[kaht​-​ur mahs]

by katër mass

supported by
Conor Boughton
Conor Boughton thumbnail
close
/
00:00
00:00

  • Digital Album

    Immediate download of 8-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

    Buy Now  name your price

1.
01:38
lyrics
download
2.
02:33
lyrics
download
3.
02:47
lyrics
download
4.
02:31
lyrics
download
5.
03:12
lyrics
download
6.
03:01
lyrics
download
7.
02:09
lyrics
download
8.
02:27
lyrics
download

about

recorded at japanski studios

phil - guitar/vocals
tim - guitar/vocals
nick - bass/vocals
andrew - drums/vocals

credits

released 12 March 2012

tags

tags: punk athens georgia cleveland diy punk kater mass pop punk Athens

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist

about

punk from athens, ga

members of
echoes of harpers ferry
reeks of failure
werewolves
vietnam werewolf

sponsored by
an american werewolf in paris
an american werewolf in london
virginia woolf
the wolfman

tim - guitar, vocals
phil - guitar, vocals
nick- bass, vocals
patrick - drums

katermass@gmail.com ... more

contact / help

For help with downloads, click here.

For all other inquiries, click here.

Track Name: pipefitter
your father spent 35 years in the same place
then you spent 30 more years there
i know you never wanted john or i to do it

but now, i've been just willing

better than living in this shit-hole i've dug here
better than praising fucking assholes all day
i know you never wanted john or i to do it

i was just willing to learn your hand
Track Name: prince ave.
some days i can't breathe
in these other towns
and i need to go back home

to athens, to athens, my home
this is my home

i have a home

riding down prince
drunk and alone
riding my bike
i feel all right tonight

shadows line the bar stools
but i'm still here
and it's all right
this is my home
Track Name: excessive debt to income ratio
we started out on the second floor
we got fucked up and we broke out windows
and that makes sense
but now i'm drowning in notices
of deferments and more deferments and
if i could roll that time back i would still go

i kind of find it funny
although it don't make any sense
when you're eighteen
and you'd rather fake your own death
[and go live in antarctica]

you've run out of options
you've run out of time
Track Name: cement shoes
maybe i've grown cold
curmudgeon days?
Track Name: geist
some things
they don't ever change
history repeats itself twice
first as tragedy, then as farce
it's better to laugh than to cry

tonight i'll drink with all my friends
it's how i know to heal my pain
it won't change what'll always happen
but it'll makes it easier this time

because what hasn't killed me
hasn't made me any stronger
it's just left me bitter and jaded
but i know a well of hope
springs from somewhere
in between my friends and these beers

and when i find it
the drinks will be on me
a round for every time that we've gone down
so sit with me tonight
on these creaky bar stools
we all need a friend sometimes


[note: phil found it, so hound him for a drink]
Track Name: goodbye to youth
outside the night was so cold
our stories they poured from our souls
they danced and sang out of key
but we didn’t care
if only i could have said more

the connections we had have fallen apart
passed away, nothing has been the same
i hope tomorrow has been good to you
like it has for me, just like you said

if only i could have done more
if only i could have said
the burning stars as our witnesses
we deconstructed ourselves
explored the pieces glimmering in moonlight
didn’t matter who’s was who’s
our fragility and fear we put on display
but we didn’t judge
that night we said goodbye to our youth

carefully i pack all that was undone
in a black box with no label
the remnants are still on the floor
like we chose it to be
if only i could have done more
Track Name: sefer ha'nisraf
i still feel your warm breath on my neck at night
and i still smell the scent of your hands on the dried ink
when i close my eyes i see myself in the sallow pages
but when i touch the wick to your words
the book won't burn

i want
i don't
i really wanted to know who you are
but i don't really care
Track Name: francistown
i couldn't figure it out what it was
now i don't care less
what bothered you enough
to think that some silent arrangement
could mask the truth
that you've been bored for so long
and alone and impulsive
i can't forget all the calls from the hospitals
we still talk like we did five years ago

if we could deal with our splinters
without pills or bad love
you can't face the world just fucking drugged
or wallowing in the past ten years

but you couldn't avoid it
and i'm just like you