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False Paradise

by Young Elk

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Andrew Macklin Brilliant from start to finish, one of the most under-rated and gorgeous bands who will be missed like Thin White Rope now is one day. Favorite track: Scenes from the End.
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Oh, god damn Didn’t mean to write another song About this grievin’ And all the shit that had gone wrong But here I go again ‘Cause I can’t shake this melody Or this darkness No, just can’t let anything be I’ve got this shovel Now I’m diggin’ I’ve got this bible I’m sick of readin’ Crucifixion look so good When you’re not on the cross Now you’re just nailin’ shit to wood Thinkin’ of takin’ the night off So now you’re drinkin’ on the job Because you don’t know what to do With that noise you can’t shut off In your bedroom Where you laid down roots While your lover Has given up on you
Bundle up and close your eyes This was a lovely way to die Outside the laundromat Is where your mother sat And sang country songs to me Cause she read gossip magazines And she ran barefoot in the street With a bible in one open hand And a holy burning So why are you Sorry? She said we’d meet in paradise But I could see the look in her eyes She was so scared there was nothing There was no one Not a light in The darkness Not a light in The darkness No, not a light
You were afraid to say goodbye You made a promise to your mother when she died That you would trade the truth For a false paradise We went to dinner on a farm I was stuffing my face When a strange man took me arm I promised not to sound alarmed He promised not to do me harm I thought that you would be relieved But you said that I was young And I was seeing things That’s when I learned what to believe When you told baby not to speak And that’s when the lights went out
Ghost 03:25
You look like a ghost With your hand around your throat And we think that you might choke Before the lights will lose their glow Oooh Oooh Your nose it starts to bleed And your heart it skips a bit Before he put you on the street With the dirt beneath your feet Oooh Oooh And you You look just like a ghost You look just like a ghost
Make a run for it at last While you feel hollow Pour a drink and raise a glass To pills you swallowed And how they sent you into a spin You became a suburban shut-in And your children made the bed While you got lost in your head In your head Buy a one-way ticket to Colorado Pour another drink or two Pretend your shallow Take a risk and call a friend Pretend to wonder how they have been Get mad don’t make a mends Close your eyes until it ends Until it ends Started daydreaming again Saw a vision of a man He sat down by me on the grass While my barefeet dangled in To the water where I swam And it sucked me right back in And I forgot just where I’d been So I started to sink Deeper and deeper underneath So I started to sink Deeper and deeper underneath Your feet
I try and try and try To be a better friend To those I keep around I saw a good man die And belly laughed as I Watched him hit the ground You long to be free But you can never be I cried and cried and cried A sad confession that I drank and slept around I lied and lied and lied And took a bunch of shit That wasn’t mine You wanted to breathe But she won’t let you breathe You wanted to bleed But she won’t let you bleed Now you long to be free
I started shivering At the bus stop near my house I hear she’s quivering now When his hand touches her blouse See, I remember rainy days We sent the kids out to play And I was forcing you to say What you didn’t want to say Does that make me cruel? I grabbed a story book From behind our daughter’s couch And a little, black matchbook I lit a smoke on my way down See, it’s the little things That I can’t quite figure out Am I the big, bad wolf? Will I blow this whole house down? Does that make me cruel?
Kitchen Sink 02:49
slept on the carpet of my father's mobile home i dried my eyes and walked a half-mile in the snow man, it was cold my brother told me that i should not go alone then he got angry and i drove to ilwaco and i stole cigarettes from the drugstore rip out the pages if you can it's history no one understands and you were born with a name you can't give back you were just a kid reading paperbacks while your mother laughed and all the good went bad (they did the drugs and you sang the songs everyone was happier with you gone)


released June 15, 2019

All songs written by Ezekiel J Rudick
Produced and arranged by Young Elk
Engineered and mixed by Bruce Reed
Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion in Portland, OR

Album photography by Kelly Reed
Design and layout by Ezekiel J Rudick

Ezekiel J Rudick: Vocals, Guitars, Synth
Tony Reyes: Guitars, Keys
Bruce Reed: Bass, Synth, Vocals
Nic Moen: Drums, Percussion

Guest Musicians:
Kendall Sallay: Vocals
Hannah Glavor: Vocals


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Young Elk Portland, Oregon

Distant, melodic, and at times, crushingly bleak, Young Elk take their more subtle musical cues from introspective americana, shoegaze, and minimalist 90’s indie rock, falling somewhere between Pedro The Lion, Low, and Slowdive.

Young Elk is Ezekiel J Rudick, Tony Reyes, Bruce Reed, and Nic Moen
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