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Part of Being Human

by Humans Etcetera

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No Refund 03:43
(back, back) Take a card. Any card. Reveal a hand and hope not to lose. Take a card. Take a card. Lay them all down. Shapes in a row fail to dodge what is due. Ew, broke when opened. Take a shot and snap it. Reveal a photo for living proof. Take a shot to the chest. Catch a small breath. Shapes in blood on a shirt near the wound. Ew, broke when opened. Returned. What I took was all chance after chance, and where I am is a house of cards mid-collapse, so I wanna take it back. (back, back) Ew, broke when opened. Returned. Ew, no money back. No refund. Ew, broke when opened. Returned. Ew, no money back. No refund. (back, back) Broke when opened! Return! (what I took was all chance after chance) No money back! No refund! (and where I am is a house of cards mid-collapse) (ew, broke when opened, returned) Broke when opened! Return! (ew, no money back, no refund) No money back! No refund! Broke when opened! Return! No money back! No refund! (back, back) Broke when opened! Return! No money back! No refund! Broke when opened! Return! No money back! No refund!
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They cut your wings off. Then you're free to fly away into the night where I can't find your love. In your brain, in your bird brain, everything's so simple. You still fly like a wingless missile falling from the sky. Oh, here's what I think of, in my free time, lying awake, almost sunrise, I'll have a slice of your love. In your brain, in your bird brain, everything's so simple. You crash-land right through the table, breaking everything.
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Consumed 02:44
Crawling from a filthy cave, feet in Nikes, darkened eyes upon my face, I can't quit blinking. A windchill lays down on my spine, it straightens me out enough to register the signs for buying shit. Chip inside my pockets tells my flesh with a buzz, I'm not conscious, and I'm not... wearing a flag as a t-shirt. And I’m not waking up from the lie. Who the fuck has the time to lose? Waiting in a payment zone, still listening to adverts from a megaphone, spacing out. A whisper from an error code, willing myself to cancel it and walk away... You don't need this... You don't need this... You don't need this... You can stop... wearing the flag. I'm not sleeping through all my life. Who the fuck has the time to lose without feeling the grief?
5.
Treelined 02:16
Singing to the tree line, barely a possibility of my voice bouncing back to me. No echo in the space outside. Like a vacuum with roots below, and into them, all my sounds go. Singing to the tree line. but in-between my breath I find a tide of tiny bugs that I can’t understand. Prying into my mind, their buzzing sounds in my third eye. A tiny bug that I can’t understand left its bite, and a quick cry escapes my lips. This itch could take some time. I'm singing to the tree line, barely a possibility of my voice bouncing back to me. No echo in the space outside. Like a vacuum with roots below, and into them, all my sounds go. Singing to the tree line. In-between my breath I find a tide of tiny bugs that I can’t understand. Prying into my mind, their buzzing sounds in my third eye. A tiny bug that I can’t understand left its bite, and a quick cry escapes my lips. This itch could take some time.
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Bored 03:23
(ahhhh)
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I'm following a new connection down an aromatic hall, like a frog to its dissection lesson or an ominous pot. I'm headed in the wrong direction. Something feels off. Portentous, it's whatever. I needn't ponder it. I followed it to a strange location, down an aromatic hall. And regret has no abbreviation for all that I saw. Important to remember when you feel it's got you following a new connection down an aromatic hall, like a student to a graduation, cap and gown on. You're lost with no sense of direction. Stop and ask someone... for help! Ask someone for help! Ask someone for help! Ask someone for help! Ask someone for help! Ask someone for help! Ask someone for... help! I followed every connection to an aromatic hall where not a hint of any revelation could be pinned under paw. Why entrench self-reflection to watch meaning get tossed? Help, for what you are?
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No Reply 03:20
I almost died entering the restroom; entering a wet tomb. They would've found me dead, a liter of piss, soaked in my jeans. No... reply! No... reply! Scent, I’m like rotten oranges at the bottom of an empty swimming pool under an August sun. Dried, and waiting for you. Dying for you just to... write me back. Write me back. Write me. Write me. Back. No... reply! No... reply!
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Gone 04:18
By the time I caught it 99 times, it was gone! Left the one, alone to die! Just my luck, a landmine touched by my foot. Screws in the back of the head. (twist) Betty bounces back into bed. (wish) Gone from this world to the next. My spirit fucking fled… Wait... I didn’t draft up such a plan, wouldn’t have dreamed I’d bleed for this land. I never saw their hidden hands, only felt the pulse of the caravan. I went with them so now I’m gone. Wait... I didn’t draft up such a plan, wouldn’t have dreamed I’d bleed for this land. Oh no. Oh, I never saw their hidden hands, only felt the pulse of the caravan. I went with them and now I am gone. Blade... to cut myself out of this mess, a second chance pried from a death grip. Running, but watching my step. Forget the pain of the slug in my leg. The 99th time is a bet, I caught the dice rolling and I’m trying not to slip. Then a bird appears through the mist with a bonus life. I reach for the lift. I went with them so now I’m gone. Gone!
10.
(all tree, tree... no bark... no bark...) (taken... it's been...) (naked... forest...) There is no pure clouds floating 'round, it's all smoke from the bulldozers. Copy-cats, they won't own it. Overblown egos, hollow men punching time cards like rings adding up to a check! Who will cash it out? One foot in the quicksand, no wishing-well for your loose change, drowning, swollen plump, for a check! There is no medikit that can remove the damage. We've broken the budget. Fork it out. Sell our gold crowns and things, inking blood on a check! Who'll cash it out?
11.
Gold Coast 05:04
We got lost in the television, our bellies full of moonlit snacks. Have you forgotten? Cuz I can’t remember the lines we should use to go back. It’s too hypnotic, romantic limbo, the time we can’t take back. Where’s the park bench that was home to hopeless dreamers? There’s not a palm tree left to shade our skin. We got too comfortable on the sofa and dreamt we were paralyzed. Why’s the bright sand alive with fire-ants? Since when did the street food start waking me up to puke? Oh, Gold Coast. Why didn’t we try? What’s worth it to save? I’ll know it when’s it's all too late. Awake, throat craving a drop. We held a glass in the bathroom sink, looked at you and I thought: How much would I give to feel safe under the sun with you? The shadow is immune to the lasers on the beach. So just half. Oh, Gold Coast. If we really didn’t try then take me with your tide.

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"Featuring a very retro sound reminiscent of new wave, Henry really paints a stunning picture [...] an evocative, expressive slice of electronic pop, attractive in style and genre to both younger and more middle-aged fans of the genre." - V13

"It’s an intricate and eclectic set of songs, combining grungy rockers with complex time signatures, progressive structures with melodic hooks, and thoughtful, introspective narratives." - Treble

"...you should be more than pleasantly surprised with the sheer quality and emotion portrayed in this body of work – it’s truly astonishing. We would highly recommend listening to this project if you are into more experimental genres of rock, as this will most definitely blow you away. The progression within this album is second to none. Combined with outstanding musicianship, HUMANS ETCETERA have most definitely put themselves back on the map." - Distorted Sound Magazine

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released September 30, 2022

Catalog ID: NEF-94
www.nefariousindustries.com/nef-94

Christopher Henry - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboard, Drums
Lin Xiaoyang - Backing vocals on "Lovebirds"
Recorded and mixed by Christopher Henry in Wenzhou, China
Mastered by Pinggong in Yiwu, China

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Christopher Henry, alt rocker from West Virginia, music master in Wenzhou, China.

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