prey​/​predator

by Tracer Metula

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Ten-track full length album coming soon from Kindercore Vinyl!

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released September 29, 2018

songs by Jacob Hunt • performed by Jacob Hunt, John Craig, Blake Tabb, Billy Justineau, Tim Haney, and Brett Clanton • recorded by Billy Justineau, Jacob Hunt, Dan Dixon, and Luci Giaranno • mixed by Greg Norman • mastered by Joel Hatstat

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Tracer Metula Atlanta, Georgia

Tracer Metula is an "indie rock" combo from Atlanta, GA. They sound like early Weezer through a post-punk filter with an extra dose of garage rock. From time to time, their lyrics rhyme.

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Track Name: ugly animals
at the edge of our affordable neighborhood
i riding my bike
where the lawns are no longer cut and the woods
grow deep as they like

in the beginning isn’t it good?

with the eyes in the shadows upon me
i’m of ambivalent mind
adoring authorities are horrified
in spite of no bites

in the beginning isn’t it good?
i hate the ending—i hate the middle too

my blessing bothers me even now
my blessings all defy believin’ (now)

you take all the ugly animals far away
so sick at the sight
you lock ‘em up and you leave ‘em banging the cage
no longer a fright!

oh no what do i do? i’m stuck
stuck on the thought of you
oh my sense is meaningless

oh no what do i do? i’m stuck
stuck on the thought of you
all my sense assembles lies
all my sense assembles lies

i won’t run and hide
when you come for me
i won’t even bite
i’ll tranquilly take to my cage

it’s alright now oh
so stop pretendin’ oh
it’s alright now oh
just stop
Track Name: get well
am i beloved enough
to offset your shitty tragedy?
am i unlucky enough
to remove you from memory?

ha ha! got some laughter that you ought to take
how could i be? how could even i be?
hold on to your stomach if it starts to ache
how could i be? i’ll get even…

either way i’m ashamed of offering therapy in spite of you

oh how you hated your health
in the city sanatoria
oh now you doctor yourself
with a chemical curative

ah ah… little brother, how sick have you been?
hook an i.v. hook another i.v.
oh nobody has a better medicine
hook an i.v. i’ll get even…

either way i’m ashamed of wanting your suffering to end now
what am i supposed to do?

how long will you struggle to get well?
i’m sick of visiting hours

either way i’m ashamed of wanting all your suffering to end now
what am i to do? do do what you do
and now i’m waiting for some harm to come to you

God, give us a convalescent without a future, past, or present
another rush like before can’t drive a spike into a sunset

how long will you struggle to get well?
i’m sick of visiting
(that’s true believe it or not)

oh isn’t isn’t she lucky?
a life less harrowing now
how long? how long? how long?
what am i to do?
Track Name: the knife bleeds too
a sublet for accommodations buried underground
we’ll make the neighbors wonder “why’s that racket so lovely now?”
but our momentary “all for” faded into non-existence
same as ever
the population of the suburbs was no lover for me

box my junk up once again
and say “why thank you”

altho my alma mater thought her boy would be returning
i will never
the babies in the nursery curse me cos i don’t stick around
never break a promise, never make a promise
lately where’s your heart at?
never let me have it, never let me have it
give it to me

talk to me don’t talk to me about anything
talk to me don’t talk to me about
whose hearts are made for one another

talk to me don’t talk to me
i don’t believe in anything
and getting older
wouldn’t be so bad

talk to me don’t talk to me
i don’t believe in anything
and getting older
wouldn’t be so untimely
had i vocation

even if i use every moment, every avenue
coming into view, approaching me altho i sit still
nothing can remove what regret is cutting into me
and the knife bleeds too because the knife’s my very own