I Hope I Let You Down (EP Version)

by Rare Beasts

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released April 13, 2015

Original notes

Rare Beasts was at this time:
Thomas Shreve - Vocals, guitar
Mark Kreuter - bass, drums
Austin Traver - guitar
Eric Wall - drums, bass

All music and lyrics by Thomas Shreve except track 4 by Thomas Shreve and Mark Kreuter

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Mark Kreuter

We would like to thank:
Audio Geography Studios, Dear Pines, everyone who plays in the other bands that we play in, Woodbury Music Shop, Officer Ron, Taco Bell, and Jesuscore

December 2015 update

This was originally released as a full-length record but we trimmed the fat because a lot of it didn't sound great. Basically, we took off the stuff that sucked. Email or Facebook message us if you really wanna hear the "lost tracks" or something, or talk to someone who bought a CD. Or buy your own CD.



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Track Name: Let Me Tell You About the Time I Punched That Bandicoot
I've been learning how to settle for second best. I know how you feel. I know I'm worse than the rest. Ive been living in the overflow my whole life, of all the hopes and dreams of those that I despise. Every time I think I found someone or something good, I learn I'm only doing this because no one else would. You win this time. I long for the blood in your kiss. I long for a relationship with the public perception of who I am and where I stand.
Track Name: Ol' Sled Dog Abuser Strikes Again
I'm going to kiss your face, and I'm going to bite down. I'm not going to let go until the blood starts pouring out down my throat. Can't you see, I'll never know what it means to be something on high. There's nothing romantic about listening to Brand New alone in your room. It's as bad for me as the drugs are for you, but there's not much else I can do.
Track Name: Hamlet Sandwich
I want all these little details and they make me go insane. It's why you're not telling stories, it's why you're not naming names. It's just the three of us: you, me and this brick wall you built between us. You hate your friends because all they are to you are people you feel a little bit worse about lying to. She said it's not that they don't like you, they just don't like you with him, so I guess I'll pack my bags and I'll let you start fitting in. You looked through me too many times and I'm afraid I might just try to figure you out until I die.
Track Name: I Am the Cheese
I love watching the verbs change to past tense. It's a weight off your shoulders. I love drowning you out just to make sense. Think I'll sleep until it's over. I'm not your family, I'm not your friend, I'm not a person, I'm just a kid. You knew one day I'd wilt. Drunk kids defile what I built. I don't know what else to look forward to. I love watching the TV in my room. I think I'll go back to high school, forget you, and bathe in colors I've chosen for my tomb.
Track Name: Do You Remember the Days When Women Weren't Allowed to Vote? Pepperidge Farm Does
Whenever I think I'm the clay in your hands, you lift me above your head and look so proudly at the sky. Then I slowly, once again, fall, I'm the mud in your eyes. All the time. Maybe, hopefully, and violet blue. You always knew that it was all for you. I thought I'd rot in the grave that I dug for myself, but you helped. I wish your voice didn't make my skin crawl like it does now. You're far too loud. When you turn red, I won't point it out like I wasn't wise enough not to do so many minutes ago. It feels like years.I know this is what you want. Your friends were sick of having me around anyway. But I am your summer house, and I hope you come to stay. I'm not the clay in your hands, I'm the mud in your eyes all the time. I am your summer house.