Skeletal Lightning Winter Sampler

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A compilation featuring two songs from each current Skeletal Lightning artist. Proceeds from this sampler will go directly towards the start-up costs of an up-and-coming all-ages venue, Error Records, in Champaign, IL.

Pick up Skeletal Lightning releases here: skeletallightning.storenvy.com

Find out more about the bands here:
Aviator: www.facebook.com/aviatorhc?fref=ts
Kittyhawk: www.facebook.com/kittyhawkchicago?fref=ts
The Reptilian: www.facebook.com/pages/The-Reptilian/124623007569146?fref=ts
Tawny Peaks: www.facebook.com/tawnypeaksband?fref=ts

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released January 25, 2013

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Track Name: Kittyhawk - The First One
i’ll carry the new edition home in the rain before your show if you help me complete it/i’m tangled in wires and cables still/if you help me i need it/the first one I’ve ever had on my own my tiny apartment make sure i don’t miss the morning/twenty and three-quarters then at midnight still it came and went can i fix your jeans as payment/i’m balancing quarters in a stack/because it looks like you might need it if you repair this broken instrument/the second one i’ve ever had on my own in my tiny apartment make sure I don’t miss the morning/another one i’d like to call you my own and the tables turning
make sure i don’t miss the morning/i want you to know/all your postcards are records from our friends, and we’ve got space for it/the neighbors are knocking at the door i can’t hear a word over “kind of blue”/i want you to be the one who replaces my needle cartridge now/ the boxes are empty we can finally call this our new home.
Track Name: Kittyhawk - Older/Wiser
a snowflake, four leaf clover, sitting pretty on the front of your shoulder/from a book you read in high school from the valley to your home with a park view/on your drive up, the mill city, between furniture and food for the kitty/you should hit it closer to home
good is bad is nice is yes is good is fine is no/that might not belong to you/ the cloth that you cut is the one that’s on me/how did it go?/there is safety in small numbers, threw it in the fire and blamed it on each other/needed places safe for fainting, promise “he won’t bite” with eyes half-closed, refraining/sour sympathy, half cold meals, off to bed at night, disaster on your heels/soggy wallet, broken window, bloody in the hallway ill be fine i think that i’ll go i can’t stay up every night/we’ll stay there long enough to say goodbye/here’s to safety, being happy, we are foils all, to that everlasting/victims, only circumstantial here, i’m waiting there, you’re flying off the handle.
Track Name: The Reptilian - Eddie's Lane
It's hard to save something that's dying, faster than you can catch your breath.

It's a lie.

Dirty dishes on Sunday afternoon won't clean up the mess in the other room. I hope you know I wont lose this.

Small dark thoughts dance around my head.
For a week I thought I'd be better off dead.
But now I'm sure I'm having more fun playing this song.

My life's here but you're moving there. My heart can stretch about 4 states wide. My life's here but you're moving there.

I've been coming here for days and staying for what seems a lot like years.
Track Name: The Reptilian - Gold Blooded
you'll pick a fight with all of your friends only to find you'll play one song.
what if i double back and find that something has slipped through the
cracked hull of our rescued ship? please dont yell at me it's common courtesy.
this party wont stop until the floor caves in.
how does shitting on your friends day make up for your lack of shape?
they'll shut you down, no matter what.
moving from house to house. disrespect follows.
liar traitor thief
take this night and block it from my mind.
Track Name: Tawny Peaks - Collect Calling
Maybe fate won't come around
But I think I hear its sound
I know that you can't feel alive anymore
I know that speaking freely does not come easily
Finding missing pieces takes so god damn long
Let's hope you never realize what you did

You act like the world's one giant fuse waiting to blow
And every tiny tremor digs into the very center of your soul

I can't put this on paper, so how can I talk to you?
Track Name: Tawny Peaks - More Proof
More proof that I'm unaware of the things I do
My varied options are nothing new
Can't help myself, so I can't help you

Well, did you realize that you have no rewind?
Life with a lack of oxygen
Maybe if you'd looked for the time, you could've done something

More proof that in the moment I just can't care
Can't stand the thought of my thoughts laid bare
I wake up in ambiguity

Well, did you realize that you have no rewind?
Life with a lack of oxygen
Maybe if you'd looked for the time, you could've done something

But where?

I've been watching the road ahead
At some point I noticed
My foolish eyes had forgotten how to focus

Leave me be
I'm perfectly aware of what I should see
Just tell me why I can't reach sense realistically or speak sensibly

With all the wind that blows my mind goes freely
With every gust I feel like nature's forcing me
With every branch that breaks my mind too breaks free
With all the wind that blows I won't go easily

Let me see
I'm forcefully aware of what this should be
Just tell me why

With all the wind that blows my mind goes freely
With every gust I feel like nature's forcing me
With every branch that breaks my mind too breaks free
With all the wind that blows I won't go easily
Track Name: Aviator - Harvest Words
Constant distraction, no sense of direction, no motivation. I can't get used to this, yet it still lures me in. This fruit is not yet ripe, yet we continue to strip the vine. Creative droughts never harvest words. These things get easier with time. I grind my teeth subconsciously every evening till I fall asleep. This lack of clarity still follows me in my dreams. Shrouded in secrecy I cried an ocean to the page with no one to listen to me. I drown beneath the waves. I'll lock myself in a box of doubt in the hopes that one day it will let me out. Alone with no one to listen, I drown in my own waves. I dug my own grave. Same old story.