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by Mabel 1918

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    Recorded and Produced by Michael McCay
    Artwork designed by Justo Cisneros

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    Our debut EP in a shrink wrapped Jacket with artwork provided by Justo Cisneros. For those who need that new CD smell.

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Debut EP

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released 18 November 2012
Recorded and Produced by Michael McCay of Indian Giver Records
All Songs Written/Performed by Glasgow

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Track Name: Forgotten
I watch it grow...so beautiful, how young eyes breathe clean
Permanently Iced Stare with a warm auxiliary

I watch it glow...with all the feelings
of a riot scene Violence Passion
built with pure energy

You and I've forgotten all our actions
Now it seems that we are only words
Mired in different shades of reaction
We are drowning in grey seas from a lack of verbs

I watch it grow...past the point
of involuntary positing
we lost that when we left the mezzanine

Is this our outro...tell me where do we go
in this search for the riveting
in this life obsessed with the synergy
Track Name: Automatic
The drive from the club, to Austin's divey Pabst clubs
lasted longer than it should

The Y was even farther when it caught up to me
in a damp lonely parking lot

I said hey how are you
she said hey it's me

I heard what did you do
and I explained in this scene
Track Name: WWO
When we are older
Will the rain still look good on you, with the thoughts cascading round you
Like what it takes to be a man

Like a soldier
Will you tear down the walls of blue, the jury's thinking yes you do
but the defense will not rest

Till it's over
So before we hit that closing scene, I want every moment like a terminal being
Your sweat your eyes your breathe

So I told you
With no word on I-35, I'll remember this moment till I do
So beautifully bright in the grainy strewn skies

Northbound and we are flowing smoothly
These sounds...they cool and soothe me
The car..it swerves with eyes in rear view mirrors
Facing forward...we race to escape this violent sea