Nice Try EP

by Soft Deadlines

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released July 27, 2013

Written by Oliver Lemke.
Produced and performed by Soft Deadlines.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Russ Hill/Soft Deadlines, June-July 2013.

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Soft Deadlines are on a mission to fuse elements of art rock and power pop with dirty club grooves a la Factory Records.

Music. Noise. Destruction.

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Track Name: Grinding to a Crashing Halt
I wanna laugh when I feel the pain beating inside your half a brain.
I’d know when to stop or not to start,
But I only have half a heart.

Now everything has happened.

This evening, a thousand-year party is grinding to a crashing halt,
In a glimmer of glass fragments.
We don’t wake up from our nightmares.
Get in a doorway and stay there.
Chandeliers are falling.
Sarah still finishing her drink.

I guess we spilled our guts for nothing.

Girlfriend, don’t fret the chemistry.
We’ll get you fit for company.
In the mathematics of control,
You keep subtracting until you’re whole.

Tell me who’s watching the children.
What if they went wrong and never went right again?
Track Name: The Graveyard of Your Twenties
Cut-rate therapy, for every nickel and dime.
Children in Prada, stuttering.
Lettered in left behind.
You might be wrong.
(Hearing alarms when the wind blows)
You might be wrong.
(They’re breaking third-story windows)

The hegemony of images; it’s a law that no one’s above.
Slave labor made this, now I present it to you out of love.
(An edifice of noise)
Do try it on.
(Angry girls and boys)

Why won’t you ever look at me?
Once you’re inside you’ll never leave.
Friends that you used to go and see,
In the graveyard of your twenties.

Paralyzed in the supermarket;
Superfluity of choice.
Only death equalizes; only life destroys.
To find yourself preoccupied with questions such as “paper or plastic?” Any suggestions?
Chardonnay and Xanax. Widowed at 35. Spin a cocoon. Get inside and die.
And you’re still so young, for everything you’ve done.

La da da. La da da da da da da da da.
What if the end has come and gone?

Why won’t you ever look at me?
Why won’t you ever look at me?
Why won’t you ever look at me?
Track Name: What's the Point?
Reviewed your resume.
It appears you’ve perfected dysfunction.
Time to be a cliché and keep your cash all tendered and tucked in.

Even if it hurts, you can’t ever look away.
‘Cause my friendship is worth approximately nothing.
Climbing out of windows; man you gotta get a door,
‘cause it’s been a long time since we were too trusting.

What’s the point being nice to someone you’re never going to see again?

Big games that run on hate.
And we’re sold out of second chances.
Checkmate!
The clowns of state smile downward on us in our circumstances.

Gotta rent a car and get myself to Hamburg,
‘cause I’ve got an itch only Olga can scratch.
Hers is a smile that won’t go stale,
When she’s tripping up the blind just to make me laugh.
Track Name: Today is the Day
Set me straight.
I don’t want a form or function.
Heads on plates, well they got it made.
Sex and death; rush to summary judgment.
Life is cake until it gets on your face.

And today is the day.
Settle your debts and distress;
Your mettle’s been tested and tossed away.

Mary Ann, I’m the one who left you bleeding,
But you forced my hand, though you can’t understand.
Videoland, where I used to work the graveyard.
I’m writing with my toes; soon you’ll read it.
It goes:

Today is the day…