Cleaner Blood

by Weatherhead

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WEATHERHEAD - CLEANER BLOOD

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released March 11, 2016

All songs written by Weatherhead.
Produced by Bruce Wiegner.

Artwork by Nicholas DePalo, Empirical Designs.

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Weatherhead Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Philadelphia, PA, USA

Evan King
Brendan McGuigan
Jordan Lewis
Joey Ginaldi
Nash Helsel

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Track Name: Cleaner Blood
We cut all our hair off at the first sight of Spring
I felt a little sorry, always drinking off the pain

There's an emptiness that's growing in my chest
Didn't think that I could fall asleep just yet
So I took a pill that made me lose my head
and I slept all day

And we cut all our hair off at the first sight of Spring
I felt a little sorry always killing all my pain

I'm not sentimental, I think I'm depressed
I haven't saved a single memory in my chest
I'm trying hard to keep my bloodstream clean I guess
But I'm not sure why

And I keep cutting my hair so I will look okay
If I look bad then they might ask if I'm really okay
My stupid head can't comprehend just how I'm to behave
I'm hoping, god, I'm asking for a way to kill this pain

my greatest fear is finding out I'm right.
Track Name: I Can't Hear You Anymore
This was supposed to be my first time going to bed sober in two weeks
At least I tried
Oh god, my bones still ache every time I wake up to say my prayers

I can't hear you anymore

And I've been checking all my crosses for you, wondering where you've been
I used to look for you in everything that I found
But a grave without a body is just a hole in the ground

I can't hear you anymore.
Track Name: Bad Circulation
When I drive by your house,
I'm not worried about seeing you or hearing from you at all
Obsessing over the speed of my windshield wipers
I've heard you're moving on just fine

You're getting sick of me now
I can't say that I blame you
My hands are always cold now

The inconsistent feeling of fighting and self-healing
Has choked the life right out me
I know that a head ache or a heart ache
The difference is a mistake
I'm heartless but I know I'm not wrong

You're getting sick of me now
I can't say that I blame you
My hands are always cold now
I can't stay
My hands are always cold now
I guess I'm really all alone now
You used to burn me but I'm cold now

I guess I'm really all alone.
Track Name: Branches For Legs
I've been cutting off my arms when the infection was in my legs the whole time
But really all my limbs are worn and I'm bound to drop my leaves off sometime

But they say you've got branches for legs
Bullet holes right through your face
How'd you get so skinny?
You're so mean
And I try to think of something to say
I struggle with words, okay?
I wanna be okay

The process is appalling but the product is beautiful
Change what you'd like
Turn me into something usable

But they say you've got branches for legs
Bullet holes right through your face
How'd you get so skinny?
You're so mean
And I try to think of something to say
I struggle with words, okay?
I wanna be okay.
Track Name: Contact
A man outside my work says "hi" every day
You'd think he'd at least try to remember my name
He talks about his family and going to work
He says he never saw God's face
That's why he don't go to church

I like that

I found out that there's nobody out there
I'm dead now cause there's nobody out there

The man outside my work gets high every day
I think that's why he never remembers my name
But he offers me advice just like the clouds offer rain
I try to listen close
God damn you all sound the same

But being wrong ain't half as bad as it used to be

If you've always been just a voice in my head
Then who did I make contact with?
I grew up thinking I had a safety net
But when I fell I hit my hollow, empty head
When I spoke it echoed through my vacant thoughts
And when my own voice came back to me
I swore it was God's.