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Skin Behind The Shroud

by Cursed Arrows

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1.
they're all out in droves tonight drunk drones from the idiot hive filling aisles from back to front a parade or an enemy gun? an enemy gun stocking bunkers with years of food not likely on the same latitude warning signs have been erased one foot here, one foot in the grave an empty memory bank an empty memory bank you never got to tell the most important part crushed it in my hand, never had a chance mouth ahead of brain, the curse drives me insane what might they need to be convinced? a lonely path and such lonely plans it'll all work out in the end three bells toll in a desperate land an empty memory bank an empty memory bank the edge of the night moves back when we push and words that we speak sink to the deep bred into the bone, just as we were shown an empty memory bank an empty memory bank
2.
the river sat at the end of that street i wasn't there in the gravel pit three lives in a rock slide that day breaking bottles on the mile hill hide in the woods with the weird kids went back alone found a skull and took it home felt sad and tried to will it back most of the world is just an ocean the consequence lives in our heads vagrants sleep outside laboratories held hostage hostage... do i ever make sense to you? do the words i say ever ring true? polls show that the skin behind the shroud is pink with carefree chemicals carefree chemicals
3.
make noises because your hands don't work because your words don't work give me your tired hands give me your weak words there's no connection to the past when she's got her neck all twisted up again no reflection in the glass when she leans in inhales your scent again call me when you figure out how to get that song out of your head your entity precedes your music i'll stumble home i'll carry myself you say until i fall to the ground we'll carry each other there's an empty grave somewhere waiting for me devoid of character like a kid without a home like a piece of rolling stone think about burning out and rape and heroin and a karmic house of cards and a cross around your neck sit on a stump and cry for hours the great ones hide their natures while charlatans fool us all by acting like saints scared when i enter the room don't let them see my eyes the blue striking clouded minds sing a song with fear in its heart not lonely enough to be approached white ravens black ice cream cones this house is haunted green eyes, yellow eyes all eyes inside, inside inside the wind hooks and pulls at your skin hardly noticing the state you're in you want to be connected but you sit close to the exit you want to be connected but you sit close to the exit we get together we must ride when we're stuck our heads collide swallowing the good moments until my throat hurts moving towards a real disaster moving towards a real disaster hitch up the car for this disaster hitch up the car for this disaster see the man in the tall black hat he looks at me, i step back can't even play him a real song unless it's dumb enough for everyone axes, screwdrivers forced in your hands put them down 'cause you're not violent screaming at you till my chest hurts till we best our worst hardly noticing the state you're in you want to be connected but you sit close to the exit you want to be connected but you sit close to the exit moving towards a real disaster moving towards a real disaster hitch up the car for this disaster hitch up the car for this disaster
4.
simmer down take your head off it's crown sing like phantom sound give the one you're married to something to carry through settle down 'cause it only gets worse the longer you carry on secret clouds that you can't live on you can't live on props himself up with a sigh and longing gaze he says, "i only want you with me," he says, "i only want you with me." pulls herself down so she can look him in the eye she says, "you won't see me gone," she says, "you won't see me gone." hate the space and the city you're in save face, save the pity you're in your fins hand over your sister find another, brother you won't even miss her when your senses recover hand over your sister find another, brother you won't even miss her when your senses recover millions of eyes become one in the blue millions of eyes become one in the blue rest and be kind and be cruel and be true millions of eyes making love in the blue rest and be kind and be cruel and be true and be true he says, "your only friends are the ones you can spend. you're a sad wreck - sad as an un-cashed cheque." she says, "i only give what i'm willing to get, and i gave you everything that i had left."
5.
boiling blood in the honest sun our design will be the catalyst gag the people who know better the man outside with the whip and crooked veins asks, "when will your heart slow? it rolls fast and hard as rock." sticky circus floor cigarette air winds you up like a clock turning itself back to lift you up drain the leaves of all their blood we're in for the kill again we're in for the kill again on black ice in thick smoke first you fall then you choke every time hard to read? you're hard to lead all the time hard to feed? i've got what you need all the time all the time...
6.
Laundry Room 05:05
dead mouse rolled up in a carpet peeling green painted walls laundry room is the only option when you're the neighbourhood black swan breathing dust and stepping on screws aside from money we've got nothin' to lose here's the rent, what's the problem? here's the rent, what's the problem? here's the rent, not a problem here's the rent, not a problem so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love in love, in love so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love in love, in love give into another disaster hot water on your open wounds sweatshop headset, use it as a weapon only got money to lose strap on an apron, be degraded let them crawl, it's your last call here's the rent, what's the problem? here's the rent, what's the problem? here's the rent, not a problem here's the rent, not a problem so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love in love, in love so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love in love, in love taking out the trash taking in the rules taking out the trash taking in the rules taking out the trash taking in the rules taking out the trash taking in the rules little boy in red on the wall his vacant stare at the daughter of the man who's taken over his home of the man who's taken over his home little boy in red on the wall his vacant stare at the daughter of the man who's taken over his home of the man who's taken over his home so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love so frustrated, so in love in love, in love

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"Toronto transplants Cursed Arrows continue their thoughtful grunganaut explorations with this five-song cassette. The marriage of sounds sometimes recalls Nirvana, sometimes the Breeders, with pleasing and surprising departure on the jangly “Carefree Chemicals,” which sounds a bit like a hippie anthem if it were penned by the Who."
~The Coast (Canada)

"Two-piece bands never fail to amaze me. I love to hear how far two people can push it. Cursed Arrows rock this buzzed-out, plug-in-and-go sound with a sort-of back-of-the-throat coarseness that reminds of me of Nirvana at times."

~Alan Cross (Canada)
ajournalofmusicalthings.com

“One in the Blue” (for which there is a pretty crazy music video) takes the grungy guitar to the “ominous” level and the dual vocals of Ryan and Jack E work well here. “In For the Kill” is an even better show of the duo’s fantastic chemistry. Finally the EP ends with “Laundry Room” which sounds like a list of neuroses. There are lots of repeated phrases such as “So frustrated, so in love” but with an intensity that makes one think that these are all seriously eating away at the narrator’s heads."
~Grayowl Point (Canada)

"The six song EP finds Cursed Arrows mining some familiar (but still very potent) ground: their buzzsaw guitar-and-drum attacks still fuse together perfectly with bittersweet hooks and harmonies. That’s not to say they’re treading water though — they find time to bust out the drum machine on “One In The Blue” and some spoken word on “Close To The Exit.”"
~Two Way Monologues (Canada)

"“Carefree Chemicals” sets a gritty, surprisingly breakneck pace from the outset and takes the foot off the gas only for a couple brief moments as the duo sing about the price one can pay to try and fit in. “In For The Kill” might be my favourite song on the EP as they seem to revisit the 90′s for a wall of heavy noise accented by guitar solos and a melodic hook. They aren’t afraid to experiment and throw a few curveballs either, as the spoken word intro on “Close To The Exit” and the synthesized drums on “One In The Blue” provide a couple of interesting touches."
~Herohill (Canada)

credits

released November 8, 2011

All songs by Cursed Arrows, 2011 SOCAN.

Ry N Stanley - Vocals, Guitars
Jack E Stanley - Vocals, Drums, Guitars on 4, 5.

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Cursed Arrows, 2010.

Special thanks to Out of Sound Records.

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Cursed Arrows Nova Scotia

Our music seeks to translate and transmute our love and humanity into a listenable format. We live with our son, Fox, in close proximity to the sea in South Shore Nova Scotia. We released our 7th full length record, Crone, in 2022.

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