Cauldron Boy And The Nemesis

by Rabbit Troupe

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Our first long player. A bunch of things happened this year and then we sang songs about it.

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released November 19, 2010

Recorded by Rabbit Troupe July - November 2010 at Kyle's house and later Steve's house. All songs continue to be written and performed by Joseph DeGroot, Steven Donahue, Justin Grabosky and Kyle Wilkerson.

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Track Name: Marc J. Brenner Evolves Into A Superbeing
rain water and wine stain the collar of my yellow shirt. is anyone impressed, did this plan really work?? with a jerk and a twitch force a birthday wish, the same one that didn't come true last year. the same one that couldn't come true this year. the same one that couldn't come through. when the sky shuts up, there will be some discomfort at least. and rings of smoke ascend and leave you sitting stranded underneath. with a jerk and a twitch force a birthday wish, the same one that didn't come true last year. the same one that couldn't come true this year. the same one that couldn't come through.
Track Name: Diamond Andrew
everybody has more teeth than me. it doesn't take more than one eye to see. i don't slip past the goalie in sleeping bags. i'm a lover five times over, naturally. cuckoo fountains and cut-up legs, cigarette filters and foamy kegs. new year's day all over again, sit and puke in solo cups, my friend. pure, pure soul. yr my coat over a puddle of broken glass. slightly intoxicated and passed out with our without sleeping bags. backflips into the cold shallow lake, i'm not really sure how we're not dead. pure, pure soul. yr my coat over a puddle of broken glass.
Track Name: Quick Quick
something broke my train of thought, what was i saying? we never have a thing to do besides nausea and swaying. yeah yeah let's get really lost, it's better than this place. good company and the best cost oh wait what is that thing it's creeping closer what do we do?? KILL IT DEAD. have you ever had a friend who wasn't in yr head? and were you always so depressed?? HAHA nevermind. i'm getting out of here it sucks, my friends are way more fun. good company and the best cost oh wait what is that thing it's creeping closer what do we do?? KILL IT DEAD.
Track Name: Failuronomy
somebody tell me that my ideas are worth expressing loudly. somebody empathize with my desire to be desired by everyone. somebody tell me that intercourse is just an ugly feeling. somebody tell me that everything i do not have is overrated. somebody say goodnight to me. somebody slap my tear soaked face and scream into my eyeballs. somebody lock a woman in my room and tell me to get it done today. somebody tell me that keeping to myself is fucking stupid. somebody tell me that saying nothing will not work because it never has. somebody tell me that i’m all right.
Track Name: Intimate Wreck
i don’t want you to turn away from me and unveil everything we lied. our bodies remain enclosed. our bodies try to hide. and all of the things that I worked for, they were fulfilled in one day’s time. she covered my ears as the sickness returned on a dime. please don’t make me insecure. you can’t make me insecure. and now it’s my turn to leave someone in the dust. the theater collapsed around my eyes as I thank God he didn’t come. the plaid all around yr waist, my palms becoming numb. remind me of everything we’ve done. explicit words don’t cross the line. my shoes are up on the couch, when will yr shoes join mine? please don’t make me insecure. you can’t make me insecure. and now it’s my turn to leave someone in the dust.
Track Name: Boyzone
draggin' slacks through the mud, yr gonna need a rope to get back from where you are going. adolescents jammed in a confined space. on turn on turn on turn. draggin' slacks through the mud, yr gonna need a hand to get back from inside the fire. straight-up grownups jammed in a basement. we keep finding errors. keep yr hands and heads inside. keep the boy on his feet. nylon walls keep the woods away. conversations drop and hit the flames. when the night grows cold on yr freshly shaved head. sometimes you can't help but feel like entering rage and kicking some doors in. keep yr hands and heads inside. keep the boy on his feet. nylon walls keep the woods away. conversations drop and hit the flames.
Track Name: God Damned Walgreens
i need to bring this up, before it goes straight to my head.
i’ve forgotten how to talk to someone lying in my bed.
you’ll just never underfuckingstand these things we talk about, these things they say to us. the ink sits on my lips, just in case I carried any doubt. i should let you go to him, but it eats me up while he just eats you out. you’ll just never underfuckingstand these things we talk about, these things they say to us.
Track Name: Perpetual Motion Sickness Device
i felt this afternoon, a sense of satisfaction. the ugliest that I have ever had. it was so obscene that i couldn’t help but to break down and fall until i was back in yr bed. sometimes i think i’d be better off living as a child. self-imposed monarchy. a green light flickers by the sea. down by adolescence, down by the graveyard that keeps you from me. i have felt the past few nights that you’ve been feeling guilty, but i’ve fabricated yr apology. sometimes i think i’d be better off living as a child.
Track Name: Gratifying Cloud Orgy
yr not tugging anyone's heartstrings. HEARTSTRINGS. yr not tugging anyone's heartstrings. HEARTSTRINGS!! one step in the wrong direction, yr gonna get yrself killed. yr not fooling anyone. NO ONE!! nobody is dumb enough to fall for that. FALL FOR THAT!! one step in the wrong direction, yr gonna get yrself killed.
Track Name: Viggo Juego Juega Con Fuego
stable in my world, i balance. my thoughts sometimes become occupied by moods unknown. stimulate my tissue, until i'm sore. stimulate my brain, and i'll keep coming back for more. it doesn't matter what you think or what you do. cause i can think of a dozen sexy ways to waste my time with you. a penny for my thoughts that you could not afford to hear. libras can't confront, but in the end i'll be more clear. stimulate my tissue, until i'm sore. stimulate my brain, and i'll keep coming back for more. it doesn't matter what you think or what you do. cause i can think of a dozen sexy ways to waste my time with you.
Track Name: Friendship Bracelet Graveyard
there was a time when i thought that this would last until the friendship bracelets would rot from my dead wrists. but none of them made it that far. they all broke off and got tossed in a drawer. like a matchstick in a methlab, we were headed for a horrible end. now we're crawling from the burning wreck, but can we still be friends??
Track Name: Cheauxfav
yeah, i cut corners, but i never cut structural corners. that's how buildings fall. every time you leave me i get a fresh new reason to forget how to feel at all. take three deep breaths and two steps back and one good look at what is wrong. take three deep breaths and two steps back and one good look at what you lost. hey, let's go biking. good reason for not speaking. we'll take the shortcut home. yeah, i don't care what'll happen, i said i don't care what'll happen, i said i'm happy, i'm numb, it's why i'm happy!! take three deep breaths and two steps back and one good look at what is wrong. take three deep breaths and two steps back and one good look at what you lost.
Track Name: Mash Up My Past
the connections have no signal. wires are shaking shy of reach. i seek attention from those around me. until further notice i feel incomplete. the obsolete man, not yet in his prime, that will never fall ahead of the rest. with a shrinking head of forgotten times, i mash and mash, mash up my past. comfortable in the middle of mess, i separate myself subordinate of the rest. i'm not looking for trouble, i'm not looking for trouble, but i'll craig out on the next that does. the obsolete man, not yet in his prime, that will never fall ahead of the rest. with a shrinking head of forgotten times, i mash and mash, mash up my past. an ugly duckling with more feeling than a lobster, and less energy than a sloth. cause my tail is showing but i'm airing out my balls, with this bitter taste still in my mouth that's never getting any sweeter.
Track Name: Makeshift Beds
park yr car two miles from here. go outside and kiss the deer that wants you now but won't when it cools down. hold her close to you while she's around. makeshift beds on hardwood floors, come upstairs and lock the doors. we'll make this happen, just you wait and see. ye of little faith, move close to me. love is a virus that sits in yr mouth until you die. i wish that i could make you sick, i wish that i could make you cry. how does it feel to be a muse?? to be someone that i can't lose?? how does it feel to be someone at all?? keep one ear open for people down the hall. love is a virus that sits in yr mouth until you die. i wish that i could make you sick, i wish that i could make you cry.
Track Name: Ethically Creepy
stack 'em up, stack 'em up. it's growing and pulsating. stack 'em up, stack 'em up. now it's something else. flower face, elbows and tentacles. what have you made me into now?? i don't know how to approach the subject, i don't want to be yr subject. i don't know how to make it go away. turn it up, all the way up, until it's a sweaty corpse. piled high, been stacked up. machine made of teeth and claws. killed by man, propped up on a stick in the name of science, because what good did it do us?? i don't know how to approach the subject, i don't want to be yr subject. i don't know how to make it go away. saturate. the world is boring through yr eyes. saturate. oh, it's just so dull.