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Old Songs EP

by Squalloscope

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1.
Animal 03:09
Animal This box was made for trinkets, not for people Lift up the lid, this tented roof, and take a look I'm a lab rat in a maze made from bad days Collected dust, drafts and unread books This is the church and this is the steeple The bell's been silent all day long They stole the money out of the collection box And the holy water from the baptismal font There've been talks about locking the front gate There've been talks about killing the choir We'll go to great lengths to protect what's ours And if absolutely necessary we'll set it on fire I can invite you in if you're a spirit I can invite you in if you're hellbent But all the furniture and floor is thick hot lava now And flames are nourishment My compass has been tampered with It got hot and it melted and it runs down the pulpit's side Now i dive deep into the bathtub of my frontal lobe Looking for a ride I promised you a pretty poison garden In a dream much too earnest for the confessional I’ll come up with better lies for the blackmailer's entertainment Noone knows better how the truth is ever so flexible. Where are we going, animal? We're going nowhere, we are nowhere We are nothing this is now Where are we going, animal We're going nowhere, we are nowhere This is nothing this is how

2.
Circumnavigation We talked about poison that year At parties, quietly joking about hemlock We cross stitched initials of toxins on napkins and wiped our sugary mouths We circumnavigated this open door We levitated casually every time the floor was lava It hardened when winter started We walked barefoot on these grounds We drank it all We spit it all out Fuck your anonymous calls Your clouds in the shape of clouds Backs to the wall We broke and that’s how we grew proud We drank it all We spit it all out The blood came rushing back into my limbs Sitting naked under the bathroom lights Mirroring gestures our former selves acted out warmly With upbeat confidence I sing a song through the vents Holding on to the pipes The warm spider veins of this house You wait for the offbeat in every sentence and i whisper With eloquent ignorance Winking flirtatiously At the penultimate evil The graciously peaceful The hot-headed emptiness You in your late twenties I spit it all out Bathe me in anything sweet and alive Can i rent this one corner of your beehive I need space for my spouse and twenty kitchen knives And a desk space with natural light Like a fire out back where my sisters are burning These men’s miserable lives Like a fire out back where my sisters are burning These men’s miserable lives I renegotiated terms of endearment and service Slow motion shots of each small nervousness Precursors to falling head first into this mess And digging ourselves out I was a terrible friend up until the end I am a bearable blend of loose end and godsend Let me pretend I don’t break I don’t bend I don’t fake I intend To laugh and transcend I had an ear piece hanging from my lobe like a footnote Wrapped in yet another ill-fitting coat Stuck a finger out and stuck it onto a spinning globe Where it lands i can not afford to go We drank it all We spit it all out Fuck your anonymous calls Your clouds in the shape of clouds Backs to the wall We broke and that’s how we grew proud We drank it all We spit it all out
3.
Mistakeism (Treehouse Version) I’m gonna be the girl in the box The magician's assistant Dismembered every night by a bunch of foul tricks Thinking next year in the presidential election Maybe i can vote for the mighty rat king I connect the bullet holes and see no picture Way too many bullet holes to begin with Got this elaborate plan not to belong anywhere But i am stuck in a shoe box at the end of the street My new religion is strict mistakeism A rule book of close calls and near misses In a month or two i could be the high priestess But i'll be gone watching things burn from a distance Got here wearing a coat made from other people's fingers I’ll exit wearing nothing but my own soft shell Maybe i could be a hermit or a snail if i want to As long as i look like a gazelle Got stuck on a guilt trip on board of a friendship I forgot who i was floating down the canal As an iceberg breaking into smaller and smaller pieces I am aging as an act of rebellion Taking up space is my first million I am collecting your unpopular opinions Got them locked away to protect the civilians It's not my job to proof i am resilient I was sold night terrors as light errors Terrified of settling down and sleeping Tell me i'm not the only one Always checking twice If the sleeping ones are still breathing Wouldn't hold my breath I won't choke on being broke With a cracked heart and a shattered jaw bone Gotta be an escape artist to break the glass ceiling If it's all six sides of the aquarium It’s all six sides of the aquarium It’s all six sides of the aquarium It’s all six sides of the aquarium Tell me it’s not all six sides of the aquarium I think it might be all six sides
4.
Disneyland 03:09
Disneyland Get me a pen and a clipboard and some graph paper Let’s make a list of things we tend to forget You can thank us later
Before i dress in distraction Before you dress in a pretty phrase I need to remember what’s important Before the billboard swallows my face I think we can all agree that we need remedies For diseases separating our hearts from our brains You know you might be the answer to my wishes and some more What if what i wish is not what i want but what they told me to wish for? How should i know the answers to what ifs and the maybies We can’t let the pressure to pin this down bring us to our knees Now we can go for the good story or the safe option I want the intersection of Disneyland and self destruction I think we could be compatible if it’s temporary I think if we’re reasonable enough to keep it all together We will know that absolutely nothing lasts forever But if we’re smart enough we could be pretty fucking happy Don’t underestimate sisterhoods Don’t underrate blood brothers We need families with no connections to our forefathers We need to talk until our heads hurt to understand It’s okay if i take all of you if they tell me just to take your hand It’s okay if we crash when we fall To grab life by the balls Because it’s our minds that need a change Not our legs and chests and hip bones I think you should be on my team I think you know what I mean If you want a fraction of this Forever You can have it with me I think we could be compatible if it’s temporary I think if we’re reasonable enough to keep it all together We will know that absolutely nothing lasts forever But if we’re smart enough we could be pretty fucking happy
5.
All Caps (Grounded Version) We were driving down from mercury when the radio broke You were such a goddamn long way from home I kicked the dashboard hard 29 times and turned every knob For a second there was static until there was not I never saw so many stars at night when i still lived on earth Nobody down there tells you being lost out here's got its perks Sat by the side of the road to take a breath Told you sometimes i dream that your ribcage caves in on your heart And i wake up in a cold sweat I suppose this is what you get When you train your brain to be an acrobat And the last thing i ever said to you was your name in all caps I’d like to meet you again at the personal space bar for a glass of lemonade I can sit on the other side of the room with my numbers about mortality rates Got coins for the jukebox, i heard they got some classic static I’ll pretend that i can dance to this, it's nothing short of magic They can say what they want bout pushing up daisies, i've been seeing a lot of you lately Mostly in other people's faces, the ways they move through crowded spaces. What's closer, jordan or styx? Dive down for the heck of it It's all just water, it's warmer than i expected Connect, connect, connect. And i wake up in a cold sweat I suppose this is what you get When you train your brain to be an acrobat And the last thing i ever said to you was your name in all caps In all caps.
6.
Spirit Week 02:59
Spirit Week I crash landed on the roof Broke half my bones in the fall I’ve been known to bend the truth But i know i shouldn’t be alive at all I’m in the kitchen watching you and yours Sharpen knives, i’m in the corner by the basement door And the floorboards creak, you look and look and look There’s life, and there’s what’s underneath And i flood this house with bad luck I will haunt you until you die I will hug you goodnight I won’t let you out of sight I’m going to have a great time I’m in the crawlspace, I am so out of line Collect your hairs from the shower drain one by one Make myself a tiny you Feed it with pushpins and angel food Despite all things inexcusable Lemon seed as snaggletooth I’ll stay your forever crucible When they all leave, it will be me and you I will haunt you until you die I will hug you goodnight I won’t let you out of sight I’m going to have a great time

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„Old Songs“ is a collection of previously unreleased songs written between 2011 and 2019 and acoustic versions of songs off „Exoskeletons for Children“.

All proceeds from this release are donated to Hemayat. “Hemayat” in Arabic means protection and support. Hemayat is a politically independent and non-profit organisation. They provide interpreter-mediated psychotherapy, psychological consulting and medical support for survivors of war and torture. Learn more at hemayat.org.

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released November 6, 2020

„Old Songs“ was written and recorded by Anna Kohlweis at the Camp Frienemy Headquarters in Vienna, Austria.



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Squalloscope Vienna, Austria

Squalloscope is Anna Kohlweis, who exists as an interdisciplinary artist, illustrator, music producer, composer, singer, and songwriter based in Vienna. This is an intimate endeavour, music that wants to be sung right into your face, bubbling over with imagery and politics, every record an exercise in turning oneself inside out. What else are we here for? ... more

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