A Bag of Apples (Split)

by For Everest

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While on our first tour ever with Poison Oak, we stockpiled a literal bag full of apples that we kept in our van. We're so happy to be releasing these songs as a split with our best friends.

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released January 10, 2014

For Everest is
Sarah Cowell - Keyboards, Vocals
Jon Crevier - Bass
Brian McFarland - Drums
Nick Pitman - Guitars, Vocals

Engineered by Frank Flaherty and Nick Pitman
Mixed by Nick Pitman
Mastered by Frank Flaherty

Artwork by Delaney "Javelins" Adams

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Track Name: Blammo! Another Successful Interaction
I said this is my last smoke
You said “yeah sure,”
You always had a way of making a liar out of me
But tonight you’re right

Your eyes are glazed and i’m amazed
I’ve got you here
But you’re not staying
Tonight, i think i’m right

You’re standing in the doorway with that look on your face
Like i can be replaced
Like there’s no other way to be alone tonight
With you tonight

I spent the walk home thinking of the words i said
And how they racked up against the novels i had written in my head
So i think i’ll try to forget tonight

Sarah:
We were laughing about kings cup
And how no one ever plays by the same rules
But we don’t talk anymore,
Only at parties in passing
But i don’t miss it all that much
Selfish doesn’t describe how i thought
I could take you with me
By leaving you behind

Nick:
I should have quit
While I was ahead
Instead of staying late
Then I couldn’t ask
What could have been
What I should have said
'Cause you only ever know the things
That are close enough to touch.
Track Name: Hunting Knife
Well, my father once said
"Patience is the key"
So I lived out my whole life methodically.

He was a bastard, I know
And when nothing went right
Well, at least he had given me my valuable hunting knife.

It was the sharpest I'd seen
With spots left to clean.

Yes, I hunt for sport
The adrenaline rush
As I lay here and wait and keep myself hushed.

What's next was a blur
All I recall is red
But the body on the floor is better off dead.

I came home that night
To see flashing lights.

And now my valuable hunting knife
Has made it's last and final strike.
And it was dirty anyway
So i threw it in the bay.

I wiped my fingerprints off
Because I couldn't stand the thought.

And I was doing nothing wrong
Yes, I'll assert this all along
Because I've got nothing to hide
Well, except for my hunting knife.