Shibboleth

by Whitewash

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Debut LP and first studio-quality recording project by NYC independent band Whitewash.

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released 19 May 2015

Recorded and mixed by Mike Hurst at The Pancake Factory (Gowanus). Mastered by Alex Saltz (Astoria). Produced by Whitewash and Mike Hurst.

Sam Thornton - guitar, synthesizers, vocals
Evan Glazman - drums, vocals, keys, toy piano
Jonathan Ben-Menachem - bass
Aram Demirdjian - guitar, vocals

Album artwork photography by Cameron Mattis (www.cmatt.is) and editing/illustration by Sofia Salama

Our undying thanks goes to: Ryan, Liz, Mike, Alex, Isaac, Rafael, Jakob, Josh, Niccolo, Tim, Peter, Rachel, Mark, Dani, Neil, Natalia, Matthew, Gabriel, Acadia, Tamir, Molly, Kristi, James, Erik, Jakob, Andy, Kevin, Kailar, Jason, Cheyne, Roupen, Tatiana, Gabriella, Zach, Nadine, and Sekita.

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Track Name: Hunger Strike
Sustain me completely
Energize my body
Nevermind, I feel fine
Pay no mind to craving

I feel weak, I’m spinning
The demons, are gnawing
So eagerly

Suddenly I feel free
Why can’t it be, perpetually?

Consuming my body
Decompose inside me
So easily

I feel weak, I’m spinning
You tell me, who’s winning
This tug of war

Suddenly I feel free
Why can’t it be, perpetually?
Track Name: Member
I know it’s loud
When you’re in my house
Now I’m in your head
My eyes turning red

The kids’ll still be hip
When you take your hand off my shoulder

They know how you feel
They tell you it’s not real
I know you’re dying on the inside
I know you’re dying on the inside

I know you’re proud
How I handle such a crowd
Now I’m in my head
Now I’m in my head

It’s not an easy thing to see
But I don’t need your sympathy

They know how you feel
They tell you it’s not real
Are you trying to get inside?
Are you trying to get inside?

You don’t know what to do
When they blame it all on you
Are you trying to get inside?
Are you trying to get inside?

They know how you feel
They tell you it’s not real
Are you dying for some insight?
I know you’re dying to get inside
Track Name: Pantomime
It's what you wanted at the time
Or was it all just pantomime
Can't tell what is and isn't mine
It's getting better all the time

It's getting better all the time(x4)

running blind, starved of lime, might be sick, all the time

The residue of wasted time
Making a fuss of petty crime
Until then I'll toe the line
I'm getting better all the time

I'm getting better all the time (x4)

state of mind, waiting line, pantomime, faking fine
Track Name: Dissociative Episode
What is it to walk away
What is it to leave this place behind?
Feeling fugue state
Feeling fugue state

What is it to walk away
What is it to play a different game (?)
Feeling fugue state
Feeling fugue state

I’m trying to remember anything you said
Through all this shit that’s running round inside of my head
I’m feeling like (I’m feeling like) I cannot face a friend

I wish my skin would stop crawling away
It’s moving rather fast these days, all grey
Feeling fugue state
Feeling fugue state

I’m trying to remember anything I said
Through all this shit that’s running round inside of my head
I’m feeling like (I’m feeling like) I'm running from myself

I’m feeling like (I’m feeling like) I cannot face a friend
My face is painted till the end
Track Name: Saudade
crowded soul, what inside can be shown
creeps in slow, approach woeful plateau
just please, please, let your essence flow
you’ll need it when you’re grown

sunken floe, deep structure held below
iceberg in the water, tranquilize your ego
speak don’t show, just make your end your own
you’ll find it when you’re grown
Track Name: Tentacle
Tentacles across the heather
Waiting for the springtime weather
Dig the earth, to it you’re tethered now

Paper tiger military
Helicopter mother Mary
Pay your salary in gasoline

On the sea / let it be
You can’t grow / Tentacle

Desert lands have clouded vision
Human rights are no diversion
Petrified position Palestine

Nail a hammer through your children
Women under supervision
Undergo transition, satellite

Take it slow / in the snow
Let it grow / Tentacle