BenevenStanciano / Flying Hellfish Split

by Jon Creeden

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1.
Killing Time 02:14
are we all just killing time until it kills us when the clock starts running down what will you do are we all just killing time until it kills us if we're all just killing time I want to kill it with you I've spent some of my best nights down in basements singing along with my best friends these it seems its getting harder to grow old or maybe there's just less reason to grow up are we all just killing time until it kills us when the clock starts running down what will you do are we all just killing time until it kills us if we're all just killing time I want to kill it with you You've stood by my side while I've struggled to make sense of who I am and who I'd like to be these days I know that I'm as lost as I've ever been I've never been more certain of my friends are we all just killing time until it kills us when the clock starts running down what will you do are we all just killing time until it kills us if we're all just killing time I want to kill it with you If we're all just killing time I want to kill it with you
2.
Today I woke up at 4am and tomorrow I'll have to do it all over again. This weekend you know where I'll be, if they offered me double time I may never leave. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore It's hard to enter this place with a smile. Some of us are temporary, some have been here a while. I wonder if they all once felt like me, before this fluorescent sky swallowed all their dreams. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore These are borrowed chords and I've worn holes in both the legs. Please forgive me I don't mean to sound down all the time. All I have to keep me sane are these melodies, and I constantly dream of winding highways and the bright city Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, is it worth it? I don't really know anymore. Is it worth it? Yeah it's worth it, I don't really know anymore.
3.
Well I don't know how long it will be until I'm back here again. I promise you, I will do my best, to keep in touch until then. These miles between never seem so far, until I'm settled back at home. The days turn to weeks, turn to months and sometimes years, some days I'm so alone. Then I put on a record, and think to all the times we've shared. This one is for all of my friends, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, where the highway ends. This one is for all of my friends, no matter where you are tonight I'll keep you here with me. We've braved these buses and slept out in the van, watched fireworks kick off July. From baseball games to late night shows, stealing signs on the long drives home. Campfires all through the night, making the best of work and skipping out on school. Fishing on the lake, jamming in your parents basement watching tv, hungover all day. Sometimes, I put on a record, and think to all the times we've shared. This one is for all of my friends, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, where the highway ends. This one is for all of my friends, no matter where you are tonight I'll keep you here with me. This one is for all of my friends, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, where the highway ends. This one is for all of my friends, no matter where you are tonight I'll keep you here with me.
4.
Liminal 04:31
I am certain I don't quite know, what's wrong with me these days, uncertainty the highs and lows happen far to frequently. I'm terrified of letting down, people I've barely met, even though my good friends are the only ones whose opinions I respect. I am certain that I'm tired of this transitional time, I'm afraid of snakes and liminal space and someday I'm going to die. I was quickly up all stairs through doors and city walls. I'm dying to get outside but I'm terrified of it all Terrified of It all I'm aware I'm always in my head still I over analyze it to no end. I come up with many theories but solutions are out of reach. I wish I wish I wish I hope that I could let this go, but at 31 years old I fear it's something I'll always know I'll always know The newest worry that won't leave is I'll never sing another note. I feel so powerless over something that I once held control. I've been trying everything, but some things I just won't give up. If anything stops being fun, it's time to give it up Time to give it up.....
5.
I'm bad at telling a good story Ive got a way with words to make them sound boring I can assure you that I'm worth ignoring And outside this broken window it is still storming It's cold where I am Yeah, cold where I am So please hold my hand Each year we remember All the shit that use to be better It's depression cause by the weather In this never fucking ending December Its cold where I am
6.
Could be spoken softly Or screamed so loud From the top of your lungs Until they give out With words that mean So much to me And in this moment More than anything So we'll go where you play And we'll sing what you sing See Glocca Morra in Virginia Each year the Careeners down in Florida "I'm an ambulance with one fucked up eye" Is better than anything this pen will ever write Head back home, start to jam Attempt to write something that's in the vein of Ask Mark Twain, but I don't think we can All these bands, in a town below Well I just love 'em all Wasting all your time in the town below Wasting all your time in the time below
7.
Wake up in the morning And sweep the sidewalk clean Of last nights cigarette butts Tossed from the balcony We're sweeping up After endless conversations We're sweeping up Sunshines in our faces Everyone was smiling And joked a lot Drank fucking maple whisky Then smoked all the pot
8.
What we're all trying to be Is something from a movie All made up, and cut Some kind of remake One more take, then check the gates In these screens we trust Can't seem to get enough Can't seem to get enough We're just trying to get our shots React to punchlines force the plot That we want It's all fucking budgeted To create the vision from our head Can't ever get enough Can't ever turn them off Can't seem to get enough

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released August 1, 2016

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Jon Creeden Ottawa, Ontario

Forever in search of the world's best burrito, Jon Creeden & the Flying Hellfish will keep releasing records and playing sweaty shows until the quest is complete.

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