Eat The Roses

by The Shitty Haircut Club

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an album about life, death, love, and loss.


Free to download but any money spent on this album will be allocated towards continuing this project and for helping fellow artists with their projects. Thank you all for the support :)

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released April 27, 2017

Agua Bugly for the album artwork
Brad Craft for the guidance and support
Pat the Bunny for the song

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The Shitty Haircut Club Connecticut

Folk Punk and DIY from Connecticut.

Trying to make something genuine, honest, and politically conscious.

With No Mans Records: nomansrecords.bandcamp.com

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Track Name: Spin Cycle of Life
Each new day parodies the one before and its not all that comical anymore, whether you're soundly sleeping with the one you call your lover or your drunk and passed out with a bottle on the floor, life will unfold in familiar ways. Same old patterns, same old problems, day after day, until it all finally comes to a close, we're stuck spinning in a washing machine like dirty clothes.

and we'll go round and round and round and round and round until we die. We'll sit here, kicking up stones and rocks, putting dust over our eyes. Constantly crashing and hitting the walls that hold us in. Fighting a battle in a war, we we're never meant to win.

woke up more tired than before I fell asleep and I'm afraid I'll lose those memories I know I just cant keep them forever, but still i'm going to try, cause eventually they'll turn to ash and so will I. So will I, so will I. The road I walked down yesterday is the same road I'll walk down tomorrow, could you maybe throw me a life raft or else I'll drown in this ocean of sorrow. I swear I didn't plan to get this melodramatic, but what else can you expect when my thoughts are so goddamn erratic.

and we'll go round and round and round and round and round until we die. We'll sit here, kicking up stones and rocks, putting dust over our eyes. Constantly crashing and hitting the walls that hold us in. Fighting a battle in a war, we we're never meant to win.
Track Name: Assertions of An Asshole Awaiting Amnesia
As much as I resent you, I lack the strength to let you go
I don't love you anymore, I don't miss you, I don't know
cause these memories are like gravity they'll always find a new way to pull me down.
I'm afraid I'll always be too much of coward to ever get up off this ground.


So i'll pray the neurosurgeons synthesize a method to erase things from our heads,if that day does come while i'm alive, you'll find me waiting in line.
cause I see your face every night before I go to bed.

You're still reaching out for me, right there in my head. I think I ought to smack your hand away, every chance I get. Cause all I want these days is the liberty to move on and the freedom to forget.
I hope you're doing well, I hope you're doing fine. I just wish reminiscing on what used to be didn't occupy this much time.

Don't let the future scare you, find peace right where ya are. By all means keep this struggle going cause we've already made it this far. I'll pour my heart out to you, with these worn out strings. I'll try smiling for tomorrow, but I'm not quite sure what the means.
Track Name: For the Empty Handed and Hypothetical
We've been chasing freedom for so long but still we're just as caged as ever. We've been tearing their walls but new ones always take their place.

I'm starting to lose hope we'll ever make it out of this, I'm starting to feel like we're grabbing at thin air. We keep reaching out for something that is still hypothetical and we wonder why we're always left with empty hands. We're always left with empty hands.

We're collectively screaming for a better tomorrow, as futile as that may be. Can you hear us shouting from the forests, can you hear us calling from the trees?

I'm starting to lose hope we'll ever make it out of this, I'm starting to feel like we're grabbing at thin air. We keep reaching out for something that is still hypothetical and we wonder why we're always left with empty hands.

Will you still be counting on your god to save us, if there is no air left to breathe. Will you still be preaching that he loves, thats bullshit hypocrisy.

I'm starting to believe we're going to make it of this. I'm starting to believe a place called home really does exist. Our dreams will be right before our eyes, if we just keep moving forwards. If we just moving forward, if we just keep moving.
Track Name: Reaching Out and Moving Forward
" In music, though, one doesn’t make the end of the composition the point of the composition. If that were so, the best conductors would be those who played fastest. And there would be composers who only wrote finales. People would go to a concert just to hear one crackling chord… because that’s the end!

Same way with dancing. You don’t aim at a particular spot in the room because that’s where you will arrive. The whole point of the dancing is the dance." - Alan Watts
Track Name: Existence is a Scam So Go Fucking Dance
Does it really matter how safe you play this game, cause by the time it's all over we all end up the same? In a grave or in a coffin, I think about death far too often, and by the time I finally figure it out I'll be dead.

Well we're dropouts with dreams, low lives with hope. A disenfranchised generation trying to cope, with the fact that the world isn't what they told us it would be. And now we're left looking, left searching, left fighting for a reason to keep on swimming in an ocean of modernity.

Somedays I swear it's too hard to go on, we're stuck drifting through darkness, left waiting for dawn. With my head on your shoulder and your head on mine, we'll lie to eachother and swear we'll be fine. We're all in this together, and we've still got a long way to go, being thrown and tossed down this beautiful and tragic road.

Existence is nothing but a waltz between tragedy and beauty.
Track Name: Song for a Chicken Named Jenny (Pat the Bunny Cover)
I eat ciggaretes for breakfast, and coffee for lunch.

For dinner I lay in the dirt and wait for the end times to come.

I wish I could tell you the truth but when I do it comes out sounding stupid.

But meet me at four in the morning and see for yourself.

There's sunrise and sunset that's all I really gotta know.

The rest is a prison that I build for myself.

On my worst nites, I'd still burn down the city just for a peaceful nites rest.

But here in your arms my darling, I think that can wait.

Or I hope it can.

Verse 2:

I murdered a chicken for breakfast, and ate it for lunch.

She was beautiful, she was scrappy, she was as mean as they come.

And I told her on the way to the chopping block, Chaos reigns over as all.

One day I'll be worm food with Jenny, first its your turn.

There's sunrise and sunset and then there's the day that I die.

All the rest is a prison or else its a lie.

At my worst times I'd still murder a traffic cop to get out of a ticket.

But here in your arms my darling police don't exist.

Or I hope the doooooooohhooooonnnn't, I hope they doooooooohhhooonnnn't.

I hope they doooooooooooohhhooonnnnt', I hope they don't.
Track Name: Lament of the Extraterrestrials
Sometimes you feel like you're all alone, sometimes you feel like there is no one home. Sometimes you feel like you be an alien.


Within isolation and anxiety exists a beautiful soul wishing it was free from a prison it has built around its heart. So you stand there, confused and perplexed, devoid of connection, dreading whats next. Oh why must I fear whats to come?

Sometimes you feel like you're all alone, sometimes you feel like there is no one home. Sometimes you feel like you be an alien.

I know how it feels to truly believe you're too much of a coward to look another human being in the eyes. Why cant I just look you in the eyes?
And i know what its like when your throat contracts and the words wont come out. The words they wont come out, why wont the words come out?
And I know what its like, when a cold dark bathroom is more of a home than the place you rest your head, every night

Cause sometimes I feel like I'm all alone, sometimes I feel like there is no one home, and sometimes I feel like I might be an alien, an alien.

I've come to tell it'll be okay, its a tall mountain you're climbing kid take it day by day. But I promise if you look, you will surely find, theres a family waiting for you somewhere on the otherside of the void we all create when we shower ourselves with hate. It takes so much strength to truly love yourself.

But I promise if you look, you will surely find, theres a family waiting for you somewhere on the otherside of the void we all create when we shower ourselves with hate.You have the strength to truly love yourself.