At the End of South Washington

by Garrett Walters

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This album was released on tape by GHOST FRIEND RECORDS. It is 100% sold out now!

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I've worked very hard on the songs for this album over the last year, they mean a lot to me. They are mostly about living in Bloomington and my hometown of Pleasant Mills, Indiana. I feel deeply encouraged and supported by my friends, a lot of nice bands I've played with, and sweet people who've booked shows and hung out at shows. My biggest thanks is to Mitchell Duncan, Chris Clavin, and Eric Ayotte for always being too good to me and making me feel brave.

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released August 13, 2014

Track 1 recorded at home and mastered by Eric Ayotte.

Tracks 2-10 were recorded by Gary Whelpdale at The Witching Well in Bloomington, Indiana. witchingwellrecording@gmail.com

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Track Name: Porch Cat
It was raining off and on.
Humid air stuck to my throat.
I traced small figure eights onto my arm
We sat quietly, you winced when I said I felt alone.

But, winter was hard,
And I can hear December linger in your speech.
I wanna touch your arm, but I just repeat your name.

Walked you to your car,
Gravel crunching under my feet.
Two silver bugs dug in on the back of my knees
Keep me from staying they tell me that it's time to leave.

To an empty house.
A black and white porch cat scratched me when I walked past.
Silently, I blessed him and invited him in.
Put on your favourite record said I really shouldn't feel this bad.

But, winter was hard,
I printed big photos for my wall.
Drank your favourite tea every night.
Imagined myself out on the west coast.
Imagined you downstairs singing.
I imagined so many stupid things,
While I was trying to get by.
Track Name: Early Sunday Rain
I saw you praying in the back of your closet,
Like a picture in my grandmothers bible, with your head bent down
Well you looked holier than all the crosses out on highway 12.

We buried your mother’s dog in the backyard last November,
Now it’s September and I’ll still catch you sleeping there.
Ruining your pressed white shirts in the early Sunday rain.
Dried mud caked in your hair by the time that you’re awake.

Last year, you gave me a joke promise ring,
And I’ve been wearing it, and it’s slowing turning all my fingers green,
Like the moss under your head when you’re passed out asleep,
And I really hope that you’re feeling better by this time next week,
But if you don’t, I’ll still be waiting in the afternoon with a towel to dry you off.

I’ll find church lawns and steal you statues of Mary,
Lay all of them in rows beside your bed,
So you can know there’s something bigger than us all in the end,
And I don’t believe it, I just think that we die.
But I know we all need fairy-tales sometimes,
And I don’t think that makes you weak,
I just think that means you want a little peace.

Easy sleep.
Track Name: Skinned Knees
You cleaned your room.
Pinned maps of your hometown up on your wall
And we sat outside.
I couldn't tell if it was early spring
Or if late fall had come back around.
You played soft songs on your boombox,
And I said I didn't like them.
When I got home I wrote long lists of goals on my arms,
Watched the ink bleed into my skin
Forming the rivers & roads of the Saint Mary's Township.

Now there are pieces of myself scattered down Mercer Avenue.
There are pieces of myself I don't think that I can lay claim to.
They belong to the corn fields,
To the Methodist church,
To the bait shop.
They belong to the short drive past the state line to Willshire, OH.
They belong in my father's teeth.
In the throats of the boys, yelling from their trucks.
Sometimes we loose skin that exposes our hearts,
But we keep saying "Well it doesn't hurt that much".

I exist as skinned knees from 2006.

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The sister song to this is "Saint Mary's River" which is a song my punk band VYVYAN plays. www.vyvyan.bandcamp.com
Track Name: Cinnamon Whiskey
Stayed up way too late,
Cause I was worried you were mad at me.
Left the windows open even though it had started snowing.

Bought whiskey that I could stomach.
It tied my stomach up in knots when you said,
"I don't know what you want".

Well, neither do I.

I wanted to get drunk enough
So I could tell you all the things you say that keep me up.
But I stayed home,
Counted spider legs instead.
Spring is crawling through the walls of my basement.
It'll kill me when it ends,
Like you kill me when you speak.

I'll do my best to sort out my head.
Leave all this history littered on the pavement.
I'll stop by your house, but you won't be home.
You're never home, but it's not your fault.

I wanted to get drunk enough
So I could tell you all the shit you say that fucks me up.
But I stayed home,
Counted spider legs instead.
Spring is crawling through the walls of my basement.
It'll kill me when it ends,
Like you kill me when you speak.
Track Name: Burn Me Out
Burnt the eggs.
She was kissing me in the kitchen
And my head was swimming.

Cut my hand
Opening up a letter from Arizona,
But I'll bleed it out and feel OK.

Burn me out.

Take my hands
Force my palms to lay open.
Tell me your secrets that I cannot stand.

Break me down.
Bury me in pieces
All over this town.

Burn me out.
Track Name: East Side Theatre
I smell like campfires,
Like I'm still 16.
Now I'm gone and I really wish you'd call me.
But I won't pick up because I'm afraid of what you'll say.
Maybe I should pick up and let somebody
Finally put me in my place.

I sound like congratulation cards with predetermined praise,
Can I be honest?
You occupy such a huge space in my brain,
So when you tell me how you're feeling
It knocks the wind out of my chest,
And when you say you're feeling hopeless
Then I really cannot catch my breath.
I know being happy is hard,
But just so you know I could hold my breath for months
If I could help you at all.

I look like rabbits that didn't know winter was rolling in,
And I've spent too damn long running from all my problems,
Thought if I shut my eyes
And prayed real hard,
Then maybe god or someone would solve them,
But it looks like, I have to solve them.
I need to stop wearing shoes so I can try to feel grounded.
I need to never lie & colour myself totally honest.
Keep it together, keep up face.
I need to keep it together, keep up face.

Lately I feel at my sanest,
In the projection room at the east side theatre.
The quiet ticking of the movies
Reminds me that time is always moving.
Am I moving?
Track Name: Silver Sharpie on a Mall Map
I often wonder if you still wear that shirt that I liked
With the sleeves rolled up to your elbows
And I wonder how many boys I’ll fall in love with
Who will wear that same blue shirt.
I’m sure, it’ll be one too many.

And I am constantly falling in love with sweet boys
Who have bags under their eyes,
I’ve been unpacking,
Laying bare bleached bones on the ground
Apologizing for every crack in my spine.

I’m so sorry if I seem uncomfortable,
It’s because I am.
I am a coward,
I will never let you know
How I have pictured your hands holding books.

And I am constantly falling in love with sweet boys
Who have bags under their eyes,
I’ve been unpacking,
Laying bare bleached bones on the ground
Apologizing for every crack in my spine.

I have spent my time collecting creases & lines,
You are a mall map marked up bring sharpie ink.
I am trying to politely ask you for directions in the street.
I am trying to ask you for directions.
Track Name: Through the Living Room Floor
Sitting on the couch eating orange slices,
Listening to your new band practice
And I can't understand a single word you're singing,
But your voice chokes me up,
And my hands are sticky.

Simple things are not always easy
And simple people are never quite what you think.
I've been watching you wear yourself down and it kills me.

But if I lay on my back in the living room
The bands playing downstairs leave almost no room
In my head to think.
But I've spent too much time thinking.
Pull my brain out of my head and leave it on the ground.

Well, for god's sake always stay out too late,
Well, for god's sake never think twice about anyone/anything.

I've been hanging out on strangers porches,
Filling in their Sunday crossword puzzles.
I've been hanging out on strangers porches,
Finishing their half smoked cigarettes.
I've been hanging out on strangers porches,
Reading all the love letters they get
And let me tell you that shit is fucking boring.
So fucking boring.

Well, for god's sake always stay out too late,
Well, for god's sake never think twice about anyone/anything.
Track Name: Soft Heart
He called me at one in the morning
To tell me ran over a dog on his way home from work.
He started crying so hard that I thought he was laughing.
So I started laughing.

When I was a kid I went rabbit hunting with my dad,
We’d go after it snowed so we could see their little tracks.
We’d stomp on thorny thickets to scare them out,
But I was always so afraid of falling in.
I could imagine the way the thorns would cut into my skin,
And I’d get so entangled that I wouldn't escape till winters end.

Dad always said my heart was way too soft
Don’t cry, your heart’s too soft

Stiffen your upper lip. Could you even take a hit?
Always keep your free hand balled into a fist.
Only look forward, do not romanticize the past.
Be careful with your soft heart, it’s not gonna last.