God is the Warmest Place to Hide

by QOHELETH

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    Is your Discman lonely? Cheer it up with a copy of our debut album on CD. Comes in a no-frills jewel case, with artwork by the illustrious Caiden Withey.

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  • Inspired by classic rubber keshi minifigures like M.U.S.C.L.E. men and Monster in My Pocket, this is an original sculpt based on the Horace sketch drawn by Jeremy. This figure was sculpted by Jimmy Rommel and molded and casted by Eric Nilla. It's limited to 30 pieces, 10 each of red, white, and orange. Each one is packaged with a hand-stamped header card, a sticker, and a download code for a digital copy of "God is the Warmest Place to Hide."
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credits

released May 23, 2017

Bass/Guitar/Piano/Voice: Jeremy Hunt
Drums: Mike Strickler
Artwork/Visual Identity: Caiden Withey

Written, recorded, and painted in Azusa, CA and Charlotte, NC.
Mixed by Mike Strickler
Mastered by Jesse Sprinkle

Copyright: Neanderthal Jams
No unauthorized reproduction or broadcast permitted without express consent.

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Track Name: Tombs of White
Let’s set our neighbors on fire
How are we supposed to let our little lights shine?

Let’s hang our neighbors out to dry
How are we supposed to build that city on a hill?

I’m so glad we’ve got our priorities sorted.
Taking the piss on where people piss.
Thwarted the risk by assuming the worst.
So glad.

This is the power of privilege in action.
Blinded by white
Blinded by might
The first shall be first
The last shall be cursed.

So damn happy we’re getting our way
By trampling on those who get in our way.

Get in our way?
No trouble here / stay out of our way.
Stay away.

Who needs that wall?
When the one in your heart’s been there for years?
Track Name: Brood of Vipers
We’ve been bled for days
We’ve been bled for pay
You’ve led us all astray
You’ve kept it all at bay.

We’ve been bled for years
We’ve been bled through fears
You’ve led astray, more and more
All for a promise on yonder shore

Ironclad trust
in what makes this threat eternal
Inspired by rust
brought on by years of abuse

You dare to mock
Dare to judge the meek and the lowly
Cut out your tongue
lest you are able to speak
illness and death to the ones who seek you

But this time, this time we fight
Crush your head under our heels
Oh and this time, this time we resist
You’re not the only one who can shed your skin
Track Name: Advance of Inhumanity
Find out what we are
and remember what we’ve done

Drawn to our wrongs like moths to a sun

Just as quickly burned out
Just as quickly burned away
Track Name: The Hypocrisy in You is the Hypocrisy in Me
I
am
sorry
Track Name: Brain of Bees
Moments incomplete
Voices compete
Moment’s defeat
Undo/redo repeat

Moments incomplete
Voices compete
Moment’s defeat
Undo/redo repeat

My mind’s overflowing and fraught
Can’t think and therefore I’m not
My thoughts twist against me at every turn and every drop of the hat
brings me closer and closer to death

Knell to the powers of the air

Hold your breath…

Never finished, always undone
Horizon diminished, forever on the run

I’d be a good man
If only someone would shoot me every minute of my life

Can’t think and therefore I’m not
I’m not home in my own skull