PRETEND

by Pagan Powers

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Recorded in 45 minutes in a dusty ass living room right before our drummer boarded a 2 A.M. bus to Mexico. This is our first EP.

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released 31 July 2012
Thanks to E.J. Neumeyer at YoungTough.com for the recordings.

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Pagan Powers Indio, California

Punk rock and palm trees

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Track Name: It's A Drag
It's a drag, man
How it all comes together
With light and sound
and picture and color

It's a drag man,
How it all comes together
With light and sound
and picture and color

With these people in mind
They all make faces
But so can I
Yeah, so can I

I wear it hard so they can't see
What lies beneath this skin of mine
I wear it hard so they can't see
What lies beneath this skin of mine, yeah

With these people in mind
They all make faces
But so can I
Yeah, so can I

I wear it hard so they can't see
What lies beneath this skin of mine
I wear it hard so they can't see
What lies beneath this skin of mine, yeah
Track Name: I Take
I take, I take
this life of mine
I keep, I keep
Forgetting what I am

I take, I take
this life of mine
I keep, I keep
Forgetting what I am

I put the bag over my head
Enclose my hate
I put the bag over my head
Enclose my hate
I forget what I am
Because I'm a fucking ape

I take, I take
This life of mine
I keep, I keep
Forgetting what I am

I take, I take
This life of mine,
I keep, I keep
Forgetting what I am
Forgetting what I am

I put the bag over my head
Enclose my hate
I put the bag over my head
Enclose my hate
I forget what I am
Because I'm a fucking ape, yeah
Yeah
Track Name: Punching Things
Punching things
Fucked up wrist
Your fucked up kiss
Your fucked vision
The way the world
Should be had
Made, gathered, cultivated

Two separate pages
And three different books
She's giving me dirty looks
Guilty and stupid
I hand her a beer

And we pretend like nothing ever happened
We pretend like nothing ever happened
We pretend like nothing ever happened

Later it's as though
The fury pours out of ears
Soaks onto my shirt
And douses my torso aflame
And only when I'm finally under
Completely sedated, I realize
The stupidity of it all

So I call you
I call the other you
So I call you
I call the other you

And I cry and I yell
I cry and I yell
I cry and I yell
And I laugh and I laugh and I laugh
And I laugh and I laugh and I laugh
Ha, ha, ha
Track Name: Telephone
The days are becoming years
Facing all my fears
Yet hope just disappears

Alone and afraid
No matter what's at stake
Alone and afraid,
No matter what's at stake

Seeking something always known
I call you on the telephone
Seeking something always known
I call you on the telephone

You never answer, never answer
Nothing changes, nothing changes
It never changes, never changes
It never changes, never changes

Seeing something always known
I call you on the telephone
Seeking something always known
I call you on the telephone

You never answer, never answer
Nothing changes, nothing changes
It never changes, never changes
It never changes, never changes
Track Name: Ditchless, Destruction
Ditchless, destruction
Obvious through and through
People are unfriendly
Entirely too cool

Ditchless, destruction
Obvious through and through
People are unfriendly
Entirely too cool

Entirely too cool
Entirely too cool
Entirely too cool
Entirely too cool
Track Name: Spent
He's name dropping, Hollywood
Something never understood
Prove yourself to be a man
Makes no difference who I am

Laughing at a stranger's jokes
Let them know you're all a hoax
Talking with the volume loud
Makes no sense, you have no doubts

All the same, all the rest
All the same, all the rest
All the same, all the rest
All the same, all the rest

All the same like all the rest
Wait til all your luck is spent
All the same like all the rest
Wait til all your luck it spent

Spent, spent, spent
Track Name: Bad Attitude
She walks around with her attitude
She walks around with her fancy shoes
She walks around with her attitude
She walks around with her fancy shoes

With her face held high
Make you want to die
With her face held high
Make you want to die

I ain't got no feeling, feeling
I ain't got no feeling, feeling
I ain't got no feeling, feeling
I ain't got no feeling, feeling, feeling

With her face held high
Make you want to die
With her face held high
Make you want to die

I ain't got no feeling, feeling
I ain't got no feeling, feeling
I ain't got no feeling, feeling
I ain't got no feeling, feeling, feeling