Horse Eats Hat

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released June 3, 2011

Recorded in May and June 2011 at Joe Quality Studios. Recorded, engineered, and mixed by Scott Herschler. Produced by Deanna McMillan. All songs written by Horse Eats Hat.

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Horse Eats Hat Chicago, Illinois

We are happy people who write miserable songs.

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Track Name: Projection
I cut my knuckle at this desk
learning steely-browed discipline
I was proud of the idea
others take my ideas and listen

I held them in confidence
I shook my head in diffidence
my heart remained on the defense
I couldn't tell the difference

I'll tell you all I understand
everything is at least third hand
will the future be so unkind
out of spite, out of mind?

I earned my own office
I worked myself lifeless
my desk became a chopping block
my replacement had my likeness

such powers of projection
you wear your conviction
without hurt, but like a victim
can you tell the difference?

I'll tell you all I understand
everything is at least third hand
will the future be so unkind
out of spite, out of mind?
Track Name: Salt of the Earth in the Wounds
my life, you can’t sublimate
into something only you might appreciate
but if you’d only ask I break
you’re even stingy with your hate

you can lash out and it’ll hurt
make sure you get your money’s worth
am I crippled or just a fool
with the salt of the earth rubbed in my wounds?

did I ruin your plans to sit still?
did I swipe the pennies from your till?
no I didn’t, but maybe I will
I’m nothing if not a cheap thrill

you like to flaunt your false humility
your poverty is something no one else can ever see
you’ll shiver in that spot convinced your misery’s my fault
I scraped together the lot, you bet I’d forgot

you can lash out and it’ll hurt
make sure you get your money’s worth
am I crippled or just a fool?
with the salt of the earth rubbed in my wounds

did I ruin your plans to sit still?
did I swipe the pennies from your till?
no I didn’t, but maybe I will
I’m nothing if not a cheap thrill
Track Name: Brand Servant
every bit of equal importance
an audience built in
memoirs posted in real time
the only thing to lapse is life

self-promoter
they’re gonna show her
self-promoter
they’re gonna show her

she hunts what’s in the way
of what she really wants to say
but it’s staring right at her
those words are her mirror

her thoughts are well-phrased
as though they have weight
but the ideas dancing behind them
have long since escaped

self-promoter
they’re gonna show her
self-promoter
they’re gonna show her

she doesn’t build other women
she’s never been a mentor
she’s never built herself
she’s never needed help

you don’t put pen to paper
and you don’t make new creations
but what does come out
is as whole as your mouth
Track Name: I Believe in Your Laughter
you ain’t gotta take a risk
just lean in for a kiss
I believe in your laughter
I believe in all of this

we are not like everyone
we trip on our insight
everyone pretends to see
but they grope in the daylight

illuminate our mishaps
aggravate a synapse
but I don’t care, I don’t care
there are no more traps
you lean out the window
you’ll make me a widow
but I don’t care, I don’t care
we’ll never be alone

because we are not like everyone
we live, not reminisce
I believe in your laughter
I believe in all of this
Track Name: Survivalist
kill it if it feels right
I don’t have the luxury
I don’t have a flesh cushion
waiting for me
my luxury is self-efficacy
nobody scurries to justify me

kill it without motive, with a scoff
your limbs grow back
when you cut them off
I can’t afford the burial costs
I’ve got no excuses
I pay for my exhaust

if it feels right x8

your body is sturdy
you’re not like a child
your eyes, they dim
and usher out bile
kill it like an infant
kill it with your might
you got no excuses
and you ain’t got all night