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Pond Music EP

by Portage

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You rationed harsh words and a soft smoke. As the streets of Kent run crisp with snow. Eyelids sink, anchoring our ever lightened skulls. Dead friends won't talk to me anymore, despite the seances I host. (This will make you fall in love… it has to) All the trespasses I would forget just to share a bed. When the ghosts I'm conjuring for company pervert my head. ...and I'm afraid again. I will not forget the part i played in this. Lipstick, lace and a back seat's patience. But rear window road salt film keeps pasts latent. Sex symbols and coital color schemes. I could fall in love with anything. With the cling of white knuckles, I am weak in my youth. Storm the bottle, lick the wound. With the cling of white knuckles, I am weak in my youth. Storm the bottle, lick the wound.
2.
Romance is dead so I'm only writing to cloy. If wisdom's the enemy of sanity and joy. I think of you always but in intimate lore. Stop me now if you've heard this one before. (Stop me now if you've heard this one before.) I'm damming the river 'neath your bridge with my car. Easy on the eyes, you filled all my blanks with scars. Pain and pens are my only friends. And you'll be the talk of this town forever. I've got a tightened grip on my crippled glint. So I'll never get better. My heart could be the poster boy for cardiac arrest. From the way it looks right now cuffed to my veins in your stead. Where we'd talk all day with our hands. And fight through the night with our lips.
3.
Denim 03:21
Just admit that you're turned on. With a couple hundred ways to die too young. I could turn a phrase in a million and one. Charming situations. Say, "It's the last thing we need right now." And so help me, I'll leave right now. These godless back roads take me home. To brush the dirt off my jeans and look less vulnerable. The days we spent in wooded yards and dirty ponds couldn't quench my thirst. I'm a poet but a prophet first divining how to get hurt worse, when bleeding couldn't quench my thirst. She tastes of coffee breath. While there's flavored smoke caught in the hairs on my lip. And her eyes, a cynical brown like mine. Death's not our wish, but a fashion design. She's got my shirt on but nothing underneath. She's got my shirt and my neck in her teeth. She's got my shirt on but nothing underneath. Just admit that you're turned on. With a couple hundred ways to die too young. I could turn a phrase in a million and one. Charming situations.
4.
Satan's on my spine, came to claim his pound of flesh. But my body isn't mine, long since given it to a friend. He says they all come and go but son, I am forever. Well yeah, I know they go so now I am there wherever. We took up only space and left behind only time. As we remember every taste of iron. I choose who I call family. Never one to care who shared the features of this face. And that love means more than blood to me.
5.
In what do I believe? I'm the product of a coin toss haloed by smoke-rings. In what do I believe? Nothing kills quite like divorce and deities. The forecast for my head is inclement. And my nervous habit's picking at the skin around my fingertips. Fighting your impressions knowing damn well where they lead. Eating hearts of unrequital, using guns to clean my teeth. How's a love that's never given the only kind we ever lose? I can't follow your footsteps but I'll always wear your shoes. I've known grins and grievances, But I left some past in the baggage claim. I've known grins and grievances, Of that last plane, that last plane. With a backwash baptism's cleaning of slate. You can have your god, but don't tell me he's great. If I walk in these shoes do I have to fill them whole? Five days shy of thirteen, shoes to grow into you left for me.
6.
Who get's what they pay for when it comes to spending time? Cause I have wasted weeks at decades on the dime. But in recent news I'm drinking heavily, I hope you only find that flattering. And save for your name, I haven't said a single word in days. Homesick, but don't know where that is for me. All rooms were renovated, empty walls they hold no comforting. The doorway of your lips let somebody else come in. And rob the only place I ever lived. Literary relationships. "Consider me dead from now on." Salivary inked post scripts. "Consider me dead from now on." Rusting usefulness, move me out of sight. Revoke my hospice in her mind, revoke my hospice in her. I am read well enough for her body language colloquy. When awkward glances made an atheist of me. ...an atheist of me. The only place I ever lived. An atheist, an atheist. (Consider me dead from now on)
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Pond Music 02:25
8.
You reserve the right to change your mind. I've walked farther home alone. Let's talk about life buried by the underpass. Climbing trees to reach a dream above the overcast. With a half cup of courage. We'll worship in temples of skin. Let's talk about life buried by the underpass. Climbing trees to reach a dream above the overcast. Wishing my chest were soft under your head. That I knew a view of the room from your bed. Let's talk about life buried by the underpass. Climbing trees to reach a dream above the overcast. White tail. We were our own gods for the season you were here. But changed our faiths along with the year. Maddie Finn: Tread quietly inside my mind and i will never let you sleep alone again. You were endless. Chances lay dead in the field that you led me to; and so do I. Justify actions with animal brains and doe eyes. Smoke blinds us in the best way. Take your wounds and make haste. I'll chew you up and keep you there until I'm sick of the taste.

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This is Pond Music.
All songs written and performed by Portage.
Additional lyrics in "Venison" written by Maddie Finn.
This will make you fall in love.

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released September 29, 2014

Thank you to Kingmaker, Slow to Speak, and Envoi for lending us their vocalists. Support them and their music. Without them, this wouldn't be the same. Thank you for listening, it means the world to us.

Artwork concept by Isaac Thomas and brought to life by Dylan Diblik.

Pond Music was recorded by Portage at Starship Sounds Studio in Deerfield, OH and mixed by Steve Perrino of Compass Audio.

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Portage is an Emo/Math Rock band from Cleveland, Ohio.

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Isaac - Bass
Eric - Drums
Justin - Guitar
Zach - Guitar

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