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The new full-length album from Friends in Distraction.

Recorded sporadically between March and August of 2014 in Athens, OH, Kalamazoo, MI, and Las Vegas, NV.

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released October 10, 2014

All songs written & performed by Friends in Distraction.

Recording, engineering, mixing, mastering, and photography by Dan Baker.

Voice samples: Andy Haftkowycz, Dylan Sams, Conor Hamill, and Gloria Steinham

Special thanks: Elizabeth Held, Garrett H. Hood, Dylan Sams, Bruce Dalzell, Troy Gregorino, and Darby McPrince.

Super special thanks to Charles Kreisel, who inadvertently inspired the name of this album in a conversation last winter.

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Indie rock masquerading as punk.
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Track Name: Theater of Fear
You're older now than you were at the start of the turn
You're crying in a crowded bus station
You found the truth while hunting for the words:
It's so much work to go on vacation.

Change the gate three times and jerk you around
The agony of waiting in a line clueless to where it's bound
Forget it, buster. You're staying right here in this theater of fear.

You're tired now, sleeping on your suitcase.
Across state lines you maintained decency.
Home is far, it's a strange, unfamiliar place.
The first is final, we're boarding gate number three.

Writhing on the floor with no back support,
A herniated disc and a constant inner war.
Years of work and waiting with a smile on your face
Now rewarded with a bus that has disappeared without a trace.
Forget it, buster. You're staying right here in this theater of fear.
Track Name: Hobbie
When are we gonna face the facts?
The city’s getting fat
With powerful demands
of the citizens.

When will we stop turning our backs on ourselves
Sacrificing our health and welfare willfully to the men in charge?
When will enough equal too much giving without getting anything back?

When will we refuse the pill
Manufactured on the hill
By men with wrinkled faces
Too hungry to die?

When will we stop turning our backs on ourselves
Sacrificing our health and welfare willfully to the men in charge?
When will enough equal too much giving without getting anything back?
When will we stop turning our backs on ourselves
Sacrificing our health and welfare willfully to the men in charge?
When will enough equal too much giving without getting anything back?

IZ ALL ABOUT MUNNY MAYUN
Track Name: Station Street, February 2011
You stepped into the room with this ghostly look on your face
You stepped into the room with this ugly lookin’ look on your face
Everyone can tell just by looking that you don’t want to be here
You’re standing around with one hand in your pocket
And the other one’s reaching for your cell phone
But it’s not where you left it?

It’s time to go, but you can’t leave ‘cause everybody’s dancing
So, take a look: everybody’s watching you. It’s time to go.

So… you get a drink and play it cool, ‘cause you may as well get drunk.
So… you get another drink, and lose your cool…
‘cause man, you’re fuckin’ drunk!
Everyone can tell just by listening that you’re lonely and scared of dying.
You’re mewling about with your blurry vision,
trying to strike up a conversation with anyone who will listen.

It’s time to go, but you can’t leave, ‘cause everybody’s dancing
And then take a look, take a look, take a look, and everybody’s watching you
It’s time to go.

You’ll find your cell phone later, man.
Just put down the vodka, man, and go home.
It’s time to go.
Track Name: I-70 W, September 2010
You had your title reign as champion
And now I see your phantom everywhere I look
Your crossbow points toward the future
With a healthfully stocked quiver fulla dreams, fueled by regrets,
but we knew from the start
We were only visiting.

I'm not the same shadow
And now I know you kept me in the dark,
Denied the light the world wanted to give me
While I stood by and did the same to you,
but we knew from the start
We were only visiting.

There's no place like home when home is fluid,
An amorphous pool of vaguely familiar liquid.
Just down south of the Mason Dixon line,
The road through Paxtonia continues its incline toward the mountains.

Past the towns in Pennsylvania with all the silly names
You knew once you set foot here you'd never be the same
Now you're alone for the very first time
With no one to distract you from your quiet/screaming mind.

How do you like it?
Track Name: Silence for Now
When words fail and crumble under the weight of truth
There's always silence.
When your bank balance is in the red, at least you've got your head
In which there's silence.
You have nowhere to run when you're all alone.
You went nuts and sold everything you owned.

Distractions eat your face off
And make your mind and teeth rot.
Now here comes the healing hand of god.

When the hotel room becomes a prison of too-many-drugs-on-prom-weekend, there's silence.
When your mom and dad forget to call to ruin the fun
You break the silence.
Your friends are here and you've gotta play it cool.
You have no vision of the cop car down the street.

Distractions eat your face off
And make your mind and teeth rot.
Now here comes the healing hand of god.
Track Name: Catatonic Heartsick Bluez
Look at me and how much I’ve changed
Since the last time I saw you.
I can finally control all of my emotional ups and downs
‘Cause I’ve locked up.
Now I barely say a word.

One prescription got me going again
Who woulda thought you would be so insightful?
Now I’m satisfied with our loose ends.
I’m too catatonic to remember why I’m spiteful.

(It’s not fair. It’s never been about being fair.)

Look at you and your bleach-blonde hair
It’s outta control, and you don’t care.
Your anatomy once killed me
Had me begging at your door
Now it feels like I hardly knew it at all.
Now you’ve opened up, and you barely say a word.

One death in the family got you going again
Who woulda thought it would be so incite-ful?
You look like you forgot we even had loose ends
You’re too tripped out on acid to remember who I am.

You don’t remember who I am.
Track Name: Bronson's Lost Paradise
Dear everyone in this sleepy little place… goodbye.
Goodbye.

This may come as a surprise,
but I’m already uncomfortable
Breaking my back over spreadsheets
for someone unremarkable

Listening to the crack of the whip
Of the bossman in the work boots
And allowing my perception of the artist
To dilute to smokey flakes in my coffee
Expecting me to drink it with no squirming around

You will need another target for your OCD
The line away from town is crooked.

Anyone not nailed to my anger
Risks isolation even more
In the long, long erasure of random ideals
Stopped here on red road maps
Intently laid economically

It’s not funny to make your point by making those around you cry.

You will need another target for your OCD
The life you lead is worthless.

Dear everyone in this sleepy little place… goodbye, goodbye.
Track Name: Fuck It. (I wish this wasn't a true story.)
I wasn’t old enough to have a drink with any of my friends
But I was young enough to buy a gun and shoot each of them dead
And if I had to choose which one to use to ruin my life
I’d gladly raise a broken glass to one more fucking night
‘Cause something about my actions feels fucking ominous
And nobody around can tell if I’m serious

Now the cops are in my lot after a prompt arrival
‘Cause somebody called 9-1-1 when my neighbor broke a bottle
Across his girlfriend’s face ‘cause she tried to leave his place
After a drunken argument that echoed into space…

It’s just another night.
It’s just another brawl.
It’s just the way things go around these parts.

Every single weekend I question what the fuck I’m doing here
I only have an answer maybe five or sick times out of every ten.

And my friend who died a sudden death earlier this year
Visits me when I sleep, and then she disappears.
And I wake up without an alarm, not sure what is going on
As the fuckers by my window set another round of pong.
And if these are our glory years, what happens when we overhear
Our conscience telling us everything we do is wrong?
Do I have a fucking clue?
Of course I don’t!
How about you?
I’m just as lousy as the other men who fuck their way through.

It’s just another night.
It’s just another brawl.
It’s just the way things go around these parts.
Am I like them?
Track Name: Moore Avenue, May 2014
All the sweat, and the cigarettes
The cheap beer and the boxed wine...
annnd it goes all night, until the sun comes up.

My friends and neighbors all came out.
I don't know half the people in my house.
We're all playing our parts until we wake up alone.

I'm sorry it had to end
But the party only lives as long as the people do...
and now I miss everyone.
Track Name: Meet Me at the Branches
I’m not gonna get under your skin tonight.
I’m not gonna have a whole lot of room.

I’ll make way for what you want,
and catch what you need caught,
and I’ll give up the pleasure of a final dance
If you meet me at the branches.

I’m choking on the words of a promise I can’t keep.
I’m crossing out the names on my list of enemies.

I’ll make way for what you want,
and catch what you need CAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHTTT,
and I’ll give up the pleasure of a final dance
If you meet me at the branches.

If you meet me at the branches.
I’ll wait for you at the branches.
We’ll reunite over at the branches.
I’ll meet you at the branches.
Track Name: Regarding an Eleventh Grader's Reading of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
Yes, life is short.
But it’s the longest thing we’ve got.
You wasted no time heading to that finish line.
You were a friend, an enemy,
an enigmatic entity,
but when the message came I stopped everything.
You ran that road, set out with no direction home.

Then I stopped, looked around, stood upon the broken ground
Felt further from the sky than ever before.
I stopped at the sound of my heart beating around
Every corner of my mortally bound body.
I know you didn’t mean to go, but there you are.

Yes, life’s not fair
but it’s the only place to go.
I could make it something harsh and unreasonable…
oh yeah, OR!
I could face the fucking music
That no matter what I do, everything turns out the same way
So, what’s the point of being an asshole
When we all wind up in the same waiting room?
One night, I screamed at you for leaving.
Clenched my teeth until my face turned red.

Then I stopped, looked around, stood upon the broken ground
Felt further from the sky than ever before.
I stopped at the sound of my heart beating around
Every corner of my mortally bound body.
I know you didn’t mean to go, but there you are.

Yes, life is short.
But it’s the longest thing we’ve got.
Dying naked as the day we started it all out
Doesn’t seem like such a bad way.