opium LP

by Angeltown

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Please note that this album is an artifact in my life. A limb I want to remove. I'm ashamed of this album but it was a breakthrough of sorts. When you're a young musician and you finally learn how to notate music and write songs, you tend to say things you'll regret. This album is one of them. The description down below was left as-is.

Thank you for listening, if you did. If not, I understand.
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An album relating to alot of things. There's no accurate way of summing up this demo album without saying there was alot of rage fueling this. It was also written and recorded in about two weeks? Maybe a week. It was a very fast week or two. Opium was originally an EP. But that kinda got fucked over when I just didn't shut up.

Really, this album was recorded during a religious breakdown of sorts. I cut off everyone but 4 people. I played until my fingers hurt and my voice wore out. I'm surprised more themes of god didn't play into this.

This album utilizes alot of Stream of Consciousness singing too.

Themes? Moving, Sex, Relationships, Death, Shitty Friends. You know, a standard album. But with a way-too-lofi-of-a-touch and a whole lotta anger. I hated leaving Atlanta but I saw the path I was going down and I wasn't liking it.

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released March 9, 2017

J King: Everything
Covers: Original Artist

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MEGATAPE is basically a compilation of everything I've ever done that isn't related to my main project, Angeltown.

It updates with every album release. Sometimes, I throw in random singles.

It's not very good but im proud of "hell is a happy place" and "Synthtape 8".
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Track Name: god damn the sun/hiding
Michael Gira's "God Damn The Sun" being sung late at night.
My stepfather was upstairs trying to sleep and I had to keep quiet to not wake him up but I wanted to yell so god damn badly from what I remember.
I don't remember anything about "Hiding" other than the fact it was made.
Track Name: blue bonnet state park
this is gonna be a common theme amongst this "album" since I don't remember making this, like, at all. I know it's in DADGAD. Or maybe it's in Drop D? There's a capo involved. I think it's suppose to be an alt theme to Sun Kil Moon's seminal song, "Doo Koo Kim", but hey, what do I know?
Track Name: the devil and I (demo i)
comment, then lyrics.
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comment: I recorded this on a very sad day. I remember that. I also remember that I sent this to the love of my life and she liked it alot. So that makes me fond of this song a bit more despite the fact it was a demo.
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lyrics:
Track Name: 6-16-2016 (the river)
I was drunk on my old best friend's back porch while singing this. I chugged a bottle of Bacardi that his dad had given us. I was fucking smashed and his children were like "we can't let him go home in this condition, he'll be killed", so I basically stayed the night at their house (very nice of them to do). We lit torches and walked dogs. That was a good night. I was very high on great weed too. If I had a girl there with me beforehand, I would've called it one of the best nights of my life.

Miss you, pal. Sorry I ditched you a week and a half before moving away forever. I hope you're doing alright, Issac.
Track Name: Love Will Not Be What You Picture It To Be/Friends Will Not Be Who They Seem To Be
I know I was fucking pissed when I made this. SOC lyrics. I just flipped the switch on and started strumming. Now we got this.
I like the little "oh-oh-OHHHHH" because I use that same thing on other songs that aren't on this album. If you could call this an album.
Track Name: Eyes/Caress My Rib Cage/God As My Witness
I actually found the lyric files for this song!
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Eyes

eyes as cruel as the sun
eyes as crude as a son
you're living but not breathing
you're teething but not eating
incestual rape
the feeling of father taking your name
instinctive hate
the smell of cum and alcohol on your
breath and shame
breathing in, breathing in, oxygen
breathing out, breathing out, tamoxifen
you'll live with the consequence.

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Caress My Rib Cage

as ugly as I may put myself out to be
you know I wont do a damn thing
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And I can't feel the way your hands
caress my rib cage
and I can feel the way you want
something of me
And I can feel the eyes of someone
following me
and I can feel the pounding of the boots
on the floor I don't recoginize
recognize (recognize)
recognize the way you move your feet
like a slumbering paradox
you move your eyes like a solified
molasses, such a flummox
and of the dark of the communist room
the past is illuminated by you
and I can't feel the way your hands
caress my rib cage (caressing a hope
of something from the body)
and I can't feel the way your hands
caress my rib cage.
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God As My Witness

god as my witness
god as my church
I will revel in sin
and you will take me in
and keep me away
from those dirty hands
that lure me into him
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Annnnnd whatever comes after that is basically SOC. Neat.
Track Name: instrumentals/i'm gonna bury you alive (Jesus Christ)
1. Various instrumentals (that I didn't put lyrics to because it was probably a one-take and that's it.)
2. All I know about Jesus Christ is that I was walking home from a gas station when I was recording it. The phone was in my pocket and I was basically just strumming and singing until something good came out of me. Walking everyday is actually a good method of getting your juices flowing in general. I use to walk everyday and write lyrics but now I kinda stay inside more and just make more demos (that aren't as lo-fi as this).
Track Name: The Recognition Scene (The Mountain Goats)/Baby For Nuns
1. Bad Mountain Goats cover from my favorite MG album, Sweden. Though, half of The Mountain Goats discography is pretty solid. Give em a kick.
2. I think it is probably a NMH rip-off considering two songs down that there's a cover of it. Maybe not.
Track Name: Bailey/Cristal
Bailey is a wonderful girl who happens to be the love of my life. She's wonderful in every way possible and im glad I got to see her that day. She came all the way up from Jacksonville to Atlanta just to see me for a day. We sung this from our tent in the woods, as noted in the song.
Cristal is my best friend. She just gave me a tattoo and it was my last time that I was seeing her in Georgia. I sang this on the way home. It rained that afternoon. I was sad to see her go.
Track Name: "Edgar"/Engine (NMH)/Baby for Pree (NMH)
I don't remember making Edgar at all! I remember like, 5 seconds of singing it. Not a very noteworthy song, I presume. Edgar was named after J Edgar Hoover and it comes from his movie with Leonardo Dicaprio in it and there's this scene where he's trying to tell his mother that he's gay or something or something relating to his sexuality in a heavily veiled metaphor but his mother is kinda wonky and just goes off about children and shit and says something relating to babies and how important it is to find that famous missing baby that we're all aware of and she said "if you don't find that baby, the blood is on your hands" which inspired this song.
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Edgar

we are the sinners, edgar
we tolerated lawlessness in the land
until it grew too great to control with a hand

the baby's blood is on our hands, edgar
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Am C Em
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SOC for whatever comes after that.
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2 Neutral Milk Hotel covers because fuck you, my album.
Track Name: Going Home
I'll be the first to say that this was a huge rip off of Hank Williams. Much respect to him and his music.
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im going home
to the place that I belong
and I won't be
coming back anymore
the sweet smell of relief
my body on heaven's shore
im going home
to the place that I belong
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Track Name: various songs/The Ballad Of Atlanta
Various Songs = lots of covers.
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The Ballad Of Atlanta came to me when I blocked/cut out everyone in my life (except for Bailey, Cris, Graham, and Senecy, who has a song written for her) because, quite honestly, they were shitty people. I take that back. Some of them were good. Like Greg. He's a nice dude. Great guitarist. But in all honesty, I needed to cut him and everyone associated with Atlanta that was doomed to be fucked out of my life. This is about the time I had that religious break and let a shit ton of anger fester in me.
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The Ballad Of Atlanta (Caps because I had to remind myself to scream horribly).
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And I realized that I wasted three years of my life
talking to people who said they loved me
but didn't bother to see me
I blocked my entire friend's list
I blocked my ex's numbers
I blocked my best friend's number
I cannot contain so much anger
I connected the dots at 12:30 at night
as I am in a bed, only fifteen feet from my step-father
I cannot believe I wasted my life
in a town that didn't care for me
I cannot believe that I was so deep in denial
That I let myself become a different person
just so I wouldn't have to be lonely.
I was so deep in denial, I would accept leeches in exchange
for loniliness. But I only found myself to be
more alone than before
I did drugs, I drank, I was starting a bad path
These aren't people I'm meant to talk to.
THESE ARENT PEOPLE IM MEANT TO TALK TO
AND I WASTED THREE YEARS
STARING AT A COMPUTER SCREEN
I DID NOT CALL MY FRIENDS
I BECAME ONLY MORE SELF-ABSORBED
I BECAME ONLY MORE LOUDER
TO HAVE MY VOICE HEARD AND TO ONLY BE IGNORED
I IGNORED MYSELF
THEY KEPT ON SPEAKING
FOR YEARS OF ATTEMPTING TO BE BETTER THAN THE PERSON NEXT TO ME
ONLY TO REALIZE I STOOPED TO THEIR LEVEL
I GAVE UP
I NEARLY LOST MY WILL TO LIVE
I GAVE UP
I NEARLY LOST MY WILL TO LIVE
JESUS CHRIST IM GONNA BURY YOU ALL ALIVE
JESUS CHRIST IM GONNA BURY YOU ALIVE
IVE BEEN TALKING TO PEOPLE WHO SAID THEY LOVED ME BUT DIDNT BOTHER TO SEE ME
I CANNOT CONTAIN SO MUCH ANGER
I CANNOT CONTAIN THE RAGE I CANNOT I CANNOT I CANNOT I CANNOT

I get social anxiety from people I use to talk to
I see them on the street and I avoid them
because I left things unsaid
But I don't mind, they can guess what I had to say.
they can guess
what I meant when I called them all "worthless"
perhaps I meant myself, perhaps this low self-esteem is eating me.
who knows and who cares.
I let it consume it and it'll be better for me to cut off the people
who no longer talk to me.
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Some previous song lyrics were connected into this song. This is kinda like the "heart" of this album. The big crescendo of sorts. Democendo?
Who cares. It's badly written and sung. I'm embarrassed of this song now but hey, it's part of the record.
However, this wasn't suppose to be the "heart" of the record. The "heart" of the record was a song called "Would (Could)" and it was much longer lyric and involved 3 parts, a john cage recordng, and more instruments. Perhaps I'll record it some day. The lyrics were much more emotionally packed than this song was.
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Track Name: murderer/god damn the sun (chorus only)
Murderer was on the spot.
"God Damn The Sun" was kinda this album's kicker. It's mantra of sorts. Though, this is the chorus only.
Track Name: untitled/thin square glasses/senecy's song
1. Untitled is an instrumental. No information.
2. Thin Square Glasses was about a friend/junkie I knew named Kaelyn. Her father was an alcoholic. Her mother was a smack addict. She was neglected/abused. She lived a shit life. I wish the best for her since she's really good at music. She wanted to own a restaurant if I remember.
3. Senecy's Song was just Senecy going "hey write me a song" and I went "it's not gonna be good but alright" and now we're left with this organ demo of sorts.
Track Name: various covers/ascension into a murder
As the title says. No information about it.
Track Name: hell is a happy place
I don't remember anything about this other than the fact the file name is "OPIUM ENDING THING". It's apparently suppose to be you, the listener, (as noted by the file that came with it), fading into obscurity. To be forgotten, because that's how I felt in Atlanta. Forgotten. Trashed.
I loved the house I was in but that house consumed me. I loved the place I lived in but the longer I stayed there, the more I realized I was about to head down a very bad path. The summer of 2016 wasn't a nice summer until I moved to my uncle's.