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Released March 10, 2015.

Largely recorded at my mom’s house in Oxford, MI at the end of 2013 and beginning of 2014, before I moved to Austin, in a room that contained all the remaining musical odds and ends from me and my brother’s rocknroll adolescence. Only tracks 2, 5, 6 and 7 were actually written for the record, the rest are old. I wrote “Charts” when I was 20 and creepily in love but didn’t like it until now. Also strange is I wrote that bit about the Rhine River not even being sure where it was located but now have lived by it in two different countries. “Leg Work” (circa 2009) was just waiting for more words, the right arrangement and that drum beat, which I thought would be more like Sam Cooke’s “Chain Gang.” Tracks 1, 4, 8, 10 were recorded long ago and just needed the right record to go on. In fact, Brett, Austin and I used to play “Enough…” when we were on tour in the midwest back in 2009.

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released March 10, 2015

Scott played drums on 10 (that’s his yelp at the end.) We recorded his part in his dad’s living room some summer during college. We didn’t have headphones good enough for him to hear over his drums, so I had to wear them and stand in his line of sight but two rooms over, conducting, so that he could match the tempo of the rest of the recordings.

Mixing help and emotional support from Lee Marcinak and Garrett Anderson (rodent.bandcamp.com).

All words and music written by wm t skillets.

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Track Name: expats
Packed up bag and went off to join the expats
Hit the concourse, my shoes back in the states
Terrified, elated
How little everything means
Track Name: Womb
I woke so slowly in the dark
I wasn't sure
I was awake

If I'd returned to the womb
I didn't know
What form I'd take

Then I began to feel your weight
Sink into me
Who could you be

Mouth agape against my chest
At once so small
And so heavy
Track Name: Leg Work
Lei, you gotta get on top of this
All the leg work's comin' from me
And it's no easy task, keepin' a friendship afloat
Stretched taut, across a sea

I'd love to kick it in Angers with you
I'd love to be unemployed and carefree
But facts is facts, we can't go back to the past
It's best we put that dream to sleep

So if you still think of me often
If you ain't thrown in the towel yet
Go right on home and write me a little word
All I need's that little bit

Lei, you gotta get on top of this
All the leg work's comin' from me
And it's no easy task, keepin' a friendship afloat
Stretched taut, across a sea

Joe, he said we'd never see the day
Said the distance was too much to ask
And that friends like us can try to stay in touch
But, in truth, it never lasts

Lei, you know one day I'll see you there
We'll laugh at how normal it feels
And when friends ask, we'll say "from way way back"
That's how you know this shit's for real
Track Name: 1100 Miles Down the Mississippi
lazing down the mississississippi

hey not for nothing did we meet
hey like soldiers true like foxes fleet
hey awake at night by day discreet
hey and toward the north we surely creep

hey our newest friends tricksters by trade
hey false actors desperate and depraved
hey they sold you out for finder's pay
hey so i screw them both and then give chase
Track Name: LONG HAIR DON'T CARE
I don't care where I'm goin' to
Just that i get there soon
And that I can see the moon from my room

See, I've heard all of your plans
Counted out the years they span
And it's clear enough they don't include a man

So I'm packing up my affairs
Before I hear you on the stairs
I don't need some secret sign or a double dare

Because I'm sure that this won't last
It never does it never has
There'll be a clatter down those stairs and a fade to black

While I don't know enough to promise you that
What I don't know I won't know anytime soon
What I don't know I won't know anytime soon

So i've bought my ticket out
Going west and going south
In the hopes the sun and dirt and oil will sully my doubts

My shoes are wet. My eyes are dry
I walk; the SUVs fly by
As salt and snow collects on my coat and tie

I pour the trash out of my bag
I travel light I travel fast
And I always pay in cash, so I'm hard to track

The sky is grey, I'm feelin' blue
They way I sometimes do.
But surely it'll pass in a day or two

While I don't know enough to promise you that
What I don't know I won't know anytime soon
What I don't know I won't know anytime soon

You know i'm not from here or there
As much as i'm from everywhere
I'm just a puff of snow caught combin' through your hair

I think i won't remain for long
I feel my welcome's almost gone
And I've yet to find that place I truly did belong.

And no, I'll never settle down
How could I live in just one town?
When it's so easy to board a train and ride around

The one conclusion i've drawn
It doesn't matter that you're wrong
If you accept the lot you got and keep moving on

While I don't know enough to promise you that
What I don't know I won't know anytime soon
What I don't know I won't know anytime soon
Track Name: abq/crossroads
I met a large black man at the crossroads
He retuned my guitar
Like he was opening up a scar.

It's a faithless man lays his hand down
Just 'cause he ain't got the cards.
Then sits down at the bar.

You say you don't see that future for me
Well I read it in the stars.
Said I read it in the stars.
Track Name: I MUST BE CRAZY
me, i must be crazy to sneak
out of your apartment into the
freezing paris morning to get on a train
that i'm hopin' isn' runnin'
hope they close it down on sunday
so i can half-ass an excuse on why i missed my plane

if you would do the cooking then
i would do the dishes
'n you'd have me instead of whiskey to keep company
when you go off to uni i'd go
buskin' in the metro and pick
up baguettes and curry on my way back home

don't you tell me it won't work out
i know i'd never work out
i'm not stupid i just don't know what the hell to do
thank you for being rational
always so fuckin' rational
for once you be romantic and i'll do what's smart

how could i ever meet your parents
i don' speak a lick of chinese
i'd prolly say something racist if i did
they both seem plenty scary
and could be talkin' about me
i wouldn't know so i'd assume that they were all the time

don't you tell me it won't work out
i know it'd never work out
i'm not stupid i just don't know what the hell to do
fuck you for bein' rational
unerring, uncompassionate
this time you be romantic and i'll do what's smart
Track Name: Charts
i know where you're even now
with star charts which map your route
i see you pause too long
and i move, i move that way
i eventually descend in a spiraling orbit that draws me e'er closer and closer to you
and closer to you

i dare say we have done this dance
dearest, ours is a star-bred romance
and you'll find the more you squirm
the more you sink in my quicksand

content to spend your time
your weak ankles in the rhine
which is fine, for a time
but i got things to do.
you want to sit here and chew the fat
but my nails grow so very fast

love is in the air
blood is on the ground
it's calling you to me
it's calling you to me
bending the train tracks ahead of you toward the leading of my own so we'll later collide
in the grisly metal mess
that is and always has been romance
you can dig and drill for hours
but there're no survivors

content to spend your time
yr skirt pulled up o'er the rhine
and that's fine for a time
but i'm divin' in or i'm dryin' me off
i darest say that we have done this dance
dearest ours is no bloodless romance
you walk out right now, i'm gonna shut the door
or we could just get married
Track Name: Enough Is Not Enough, Apparently
i know i need to pick my battles but enough is enough is enough
if i eat anymore white bread i think i'm gonna throw uh uh up
digging through couch cushions trying to get my hands on the remote
i will kiss every girl i see until i get this taste out of my throat

here's the ultimatum: choose to suffer or choose to be bored
and if you're gonna throw a fit well then i guess you're gonna get ignored
i know she'll dive off the dock soon and i'll be left holding the rope
and i'll kiss every girl i see to get these shards of glass out of my throat