Demo 2007

by American Ice Age

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Recorded in 2007 prior to the release of "Dead Kings" on Think Fast! Records. All these tracks ended up on that release, but these are the original versions from the earlier days of the band. The last track has a hidden track, a cover of the Misfits"Static Age"

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released February 18, 2007

Recording and artwork by Jeff Tiu

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Track Name: The Gemini Lounge
Bitter is the cold of the frost in the hearts of the damned.
Track Name: Honor Among Thieves
The bones buried in your backyard, those bones you tried so hard to hide. They’re turning over in their shallow graves. The bones buried in your backyard will come back to haunt you heart. So let this burden weigh heavy on a head that can’t be saved. We’re too smart for the lies you’re telling, and too broke for the shit you’re selling. Savor the days when you get them singing your song, a chorus of, “poor poor you.” Those days run down and that fickle crowd sings a different tune. And you become the deeds you’ve done. The greatest liars have forked tongues. Retrace the things you said, every self pity filled word. Those sorry speeches won an army of the blind and naive. Retrace the things you said, and try to grow eyes in the back of your head. So you won’t have to turn around to see their retreat. We’re too smart for the lies you’re telling, and too broke for the shit you’re selling. Savor the days when you get them singing your song, a chorus of, “poor poor you.” Those days run down and that fickle crowd sings a different tune. The greatest liars have forked tongues.
Track Name: Our Pathogen
In the woods just on the outskirts of town, by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop, the body of a kid from around here was found under leaves, under brush, and in two weeks they’ll be clamoring for blood. Coming back from commercials in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. We just can’t sell the truth half as well as the shit that we shovel to pacify ourselves. We’re birthing demons. And pointing fingers at everyone else. In the woods just on the outskirts of town, by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop, hand covered mouths and finger pointing abounds. Cause we can't blame ourselves for the fucked up things that fester in our towns. Coming back from commercials in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. We just can’t sell the truth half as well as the shit that we shovel to pacify ourselves. We’re birthing demons. And pointing fingers at everyone else. Coming back from break in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. There are no devils or demons to be found in the woods by the docks at the end of the streets where you shop. Just some fucked up kids that everyone forgot in the woods by the docks at the end of the streets… in your backyard.
Track Name: My Own Luca Brasi
I don’t mourn for the skin that I shed, I’m fully aware that it’s already dead. So it goes. You just can’t walk these streets with anchors tied to around your feet. So it goes. For all you know I’m dead and gone. For all you know I’ll carry on. For all you know I’m gone. This should have been more grandiose but so it goes. Let’s dispense with pleasantries, cause I don’t give a fuck and I’m starting to see. So it goes. With all the clichéd scars on our backs, we slowly uncover the sordid facts. So it goes. Yes, I’m keenly aware of the fact that my funeral will be poorly attended. But I can sleep like the dead every night cause I stood up and fought when I could have surrendered. Cognizant of the fact that my funeral will be poorly attended. I sleep like the dead cause I stood up and fought when I could have surrendered.