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Whatever Makes Being Together Feel Good

by Real Tree

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Rrrrrose Sleepover helps me everyday to find the energy when nothing is there.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Favorite track: Sleepover.
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Kaylin I was ECSTATIC to learn there was more "pigeon pit" that I hadn't heard, and the electric sound is a welcomed, loved, EXCITING addition!!!!!! I hope so much to not only hear new content in some future but to be at a performance. me and my girlfriend sing "I don't wanna wake up, I don't wanna [do or go somewhere we gotta]" daily. long linger the voice of Lomes!!!!! Favorite track: Tall Black Trees.
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RheDYn griFFiN ⚧ Another emotional album from one of my favourite artists x Favorite track: Tall Black Trees.
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1.
Peach 02:19
the blood from a peach runs down your chin blunts on the porch your skin on my skin can we count it as moving forward if its just a bolt bus to your house we both know we’re gonna lie here smoking till our lungs turn black Just us and our bitter hearts, staring at stars for hours in the back of your car and we grow tougher than we feared that we'd ever be forced to and we grow more tender then we had ever thought possible and our seven bodies crammed onto my mattress windows open the wallpaper peeling and fading, and our trauma becomes washed out, more abstract and stomped out i know even though i dont have everything worked out im gonna call all the people i miss to say i cant wait to kiss you and chain smoke on your front step lay my head on your chest ghosts of friends, waist deep in lake washington, i will never forget all the reasons i'm not dead yet, all the cats in my neighborhood and all the times you asked for help and i couldnt give it we feel lost like kids on the streets inside our brains carved by abuse, love, survival and all those other things one way streets internalized as we ride our bikes they become the neighborhood we grew up in after all of the phone calls, all the letters i wrote you, you’d think i’d figure out the words to tell you how much i love you, and i know it’s hard for you to feel like you deserve to feel good
2.
Take Out 02:05
cool night air stagnant i smoke off nervousness outside the santa cruz county bail bonds office it is an hour or so if we are lucky till they let you go when we showed up in the car to pick you up with pizza and vodka five minutes late they said you already left with who or where to they wouldn’t say so we ran through the parking lot of the county jail our love is the wildfire up on the hill, too big to fail screaming your name vaguely towards the river levee we are wolves and this is our howling roll down the windows turn up the heat blow cigarette smoke look down at our bare feet driving towards the shitty chinese restaurant the best deal on this end of town but that was our self care that was our warm red booth that was anything that got me to leave my fucking room this winter my head feels light, my vision skewed trying to think about how i feel when i’m hanging out with you I look down at my lap read the bold red letters on the take out bag all it said was thank you, and please come back soon
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Pisces 02:33
Between your pisces eyes, like oregon hot springs And my tendency to stay inside for junk food for dinner, my ashtray knocked over I’ll pick you up, i’ll smoke you out I know what this year has done to you Just lay in the bath, a bowl to yourself Let the water run right over you Last night I read that “darkness is for doing whatever makes being together feel good” I don’t even know you, I just want to let you feel this So we hang out everyday for weeks, until we think in parallel And in your smile I dont speak, I let your silence find me i let yr silence find me I’ll pick you up, i’ll smoke you out I know what this year has done to you Just lay in the bath, a bowl 2 yourself And let the water run right over you The sunlit grass warms my back, and you look at me like you know how hard I'm trying I swim deep down under dark gentle water and the soft reeds brush my ankles Where there’s no light and no sound, just the algae surrounding me in guarding Last night I read that “darkness is for doing whatever makes being together feel good” I don’t even know you, I just want to let you feel this
5.
Sleepover 02:13
Bury my feet in the dirt by the pine in the garden With my cat, he got too brave in the breath of the freeway Bury my feet in yr blankets christmas lights in your bedroom With your cat i get brave and i tell you how i’m feeling Bury my face in your hair, you smell like parliaments and whispered fears Like what if you move back to new york and i never see you again? We wear each others clothes, a silent promise on the back porch We pack another bowl and skate down to the corner store Watch the nail glow red turn my teeth into ash You’ve got eyes like fire and i’m feeling cashed With grief in my lungs i will choke on your silence Your breath on my lips tastes like skullcap and violets And our eyes glaze over eagerly in smoked out fantasies of chosen family A house in the woods, a litter of kittens, we could raise our children with a river to swim in You brush my hair behind my ear Can’t stay in this town long, but for tonight you’re here I never throw out your empties, you text me every night I see reflections of ghosts, like your eyes in the porch light
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strawberry stained fingertips chain smoking binge-watching netflix bike grease in my hair blood on your jeans blisters on your feet a huge grin full of teeth the california drought the smell after the thunderstorm that knocked the power out sweat soaks up my handle bars, i want to die with all my scars if they don’t like the way we are, then fuck them and i stayed up, chain smoking in the kitchen until you got home and the curtains were on fire. fuck, i’m sorry you feel all alone with the tv blasting shadows on my face — hitching back to the apartment — it was such a lonely place. i place my head between my knees and think: “do you ever have nights like these ?“ so separated from my sense of self and the shit you keep up on your bookshelf. so i just take another sip. i keep falling off and eating shit and forgetting to unclip the sun will rise another time, for now it’s me and you, our bikes we trip and stumble, laughing, to the park the flea bites laid out on my wrist, the heart shaped blister on my palm the handlebars had etched my body is out on my back porch my brain is fucking somewhere else, on the roof with the flags we torched
7.
Hot Knives 04:02
i’m feeling embarrassed i let the moonlight get the best of me i swear i was doing better, right now im just drunker than i meant to be snow swallows up the puget sound beneath my feet six stories down beneath blueberry wine and blunts telling myself “i’ll wake up from this nightmare, roll over to find your soft freckled shoulders right there next to mine" i can’t help feeling bitter, i can’t help feeling left behind i don’t give a shit, i’m not embarrassed i’m just falling apart on the back porch of the house that i used to live in i don’t know if it’s the hot knives or the dissociation could i still drive this car all night and crawl in bed with you in oakland? i can’t remember how it happened, i got to used to isolation now i still talk to you at night to see you smile and feel you listen i can feel your fingers through the burn holes in my sweatshirt i wind up smoked out in your bedroom every time that i get hurt you pull my hair and i get scared, i steal your favorite sweatshirt and wear it when i miss you, months after you’re gone i can feel your fingers through the burn holes in my sweatshirt while we make out in the bathroom of a house i’ve never been before when i black out we’re holding hands and laughing in your kitchen i still struggle to feel stable months after you’re gone

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This album is pay what you can, but please pay if you can <3

Ⓐ Olympia pop punk, gay and fast like god intended Ⓔ

"I thought this band was going to sound like Nausea."-Jake

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released November 14, 2018

Lomes - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
Bee - Drums

Additional vocals on "Peach" by Sadie Switchblade
Recorded at Left Field Studios in Shelton, WA
Mastered at˜ Dead Air Studios by Will Killingsworth
Photo of Lomes and Synnove by Mari Nagaoka, cover collaged by Lomes and August

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Real Tree Olympia, Washington

Bee - Drums
Lomes - Guitar and Vox
Cailey - Bass

Olympia pop punk, gay and fast like god intended.

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