STRAYS Split EP

by Mike Petruccelli

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    Limited edition CD of the split in full. Contains 12 songs from myself, Jason Swearingen, Gillian Mcghee, and Jason S. Thompson.

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THE CONTEXT:
Gillian Mcghee, Jason Swearingen, and Jason Thompson are all intelligent and talented songwriters. To be a part of this split with them is really an honor for me because they are not only close friends, but they all do their part in making songwriting an important part of their lives. This split was a DIY release on all of our parts, thus please support them as well by listening to the songs on their bandcamps below.

Jason Swearingen:
jasondouglassswearingen.bandcamp.com/album/strays

Gillian Mcghee:
hiho.bandcamp.com

Jason S. Thompson:
jasonsthompson.bandcamp.com/album/strays

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released May 8, 2015

Music and Lyrics by Mike Petruccelli.
Tracked and mixed by Spenser Morris.
Cover photo taken by Mat Stokes.
Cover layout by Jason S. Thompson.
Mastering by Luke Mcneil.

Recorded in February/March of 2015 in Spenser's living room.

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Mike Petruccelli Chicago, Illinois

"He's fat and his music sucks and he isn't a lance corporal."

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"He's basically the punk version of Garfield."

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"He cannot process stress normally. Highly anxious."

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"I really wish he was quieter"

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Track Name: You Build Them, We Burn Them.
Some people are afraid to be honest about what they want from their lives and how selfish they can be. Sometimes I miss racists from that small town, collecting up the dust inside those factories. They’d sit in their trucks and their basements, drinking like it’s doomsday, and shooting rounds into the woods. Where discontent turns into affliction, and all of them are up to no good, it’s a weird thing to miss, but they don’t have to lie as if they should.

When I went back home to Tucker’s, a man walked up to Lucy, and like nothing I’ve ever seen, mentioned the bad news from a doctor, revealed a chemo bag, and said “I only have three weeks.” I don’t know what we expected, like Christmas Eve in a bar had some sort of lock and chain to stop everything awful from happening. But by the books it’s just another fucking day, we can wish like it’s not but doesn’t really work that way. We tried to give him something to replace, but we just stood there fumbling in shock, and then, he slowly walked away.

Sometimes it’s like a dream, and it kind of kills me, and there’s always something that I can’t place into definition with why or how, it’s just that way.
Track Name: Work of Ghouls
I looked for answers from the 94th that night, high from first warmth of the spring. I start off in the red and when the snow melts I begin, with Selma and 20 bucks in my hand. Near running stair men and open air vents, I looked out at lights and lines. And whatever chapter I’m already half though, for once I think I got the wording it right.

It’s just like the work of ghouls, with amber laced unforgiving truths.
It’s just like the work of ghouls, laid out in its owning secrecy, but it’s coming back to me.

When my soul dropped and I was back in the rough, I rode feeling threatening undertones. Incomplete figures on the street, blurring faces turning into ghosts. And I felt it again, it’s so quick on the draw, right there and then was when I knew, the wording fell through.

It’s just like the work of ghouls, with amber laced unforgiving truths.
It’s just like the work of ghouls, laid out in its owning secrecy, barely coming back to me.
Track Name: Caped Crusaders (for Mental Health)
There's so many things to calculate in the greater schemes
that I'm left inside the depth of my worry, I'll write examples, charts and graphs but I'm three feet of snow in an empty pool, a suitcase in a living room.

So I can't, go on with plans, because there’s too much outside,
so I'll stay in, home vacation, and just wait for all of this to subside.
I’ve got nowhere to go, at least, I don’t think so.

I think I lost myself somewhere along the way while I slowly let my feet off the brakes. Then I’ll tell you what I’ve learned in the long run, “The universe works collectively against me.”

So I can't, go on with plans, because I’m not finished with what I need to get through. There’s so much I need to do.

I’ve got nowhere to go, because I’m too afraid,
I can’t move on because I can’t escape.