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Nahhh, this is the old shit.

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released May 15, 2015

Austin Allen - Guitar
Ben Alfich - Drums
Brennan Wilkinson - Lead Vox
Colton Westerman - Bass, Vox
Tanner Norquist - Guitar

Recorded & Produced by Adam Teller at Avalon Audio AZ

Album Art by Emily Gaudet
Not Nearly Logo by Kayleigh Lauzon

In memory of Robert Alfich

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Not Nearly Flagstaff, Arizona

We are a Flagstaff, AZ post-hardcore band (with math chunks and emo swirls).

Ben Alfich: Drums
Colton Westerman: Bass,Vocals
Nick Ponticello: Guitar
Tanner Norquist: Guitar

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Track Name: Hemlock Happy Hour
This fickle assembly is wasting its time
With the eyes of a fox the networks scare them in line
If one can't see then two is blind
If we can’t fix the world, we’ll find a nice place to watch it die

When, when I sense it
You should listen

Bless these lies and feed them to the poor
The son, the father, the cross above the door
Will save us from the spirits and the ghosts
Of corpses piling up on foreign coasts

When, when I sense it
You should listen

Bless these lies and feed them to the poor
The son, the father, the cross above the door
Will save us from the spirits and the ghosts
Of corpses piling up on foreign coasts

Why?
We do this to ourselves (I don’t know you anymore)
The one true lord is a god of missiles (We can’t do this anymore)
Hide genocide at the top of the steeple (We can’t go on anymore)
And pray that Heaven shares the will of the people (We are gonna pay for this)

Raise the flag; we’re marching to Hell
Raise the flag (Raise your fucking hands in praise); we’re marching straight to Hell
Track Name: Robit Rampage
What am I supposed to say?
Maybe this will take away the pain
I have no will inside my soul; I’m feeling kind of foul
And I’m wondering how
This has to change right now
This has to change right now
Reflect the glass
Take me to the past
I’ll wire myself right next time

Reflect the glass
Take me to the past
I’ll wire myself right next time

Faced with accusations
Mental annihilation
Decent conversations
Filling in blank spaces

Panic attack
I think that he’s just overreacting
Pills to relax
I am not him, I’ll never be

As you stand there in front of me
Your eyes are absent
And I felt my heart stop dead
I felt my heart stop dead
As you stand there in front of me, your eyes are absent
And from every word you said
I felt my heart stop dead

Burn down the bridge
Save all you can
Make it out

They’ll carve their own way
And expect us to follow
Don’t expect me to stay
Don’t expect me to swallow the bullshit you’re feeding me
You can’t expect me to swallow the poison you’re feeding me
I’ll die if I swallow
My body will hollow
Track Name: Looking For Love (In Alderaan Places)
I’m running through the desert, I’m treading through the snow
Anywhere I go
Feels like someone’s done it before
And with a burning force

And I’m still on my own
Still on my own
So the dark fills my lungs
The dark floods my heart

Stars and codes
Everyone feels stars and notes
And I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

I hate to be literal, but I’m figuratively speechless
Let the world play in my place
I’ve run out of things to say
Can anyone hear me?
There’s so much noise in these outer spaces
Too many strange places

All the wrong
It’s all wrong
All the wrong
It’s all wrong

Places, in all the wrong places