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  • Limited Edition High-Bias Cassette
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    High quality high-bias grey cassettes. Each tape includes a hand-numbered insert with lyrics & a digital download card.

    Includes unlimited streaming of WWTDWWD? via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

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1.
We built a tower to get closer. Oh the nerve! Oh the nerve! We got on well up till then, as we gave birth to A. I.; a singularity of mind. Divided innocence as insolence all the wars! and the dischord wraught! He’s got a God complex. The difference bred by divine pursuit may provide the shit to shoot. But this monumental collapse of temper has crafted us a hair suit
2.
Winnebago 02:34
Stop being so melodramatic. Like sand through the hourglass, you’re talking out your arse. Coprolalia sounds better than it tastes, but these lessons of home grown folklore, think I’ve heard ‘em all before. You want your words to carry the weight of ten men, you pause for effect again. I watch them roll out of your mouth, onto the floor, I watch them go; each, more than the last, as contrived and insipid as the name on a Winnebago. Worst of all is the typeface. (there’s nothing worse than bad font) It’s hard to understand these things when they’re in wingdings (these wing ding things)
3.
You said “write down a negative thought something that’s been weighing you down throw it in the river and let it drown”. You assured me it would be very cathartic. I obeyed, to your will, ever the apparatchik. Contrary to what was promised it didn’t make me feel any better, it just felt like glorified littering. It’s this cheesy constriction that keeps me fettered.
4.
These red skeletal giraffes dot the horizon, looming out of the thick industrial haze. Strangers looking from afar may think, these are the creatures of gentry ruling Botany Bay. Ruling with an iron fist, lifting and laying waste. Too big for their boots but still bound to Botany Bay.
5.
Springtime and everybody’s getting infinitely more than I, Springtime; all manner of creatures reaching out to bum a light. Springtime and by right the birds are fucking the bees The bees are fucking, the bees are fucking the trees Springtime and by right the shores are fucking the seas, as sure as they’re fucking the birds, the bees and the trees. It’s still chilly in the friendly DMZ, A frigid climate hangs over me.
6.
Each time it comes as a surprise, despite the singularity of my reprise. Each time I think I can finally own up to my petulant past. I fall into the same funk, the room and I oddly shrunk, a hole in the floor spewing sickly steaming muck; the artesian well of zeal that’s just your luck. The small room quickly fills, and still the well spills. It’s not just my wounded pride, though theres that too. It’s not just that I’m tired, though I’m that too. It’s that I’m still a child, my fixations still wild, and all the while those I love are doomed to bear the weight and those that would are forced to wait.
7.
I’m scared of the rules, or lack thereof. You want casual? Well my level of nonchalance is: unheard of. All that’s left to do after you confirmed my fears is put on bright eyes and Connor O-burst into tears. I’m meant, I mean, there’s an expectation, to be most, most grateful for the scraps of attention that fall sparingly from your table
8.
In the winter of the discontent of all with me where there was once warm clarity I gathered the cold baggage of others; a garage sale of snowballed clutter. A proud propensity to love once stood tall once an earnest shout now a drawl picking up bad habits and pitfalls; shit that would make a younger self apalled. Others scars I’ve traced on my side, thorny indifference transferred to my hide. (Shit that would make a younger self apalled) Maybe its cos they’re the ones we admire most that we mimic and inflict our hurts as a host. Passing on the same insecurities modelling their peculiarities. Get left at a pole then forever man that post, tied by colourful bonds that cut the most. A garish wrapping anually dragged tight with all the ritual ecstasy of a pagan rite.
9.
My M.O. since you rejected me is take up all your hobbies and make someone fall in love with me and let them down so easily like you did for me. Like you did for me, like balloon animalry inflated twisted and formed from my own self pity; that renewable source of energy. That renewable source of energy. I’ll find two X chromosomes and craft an ex-girlfriend, and she’ll probably look a bit like you.

about

Following two independent releases under their previous moniker of "Crouching 80's Hidden Acronym", Ted Danson With Wolves come out swinging with their debut album "WWTDWWD?"

TDWW has been listed by Blunt Magazine as one of the bands to keep an eye on in 2014, as well as having radio play on numerous Triple J shows.

Red Panda Records is so stoked to be releasing this on a limited run of cassettes!

To stream this album in full or to buy a vinyl release of this album, head to Eunoia Collective's Bandcamp here:
eunoiacollective.com/album/wwtdwwd-2

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released February 28, 2014

Dean: Bass & Vocals.
Josh: Guitar & Vocals.
Nick: Sax & Vocals.
Tom: Drums.

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