The First Part

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released August 8, 2014

Matthew Johnston- Vocals, Guitar
Jimmy Moore- Bass
Matt Taylor- Drums

Produced by- Gary Laney and The First Part
Engineered by- Gary Laney at Lakeside Recording (lakesiderecordingstudio112@gmail.com)
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering (saffmastering.com)

All songs written by Matthew Johnston ASCAP
All songs published by Palmwood Music (palmwoodmusic@hotmail.com)

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The First Part San Angelo, Texas

Matthew Johnston: vocals/guitar, Jimmy Moore: bass, Matt Taylor: drums

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Track Name: Would Be Queen
You hang your head down so that all one sees is hair. And your hands, they disappear behind that veil so I'm not there. Consolations are deflected with a curse. Filling holes in with a list of wishes revisited, forgetting how they burn. Posturing, your only recourse. Maybe then they'll all leave you alone. Wearing heat resistant clothes, so no one knows that your blood is boiling hotter than your skin can take. And your words are having trouble finding form. It is imperative that you release your screams. And that I am there to take them on the chin. No, you're nothing like her. You're my little girl. But you're raging like a cannon ball while resembling a pearl. Catching bullets in my teeth might be easier than the seemingly Sisyphean task to fix it all; to make everything right.
Track Name: The Catalyst
The catalyst for everything I might have done sits across from me staring with blackened, teary eyes and disappointed corners of a mouth pursed tightly, begging forgiveness. The fissures in my method, growing wider everyday. Running jumps to clear those gaps. I'm tangled in these dreams of greatness; tangled in these dreams of you. Don't cut me loose, it's really warm. Tonight I'm stretching out the reel, re-watching outtakes from another failed attempt to make good on promises. Though I guess it doesn't really matter now except as, maybe, a didactic tool to ensure that I never repeat you. To be fair, some blame falls on my shoulders too. But not a lot. You must admit that. Though I seem to gravitate toward falling stars with bloody hands, I can't excuse your willingness to join me stretching out the reel, re-watching outtakes from another failed attempt to make good on promises. Though, I guess, it doesn't really matter now, except as maybe a didactic tool to ensure that I never repeat you. What's more, you let me carry on without a clue. Letting this fool rush in to make believe that I had a shot at hope. And I can't help but to admire your control. Though, I maybe misinterpreting your fear to tread upon my corpse, for a reconsideration of your choice to kill my only chance. It's unnecessarily complicated.
Track Name: Perfect Hair
I am ashamed to say I think of you, I think of perfect hair. 'Cause what was underneath was killing you, the poisonous despair. So many times I wished that you would just leave and take your pain with you. And then you did, and now I find that I just can't forgive myself. Another war, another goddamn war cliche. It wore you well. And all my reasoning could not deliver you out of your hell. So many times I wished that you would just leave and take your pain with you. And then you did, and now I find that I just can't forgive you. Which isn't fair, I will admit. This is just me trying to cope with all my guilt, with all your guilt, with everything affected. Conflict grinding down alacrity. And as you tried hard to reconcile "His" will you opted to drown the jungle-rot that ate through every part of you. Festered in your chair. Rooting deep in shallow soil, and though your leaves were not that brown you let them fall. I let them fall. Conflict grinding down alacrity. And as you tried hard to reconcile "making it home" I fought with you, I fought with myself, and the helplessness that we both endured, you chose to drown the answers, drown the jungle-rot that ate through almost every part of you. Festered in your chair. Rooting deep in toxic soil. And though your leaves were not that brown you let them fall. I let them fall. Forever raking up. Your curse I will bare for failing you, although. I hope to fall far from your tree and stay your rotting echo wired in this brain, with what hope remains.
Track Name: Honor Among Theives
It might do well for you to just admit you stole it. But modesty prevents you from taking any credit for the job. I kinda left it unguarded. But, still, you broke in. Cracked an open safe and made out like a bandit. Though I am a liar and a thief, to be sure. You were a colleague of mine in a life of crime. Pilfering hearts from one anther, guiltlessly enjoying our big score. And now we're holed up underground, living well. Put down those eyes, put down that smile. Put 'em down before someone gets hurt. And by "someone," of course I mean me.you kinda left it unguarded. It seemed too easy. I walked right in and took it for my own before you knew. Here's to the triumph of a couple children of hopeless romance. All around this city we get those looks reserved for the very wealthy. Latching on to what is precious, we hold each other like time forgot us. They'll write the tale. Forget our names. But fortune will regard us with a smile.