finicky things

by prior panic

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Catherine Conley
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Catherine Conley Sick guitar riffs, electric cello, and lyrics that GO IN. This album wrestles with heavy topics like mental health but also manages to bop so hard??? This is one powerful piece of art Favorite track: hell's a place.
ari blut
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ari blut incredible album gives me all the chills and queer feels 420.69 out of 10 Favorite track: sickly sweet.
Asa
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Asa this is Fantastic and i love it! ! ! Favorite track: shape + space.
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our debut lp!!!!!!! very excited to share it with y'all <3

special thanks to everyone who helped this gay little album happen:
otto klammer, zachary ellsworth, francesca impastato, pasha koskins, nate patsfall, jess schmid, steve moran, vince thompson, lea jaffe, brennan wedl, candice holcomb, mike block, cosmo, mom&dad

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released March 30, 2018

cello / vocals - julia fulbright (they/them)
guitar / bgvox - otto klammer (they/them)
drums (tracks 1-6, 8) - zachary ellsworth (they/them)
drums (track 7) - francesca impastato (she/her)
electronics - pasha koskins (she/her & they/them)

produced, engineered, mixed, mastered by sasha stroud (she/her)
recorded at the record co. in boston, MA
album art by emma hichens

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prior panic Boston, Massachusetts

gay cello rock music / debut lp "finicky things" out NOW / contact: priorpanicband@gmail.com
((note -- all bandmates use they/them/theirs pronouns. thank you!))

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Track Name: hell's a place
they told me hell would come and go
but something in my keeps igniting its fires
detach from material goods
an open flame, a cleansing of palate

i feel like i'm from outer space
i used my heart until it died in the morning
it's in a box up on the shelf
i'm tryna find someone to help me restart it

makes me feel like i'm losing my mind

i'm losing my mind
i'm losing my mind
i'm losing my mind
Track Name: float
hearing loss has its set of benefits;
more time alone
and maybe i'll adapt to read your lips
when i'm more grown

i'm always lost, can't guess your thoughts
i'm on my back where you left me
you weren't wrong to float along
i'll be just fine

a twin size bed comes with its set of charms
let's smoke for two
through an entanglement of legs and arms
i can't see you

avert my eyes, won't fantasize
i'm growing up cuz you made me
and i'm so strong, i'll float along
i'll be just fine

so wring me out and hang me up to dry
i'd like to be devoid of childish pride
so send me out to walk home in the rain
i have to learn the hard way love is pain
Track Name: sickly sweet
you lick the syrup off your hands
the sickly sweet the world commands
a thousand children's choirs on the train
uplift you but you can't outsing the pain

but how can i lift the weight of the world when my own mass asphyxiates me?
and how can i care when i know i'm digging my own grave?
i guess i could fake my death and live life in the names of the ones so eager to pull me down to the ground

the tightrope sways beneath your feet
you let your body fall and face defeat
shattered upon impact; can you help but smile?
physical proof for the men who still sit in denial

but how can i lift the weight of the world when my own mass asphyxiates me?
and how can i care when i know i'm digging my own grave?
i guess i could fake my death and live life in the names of the ones so eager to pull me down to the ground
Track Name: shape + space
how can he loom in a linear frame
with an angular jaw and an unkempt mane?
they sway in their soft curves, inhale by the fire
"my body's a quitter, my body's a liar"

i like myself with no clothes on
i'll claim my shape and take up space
dissociate and live outside myself
sail on when there's no vessel to hate

where's your smile?
i'd walk a mile in his shoes
Track Name: yr chemistry
just keep your head over high water
don't let your body go limp
i've tried to save neighbors as i drowned
just keep your head over

and i swam through the darkest parts of your chemistry
but you bite

just keep your head over high water
don't let your body go numb
i've tried to save strangers as i died
just keep your head over

and i swam through the darkest parts of your chemistry
but you bite

and i swam through the darkest parts of your chemistry
Track Name: still here
i never knew the weight of seeing myself sink to rock bottom
i hold that weight like i'm cradling a newborn child

sometimes when i'm feeling lonely, i hide away from the ones who care
sometimes when i'm feeling friendly, i call the names of the ones that left
but you're still here
Track Name: no need to rush
i ride the hands of broken clocks
the gears give in, my weight will fall

but the hours keep coming and the time keeps going
and i can't find the strength, find the urge to keep my feet grounded
seconds are passing, mindlessly dashing
i can't keep up; maybe i'll find a place where there's no need to rush

i slumbered eighteen hours a day
an endless loop in bed i'd lay

but the hours keep coming and the time keeps going
and i can't find the strength, find the urge to keep my feet grounded
seconds are passing, mindlessly dashing
i can't keep up; maybe i'll find a place where there's no need to rush
Track Name: farewell ADL's
my sugar rush, i'll ride your high throughout the night
i'm restless, searching for something to compromise
my stable footing serves me well in mild tides
the climate changes, in this body i reside
but i'll commit an act of treason
i'll try, try and find my sense of reason
but you can't calm me down

cuz i'm just the fuse that blew too soon
trying to be the one to light up the room

let me neglect myself and my activities
of daily living, all for productivity
a silent love fills my head with dread and doubt
i only feel as good as the art i put out
but i've spent 5 months being quiet
i'll shout and cry and fuck and scream to fight it
but you can't calm me down

i'm naked standing in the storm
trying to prove i can create my own warmth
i'm just another crazy bitch
but i'll cycle out and maybe i'll
stitch these wounds
or make some new ones
kiss my wounds
and tell me i'm not
asking too much
of my friends
at least now i can't
see the end

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