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Friends Applaud; the Comedy is Over

by me and him call it us

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1.
The weight 02:56
i'm so sick of this conversation are we closer? maybe by miles, but never in your heart stay here, sit quietly. it won't be long i'd return and hold your trembling hands, but you were never there anyway so why am i still singing? regrets are sure to follow, let's pretend we never met fatigue, fatigue, fatigue then you can fuck someone else and i can stay at home when did it get so cold in this city? fatigue, fatigue, fatigue, fatigue, fatigue, fatigue melt away, melt away, we're melting fatigue and wait, fatigue and wait, fatigue and wait.
2.
Frostbit 01:05
open your eyes and look out the window the wood is warped, fingers stiffen i write because frostbit snow makes me late, make our lips cold melt let your chest become hollow and your mind numb let happiness make your body glow would you marry me, please?
3.
Seasick 01:27
i love the way the sun once burned in your eyes knee deep in shit, tears knee deep in shit, fell the glare we stare, we stare into... wait, wait, we wait to leave the state; the state of weight and fear a paved passage, charcoal in shade escaping from the dropping star what makes you so scared of lingering, staying now and here? my treble clef palate makes me late a start set sail, stay useful what do we have left?
4.
this attitude is boring, so i'm left here waiting, watching and failing (to find hope) i wish i knew who felt like a friend anymore, because this weight i cannot bear sink, sink, sink sink, sink, sink i just don't trust these words being said but i know it's my fault because i'd sing the song sadder if i could laced with guilt i'm alone, alone, all alone alone, alone, all alone but being here, i couldn't be more sincere how am i supposed to say this so you know i mean it? "i got places to be..." he said "while you sit there trying to feel better or feel worse, what's the difference because you can't be saved anyway. the worst part you can't feel what's real anyway".
5.
wait and breathe your light fire a sunlit room with shit like fumes, we really need to talk spineless and bland a soft chord in a palm orchard 50 days away silent and grey i want to share my struggles and my memories silent and grey (from the sweet smells, hugs and welcome homes. the greener grass lingers in a spring meadow as the sheets dance with the wind on a string. listen to the crickets sing... i'm home.) i'm getting a bit older now, things don't really matter as much to me. i see things that remind me of my youth, as disheartening as it may seem, and i feel like an old man. but i'm not. i'm still young with so much to live for. i've got friends and punk rock. what more could i ask for? when did apathy become a trend?
6.
screaming 'til i'm hoarse so fondly in ignorance, i do recall the paleness of your heart talk to me when your voice stops cracking talk to me i don't like hearing it like this i don't like feeling it like this i don't like finding out the worst part i still get the shakes and nerve-wracking anxiety (the winter in my bones) it sneaks up and creeps from outside

about

The mahciu swansong.
Our concluding studio output, and by far our finest work.

credits

released June 5, 2020

Blake Connally - guitar / vocals
Aaron Wamack - drums / vocals
Jeremy McCleary - bass
Chris Turner - guitar

Recorded by Anthony Lunn at Death Express Studio October 2006 in about a week or so
artwork by Jeremy McCleary 2010
remastered 2020 by Zach Sebastian

All of us are growing up...and this is how we choose to express ourselves.

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"Almost defining the sense of aural discomfiture, this collage of an emotional pit is beyond the term 'melee'. No one knows what it is, but they call it Us."
- unknown

"The tracks presented by Me And Him Call It Us display their signature grind / punk sound. Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, MAHCIU are currently on their second national tour and have a number of regional tours under their belt. With this being their third release, MAHCIU continue to build up their momentum."
- Guevara Entertainment
(original press release from 2007)

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me and him call it us Loganville, Georgia

Loss shall be my companion.

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2003 - 2007

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