all songs written by 86hope...

drums- westley durden
bass/vocals- gabby le
guitar/vocals- dawson bass

recorded by cole helman of MECCA records
and jacob hamilton PR3 records

mixed by the same cole helman previously listed

mastered by alan mills

cover tattoo by the gabby le that plays bass and sings

leg by dawson... scar by dog

shout out to friends





lyrics:

1. red flare

what are ya doin now? now that you got no body? thought i saw you in passin, seems like you might've seen me. and i try so hard to shoot a red flare in every dream. i hope you're restin now. and i hope that your slumber, it aint a total bummer, nah i hope it's the tits. and i try so hard, to shoot a red flare, but i always miss. speakin of miss, i miss you dearly and though you feel near me you feel far too. still i try so hard, to shoot a red flare like i've been marooned.

2. y'aint gotta be an XMEN

well it's a big cloud hangin over, and it's up to you to blow it all away. y'aint gotta be an XMEN, nah you can be human. we've all got our gifts to share just the same. so why don't you make like storm and send that rain away? easier said than done. easier lost than won. easier said than done. but you can do it, yeah you can do it get it done. cuz it's a big cloud hangin over.

3. fuck it

why'd you go where you couldn't go? you should've known better. why'd she show what she shouldn't have shown? now you'll never forget her. not much makes sense when you're tryin to make sense of it. you know all this shit we sling it's all hit or miss. and whether it sticks or slides like piss, it's all goin down the drain into liquid bliss.

4. picker, prodder

i'm a picker, i'm a prodder, i'm a mother, i'm a father, i'm a brother, i'm a daughter. i'm an "ooh lordy lord oh my godder", i'm a jab from the back into water. i'm a "wish she'd forget what you taught her". i'm a picker, i'm a prodder. i don't know what she's been sayin and i don't care, care, care.

5. dear god,

dear god, why'd you give little brains to big bodies? dear christ, why'd you give bumpy knuckles to folks who aint doin right? dear lord, why'd you give big ol' muscles to the boys who're just lookin to score? don't you know a shit temper with a strong hand's like a sick joke? need i say more? or have you even checked the score board? wake up, it's time to work. i see some things that need fixin. i see some things that need fixin. what's up? hey hey man i aint tryin to be a jerk. but i see some things that need fixin. i see some things that need fixin.

6. smell ya

i can smell your hate from over here, from over here. your scent sure is dank, ya. and i'm sorry i'm not sorry. but you aint gotta stank so bad, stank so bad. i won't take the bait, knock on wood, knock on wood. cuz i'm a smart fish, ya. and i'm sorry i'm not sorry. but you aint gotta stank so bad, stank so bad. i don't like to do that that much. that makes me feel that one way and that sucks. but it seems to me to be your thang. what a fuckin shame. aint that a fuckin shame. cuz you aint gotta stank so bad, stank so bad.

7. more credit

you don't like you too much do ya? but i like you just fine. i think you should give yourself more credit because people like you, and you help people. but i see you gettin real down on yourself. and i hear you singin sad songs. hey you is wrong. and you is stronger than you know, fo sho. i don't like me too much do i? but you like me sometimes. i think i should give myself more credit because you like me, and you help people. but i tend to get real down on myself. and i sing all these sad songs. hey i'm is wrong. and i'm is stronger than i know, fo sho.

8. gettin' grey

things were gettin grey. i remember i was sittin on a dock. listenin to the drip drop of the water off my flops. and i wasn't unsettled, but i wasn't quite content. and i'm sure i cared a little, but i wasn't hell bent. weren't much i could do, except stare at the moon. listenin to the chorus of the crickets and the coons. and i wasn't unsettled, but i wasn't quite content. and i'm sure i cared a little, but i wasn't hell bent.

9. sky spits

the sky spits on us, cuz we done bad. yeah we done real bad. what ya gonna make of it all? when the sky finally decides to fall. no i aint afraid of death. why should i be afraid of somethin i know i got comin to me either way, anyway, any day now? besides what is death but an old friend who's visited time and time again? and what is life but a generous host to keep you comfortable until the end? oh what a theme. oh what irony. so applicable and yet so seemingly meaningless. all of this. and still the sky it spits.