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Eat From The Tree

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mthoodlum This album is goddamn amazing. Favorite track: FIFO.
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Amethyst Noir This album is absolutely superb. Emotional, crushing, relentless! Blending two amazing and passionate genres together and sprinkling in some other styles as well. I haven’t heard an album this musically creative since Slipknot’s self titled record. I anxiously await a physical release of this masterpiece! I would buy it on every single format! Favorite track: Call In The EMP.
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Mariah Where do I begin? I love the re-recording of Abitrary, that was one of my favorites off the previous album and this recording is excellent, too. I also absolutely adore “so In goth with you”; I’ve been dying to hear a folk punk band do some doo-wop. Nu-Folk is so cheeky and excellently worded. The screams in FIFO are muah * perfecto. It’s difficult to choose a favorite track. Please make more music!
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1.
It’s my distinction That extinctions The missing link in This fucking scene and The gun is loaded The triggers holded By the molded Sold out every one of you If it were up to me I would have pulled that shit in 2016 In fact I tried But it blew up in my face and I ended up losing my pride But now we’re back We’re on attack And we’re here to pick up all of the slack And I know You can’t teach an old dog new tricks but motherfuckers all this one does is shits Let’s pull the trigger on it Oh woah woah woah Cuz now they're askin’ “is this?” Oh woah woah woah Do you remember How things used to be A thriving and respected underground scene But now I just try to escape every facet of my life without anybody knowing That I’m in a folk punk band Seen as a wannabe oogle clan Where most of it is not quite folk Definitely not punk From wholesome to shitpost So this isn't folk punk This is Nu Folk Don’t fuck with you folk Or at least the bulk Of all the fresh meat Covering DND Like it’s Pat the Bunny It’s not fucking funny let's pull the trigger on it Oh woah woah woah Cuz now they’re asking is this Oh woah woah woah I’m definitely part of it
2.
Arbitrary 04:05
My mechanism for survival has been killing me, evolution dethroned Survival of the fittest is a way of saying sayonara you irrelevant fuck Resources desourced to four chords and relapses life passes in assets I’ve destroyed Said it before and I’ll say it again but I lie when I say that I’ve really tried to change As the years pass I’ve been thinking I might not be on the right track darling But I digress Cuz with every day I wake I still accomplish nothing Rot to the core while your surface has no flaw, superficial and indisposed Vulnerability is no threat to me when you’re already dead inside Forlorn and ordered a reborn existence I missed it and pissed in my privilege Tired and ugly just gleaming with smugly for what have I gained out of my poor existence? As the years pass I’ve been thinking I might not be on the right track darling But I digress Cuz with every day I wake I still accomplish nothing There’s something to be said about about addictions bad decisions and everything between This is not how my mother raised me We’re all getting too old Fuck being hungry fuck being cold I just wanna be ordinary Maybe I’ll just do what I’m told Either way it's all arbitrary I could die now, I could die never I just wanna be comfortable When what I have comes to an end All hail the masses For our accountability to keep you dry Warm in the arms of security The earth cannot feed your needs So buckle up, and settle down little peasant Here’s something to eat, now be present In the hierarchy that glows effervescent, learn your lesson Move boy to the top of the prism like: As the years pass I’ve been thinking I might not be on the right track darling But I digress Cuz with every day I wake I still accomplish nothing There’s something to be said about about addictions bad decisions and everything between This is not how my mother raised me How my mother raised me As the years pass I’ve been thinking I might not be on the right track darling But I digress Cuz with every day I wake I still accomplish nothing (x2, in background) We’re all getting too old Fuck being hungry fuck being cold I just wanna be ordinary Maybe I’ll just do what I’m told Either way it's all arbitrary I could die now, I could die never I just wanna be comfortable When what I have comes to an end There’s something to be said about about addictions bad decisions and everything between This is not how my mother raised me
3.
Woke up, rolled over Grabbed a fallen soldier Some pizza leftover Skimmed the backwash Scraped the mold off then I Hit it (Hit it) Hit it (Hit it) Hit it (Hit it) Hit it through the rush Hit it (Hit it) Hit it (Hit it) Hit it (Hit it) Hit it through the rush Hit it Hit it Hit it Hit it through the rush Hit it through the rush
4.
FIFO 04:53
The devil sits close on the tip of his chair His claws of nothingness float still in the air They don’t move But get closer Every time I look I’m bekoned to peek but I try not to stare Don’t spend too long cuz you’ll get your fair share Of the vast Indescribable Cherish your loved ones or blow out your brains Spend time with friends or just do drugs and waste Cuz your fate Is still imminent One day you will not wake up from your sleep No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace Just some objects And a body Tender and timid my limbs try to reach For something to feel in reality But my mind Knows the answer Melodramatic and too self aware Sometimes I cannot escape from the fear I could cry I could vomit Rock myself to sleep Some people pray and some wallow in sin Still can’t extinguish the thought of the sheer fucking end Of my likeness One day you will not wake up from your sleep No dreams and no nightmares no pain and no peace Just some objects And a body First in And first out Inventoried Six feet under We’re the last in So we’ll lay low The reaper’s audit Born to fail From cradle to grave we process why From womb to tomb we learn the truth Standard operating procedure Save yourself cuz survivings the feature Cradle to grave From womb to tomb The only certainty is impending doom My mind is the master my body’s the slave Sentient rot in my prison of meat No pain and no peace Eternal sleep No dreams and no nightmares No pain and no peace There will be no savior You wont meet the beast From the cradle to the grave and out the womb unto the tomb The only certainty is certainly the all impending doom I try to kill the thought but in the end it is the thought that’s killing me and keeping life from being what it’s ‘sposed to be The destination Ruination My fixation Till my days are done First in First out Inventoried Six feet under We’re the last in So we’ll lay low The reaper’s audit Born to fail From cradle to grave we process why From womb to tomb we learn the truth Standard operating procedure Save yourself cuz survivings the feature
5.
Neighsayer 02:48
She came riding in on a rainbow Swingin’ roadkill by the tail Sh'dont need a lasso to make the catch One look And I was underground After ‘bout 10 months or so She came back to get my bones And was shocked to see the sight beneath Well my skin was ate away Worms devoured my brain But my heart was still in place Beating Ratt’ling my rib cage So She grabbed a sewing needle Borax, can o’ hairspray And she exorcised the craft A foxes tail, coyote hide And 10 assorted carcass I was born again, her creation Abominated and fucking franken As I opened my eyes I nearly re-died Twas her deadly kiss that gave me life I ain't blowin' smoke Woah I said nay Beating the healthiest of mare So giddy the fuck up Woah Saddle me Bareback drunken off to nowhere It's no good but she's the jockette I'm the steed I used Malort to clean the wounds Left none to wet the tongue I used Malort to clean the wounds Left none to wet the tongue Wormwood in my veins dry mouth, buried back again Wormwood in my veins dry mouth, buried back again I need the mistress I crave the misses That's sewn me back to life It's a fair amount of trouble to be in I feel exfoliated Excoriated Within Come harvest me Be part of me In sin I ain't blowin' smoke Woah I said nay Beating the healthiest of mare So giddy the fuck up Woah Saddle me Bareback drunken off to nowhere It's no good but she's the cowgirl I'm the I ain't blowin' smoke Woah It felt like ketamine Now we’re tied up at the stable Oh won't you please come back and ride through life with me
6.
First Person 02:15
Think Before you speak Act Like it could mean forever Do Everything you do like your body's a fortress and your minds a temple These Are the things I’m told Still Through mistakes I’ve learned I fuck up Then I hate myself and I start to hate you too Society’s beat Rinse and repeat Killing yourself to the tempo Oops I shot myself in the foot It hurts but I won't die The rest of my life will just be compromised Hopefully a short road left to climb Cuz I got One foot on a banana peel The other gaping wide Gonna be hard to dig a grave like this Shit I’m only 25 Speak Before you think Act Like we have forever Do Everything you do like your body’s a tool and your mind’s the master These Are the things I’ve found Through My mistakes I’ve learned If I fuck up And still love myself I can start to love you too Society’s beat My melody Riding my life on the harmonies I’ll stitch my wounds and feel the burn Of hydrogen peroxide And carry one more scar that tells the story Of the long road that I climbed Cuz I got One foot on a banana peel The other on the gas Wherever I land I’ll make the best of it Shit I’m only 25
7.
In a world coded so binary We’re hunched over our lit up screens Fucking vacant Barely physical at all In the digital realm we validate We cauterize our insecurities An addiction Fit for the finest drug As data grows and nature dies We’ll lose our sense of reality Swallowed whole by The computing machines So we’ll pull our plugs out from the wall I’m calling for an EMP Heard you wanted A fucking anarchy As artificial intelligence outsmarts us We’ll all be fine with Surviving alone and fornicating robots It won't be quite like Terminator or The Matrix Nothing quite as cool just Replacing all our windows with a screen It's not ok with me Call in the EMP Set a blue flame to all wires and networks Kill all the connections Banish the bandwidth smash all that transmits Pull the plugs from the wall Don’t smash the system just disconnect it Call in the EMP Don’t smash the system just disconnect it Don’t smash the system just disconnect it Call in the EMP we can end it Don’t smash the system just disconnect it Call in the EMP we can end it The abacus went to far and now we’re all fucked Codependent And useless without porn and CGI It won't be quite like Terminator or The Matrix Nothing quite as cool just Replacing all our windows with a screen Our grandchildren will see the world around us Like a prison cell where The internet is authenticity It won’t be quite like RPGs or listening to Daft Punk Nothing futuristic just People programmed into slavery It’s not ok with me Call in the EMP It’s not ok with me Call in the EMP Don’t smash the system just disconnect it Call in the EMP we can end it
8.
Ooh goth girl Ooh goth girl Ooh goth girl ooh She’s like October All through the year Sweater weather is the better weather and I sweat when she’s near Like the first cold hit of a Newport When you’ve quit for a year I think I’ll need her hoodie And other assorted Jack Skellington gear, yeah I… Am so in goth with you Yeah I… Am so in goth with you We don’t have to get married We don’t have to have kids We can adopt a shelter pit and name it something like Danzig, baby Drag me down to hell with you It will be like Vacation burn like lovers do Yeah I said Drag me down with you I fucking hate My Chemical Romance But if that's what you’re into Well I Well I guess I can get down down If you can deal with Korn too Like the First hit out of the bottle First I shudder, then smile Just don’t start with some zodiac shit cuz that’s where I draw the line Yeah I… Am so in goth with you Yeah I… Am so in Goth with you I can supply the 12 rack (glass!) If you roll up with some crop We can binge watch ATHF and discuss Deicide’s discog, baby Drag me down to hell with you It will be like vacation burn like lovers do We’ll have a scene revival Dye our hair bright blue Yeah I said drag me down to hell with you Yeah I said drag me down with you
9.
Archetypical 03:31
Satan Says to seek out pleasure Serpent Declares your endeavor Dark Lord Claims lifes not forever Baphomet Spend time with your lovers Lucifer Respect all the others Beelzebub Smite the ones who’ve hurt you We would not have satan without god there to create him Now we're rising like the heat to come and claim back what was taken Let us indulge let us gorge in every day that we awaken Represent all of the sins that make us human, or satan I’ve made offers in blood but I know these wounds Are in jest The morning star peeks through the blinders Self serving Undeserving An archetypical architect Pillars reshaped from the hinderance I’ve repressed Go on eat the apple It’s juicy and sweet Pick yourself a basket To take home and eat Bring one to school Or off to your job Give one to mom Feed it to your dog Coat it in carmel Spreading the word Tell all the others It’s not what you’ve heard My god is myself and Satan is my god My god is myself and Satan is my god I’ve made offers in blood but I know these wounds Are in jest The morning star peeks through the blinders My apathys met it’s catalyst Self serving Undeserving An archetypical architect Pillars reshaped From the hinderance I’ve repressed
10.
Messenger of death Messenger of death 20 runs and 7 beers A shitty sleeve and inch stretched ears Zero brakes and zero fucks Puts his trust in skill and luck A couple exes in the scene Appeared in thrasher magazine Sponsored by an energy drink His coffee black and his Newports green Messenger of death Messenger of death No cartilage no masters Hell on two wheels could not be faster There’s no gods and no dispatchers With satanic speed, he’ll blow right past ya Messenger of death Messenger of death Not totally vegan yet Still eats eggs and pussycat Knee cut jeans and fanny pack Filled with tags and blunts rolled fat Rolls in late and cuts early Still makes 150 daily Only spends half at the bar Pisses brown and has no car Messenger of death Messenger of death No cartilage no masters Hell on two wheels could not be faster There’s no gods and no dispatchers With satanic speed, he’ll blow right past ya A degree in getting plastered Bike messenger for life, like who fuckin asked ya? He won’t be one for corporate bastards No bike no life, mess life forever ya! MESSENGER OF DEATH!
11.
Third Person 01:36
The way that I look at me Like a vegan at a plate full of meat Disgustingly piled so neat Something that used to be being now steaming with Defeat and abnormalcy Deformed to fit someone’s needs Created to feed the machine Boned and boneless end I scratch my back you scratch yours We’ll close our respective doors One hand washes the other I’ve got two I’ll be fine Woah-OhOh-OhOh The woke will die Woah-OhOh-OhOh By suicide My third eye Is squinting Like fuck dude Do you see this? It’s like Woah-OhOh-OhOh-Oh
12.
Facticide 05:12
Nothings the same and nothings changed As we progress we shift the definition of shame You can use a scope to place the blame Shoot it so far away it's never seen again They fold their hands Follow commands With a sense of pride, hypocrisy is amplified The weight you pull Will doom your soul And don't forget it The scale will come crashing down You could kill them all And let god sort it out Or you could pardon them and let Satan drag you down Somewhere in your minds purgatory your morals are waging a war The alternative is superlative Fuck your conservative Liberate and just abide When there’s loss of life, that’s homicide To deny this motion is facticide We take what isn't ours to claim A permanent solution That causes us no pain Many hundred million holes in the sand Cuz if you just look the other way It happens, over again So our heads are buried, our bodies exposed The truth trots among us, penetrating our souls No it won't just go away No matter how many times you pray They fold their hands Follow commands With a sense of pride, hypocrisy is amplified The weight you pull Will doom your soul And don't forget it The scale will come crashing down You could kill them all And let god sort it out Or you could pardon them and let Satan drag you down Somewhere in your minds purgatory your morals are waging a war The alternative is superlative Fuck your conservative Liberate and just abide When there’s loss of life, that’s homicide To deny this motion is facticide Fuck Let’s go

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Songs from 2014/2017/2018/2019
Recorded 2019 - 2021

This era of The Suburbanists was:
Sonny Kitsune
Elizabeth Covalt
Chris Muerto
Absent

Please do not take the Intro track too seriously. We love and respect everyone in the Folk Punk Community.

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released August 6, 2021

Produced, engineered, mixed and mastered by Sonny Kitsune

All tracks written by Sonny Kitsune
With the exception of Track 9, Archetypical, written by Sonny Kitsune and Chris Muerto

Vocals: Sonny Kitsune, Elizabeth Covalt, Chris Muerto, Absent
Guitars: Sonny Kitsune
Drums: Elizabeth Covalt
Bass: Chris Muerto
Banjo: Absent
Accordion: Absent

Album artwork by Elliot Lozier

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Established 2012 in Chicago, IL

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