Kerouac​/​The Long Haul Split

by Kerouac / The Long Haul

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Six track split EP from two of the most exciting bands around at the moment. Available on CD, vinyl and download.

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released 07 March 2011

Recorded at Ranch Production House in November 2010.
Produced, engineered and mixed by Lewis Johns with assistance from Neil Kennedy.

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Track Name: The Long Haul - Dead Soul/Endless Drag
Change is all i need.
We can do this i need it more than anything, or anyone.
I look up to the sun, it fucking burns my eyes.
I look up to my friends to keep me grounded.

I am nothing i am no one you wouldn’t taste my shadow and you would never know
Defining myself useless and unnoticed

When I was two years old it fucking began, I see it everyday.
I wont let it happen to my son to anyone.
But i am nothing i am no one.
Praying has fallen on deaf ears.
Just a hollow soul dragging its feet inside my skin.

And I’m feeling sick of falling behind just another curse on a worthless life.

I am nothing I am no one I really feel my age I need to run I need to be someone and get out of my cage

Another dead soul in this endless drag.

I am nothing I am no one.
Track Name: Kerouac - I Owe Some People The World But I Owe You Shit
See it in the stillness of my eyes and feel it from the look of my cold gaze, I couldn’t face to see you like I did back in july. Now I am the bastard son, born from liars dedicated to no one, I am the bastard, I’ve made my bed and I’ll be sure to sleep in it. Spit in the face of it and tell it to fear you. Keep drying all these lakes that we’ve basked in, fill the void with an ocean to drown in. This isn’t a sin that you can just wash your hands of. Keep treading with the weight of the world, feel your knees jar as your feet touch the dirt. The strings that hold you are just letting you down. Kept close: beloved and I never said that I was cool with this. You stick like a lump in throat, kept on the inside and just growing from there. I’ll never bury my head in the sand that you spilled and I’ll never lay it there.