's time to cremate your absence And lie naked in the sun Cling to the leg of your mother Like on the first day of preschool Nothing there is gonna harm you Besides you're too old to suckle Yet too young to go and die like you did Between the sky and the ocean Lies the plane we exist on It's time to cremate your absence And lie naked in the sun
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??? Daddy will pay for the school Daddy will pay for my school Wrapped up in a blanket Like a pig in a fucking blanket Wrapped up ??? Daddy will fuck fuck me good Daddy will suck me off My dad my skin my death It's been so long, the skin falls off our bones With that nagging voice, begging our retire In the cemetery, marked on the smallest stone "Here marks the death of Hybrid Sheep Organizer." ???
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The bread-winning father bringing home nothing And mom is drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk off her ass again This wasn't my family but I know families like it The nuclear family is destined to detonate And pulling out feelings from the ceiling, as the kids upstairs Constantly think about shooting up schools an heroin There's that blank stare, you changed up your hair again You're so fucking arrogant And they hate with signs but they still go to church There's no heaven, just a box in the dirt I hope this hurts I hope this hurts The punks always out in their house party ecstasy The same old three chords is all that they will ever need Don't take that to heart, and please note my hypocrisy As I sing yet, another song I wrote in the key of C And the god-fearing grandparents frown upon everything And despise people who they know they will never meet A match and some kerosine will make me who I want to be Will prove my position as a member of the punk scene So light me up, I'll go out the Mahayana way I've had enough of not finding the words to say God always ignores us when we kneel and pray I guess those are his "mysterious ways"

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Thank you so much for checking out our music. We love you!!!

Special thanks to:
Jessie and Dom Nilo, Eyvind Kang, Justin Nielsen, Shaun Scrivner, Bryan Weatherston, Dallin Kroon, Christopher Duggan, Derek Myers, Jon Paul Archinego, Alexander Simmons, Wheeler Bills, Serene Claffey, Matt Makaii, Evan Kilmartin, Danielle and Gregory Kent, Lauren Keonan, Robbie Kulam, and everyone else we are forgetting. Love you all!

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released August 17, 2017

Janae Nilo: Bass and Vocals
River Merrill: Drums and Synths
Alex Kent: Guitars and Vocals

The instruments used on this record are:
Guitar, bass, organ, drums, vocals, synthesizer, drum machine, banjo, bowed banjo, glockenspiel, death growls, and black shrieks.

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Hybrid Sheep Organizer Boise, Idaho

Bittersweet sounds
assembled and organized
for the (intended!) improvement of the universe.

Alex Kent
River Merrill
Micah Stevens
Matt Makkai
Wheeler Bills
Lauren Koenan
Connor Schwab
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