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900 Feet Beneath

by KALI MASI

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1.
Tremors 03:37
I’ve got 20 something years of fire tonight I’ve got 20 more reasons to die If you think I’m the devil then I think you’re right I’ve twisted tongues with the Anti-Christ We’re drinking to drown We’re painting this town - Black. Like the hearts of the crows. You know I wouldn’t lie to you, I’ve got the devil in me and i’ve been living so definitively when I shake. Shake for every moment in the waking. Shake off all the sugar in my wake so I can rest my head. I’m on a mission. This commission of blood Will make your mind look in new directions A liquid sickness. I’ll never lose it for good Bleeding black over red and you know that I should When I shake. The man and his militia don’t want you to breathe They spell heaven with a dollar sign They think I’m the devil, and I think they’re right I speak in tongues and I speak my mind. And we’re drinking to drown We’re painting this town - Black. Like the hearts of the crows. Because if I’m too fast, then you’re too slow Or at least too stoned to shake it tonight.
2.
Tapioca 03:01
I heard a song today. It had the minor fall and the major lift, But the heart fell short in the singers voice He’s just trying to keep up with kitsch. But we won’t put up with that shit. We’ve got the energy that we need We can turn these wheels, we’ve got the means, we’re ok. Because all the times that I wished I was what they were I was so much more and they were all falling short. I found strength in disillusion, fighting confusion, We are blessed with a brand new age, a new page. We’ve got the basements and we’ve got the bands. We can turn it all around it’s all in our hands, Alright. 
Just put your best foot forward 
All seeds bloom in time. 
Just put your best foot forward 
And leave your fears behind. 

Because fears are for the blind.
3.
You’ve been sinking since you were young stealing credit cards and drags of cigarettes You’ve seen the bottoms of a thousand tinted bottles But you can’t stop swimming (because the state lines are biting at your heels) Did the pool halls offer you friendship? Did the drugs wipe away your tears? Did all the sex and drunken fanfare fill your heart while we waited for you christmas year? You blame it all on being young ( I ain’t done nothin’ wrong) Straight teeth but a crooked tongue ( I said ain’t done nothin’ wrong) But Johnathan bloomed a man behind the prison bars ( I ain’t done nothin’, I ain’t done nothin’ I ain’t done nothin’) All the while mama told him shoot for the stars. Wake up, wake up, what have you done? Why does the mirror bend to blend? You’re like a parakeet in keeping Self-obsessed in a circular sickness You’re swallowing your tail, just to throw it back up again Well let’s all get up and dance to the songs that were a hit before your mother was born Though she was born a long long time ago, I think your mother would know better now.
4.
Lion Weight 03:53
Lie. Lie and wait. These weeks rotten meat sticks in your teeth. There’s a grave on our left and shame on your right Was it hard not to toss and turn all night? Wide, wide awake on six months of sweat between the sheets A pistol of aggression and a mouthful of regrets I guess I’ll see how they compete. But, there’s a place for hearts like yours. Caged beneath your worn out skin, untouchable and un-givable. You can beat and pump that thick black smoke throughout your sullen veins, But you couldn’t give that away you couldn’t give that away. I’ve held too tight to float away, you’re too heavy not to sink. Her fingernails in my back, my ribs (I can’t shake this heart awake) Now I’m breathing in the Jameson and I’ll drink her until i’m drunken down and away 
Lie, wide awake.
 Six months of sweat between these sheets. 
A pistol of aggression and a mouthful of regrets, 
I guess I’ll see how they compete.
 The chair dropped out and the rope went taut, now this is fucking with my head. And he’s talking in my dreams now about all the things that you two did. But I’ll give this heart a purpose I will sleep until I surface far and away.
5.
Flowers 03:11
He couldn't seem to get it straight and when the words came out, she walked away. Feeling so disoriented, his fingers were splinters, his heart was fermented. Roses red in the gutter where she'd drown them and said, "They'd look better dead." Everyone said "Take cover with another lover!" That boy's got the heart of a snake. Can't wait around for another lover, it's your heart or i'll give it a resting place. She's standing outside, feeling that she's there to stay. The clouds covered up the sun but she liked it better that way. She let her fingernails rot beneath the paint. Different colors for different days locked in a case inside her brain. I've got some flowers for your mother Because her only daughters dead. I've got some flowers for your mother Because she's buried in my garden bed. (She kept her heart locked away.) I've got some pictures for your mother of a girl beyond the grave. I've got some pictures for your mother of a girl that Jesus never saved.
6.
You let the hair on your face grow long You’ll take the pain and turn it into a melody sheepishly sung behind closed doors You say that you wish you were home more. Will she take your heart? Will she wear it as a charge or a chastity? You let the numbers on the clock tick by You wonder what had happened to the good times Will she take your heart? Will she wear it as a charge or a chastity? You know she goes in that house every night. She sleeps in a different room every time. She sleeps in a different room every night. You lie awake for a different moon and you’ve been awake for days. There’s a lot of people talking about false intentions a lot of people talking about cheat. And I know that it’s hard. But you’ve got to muster the strength to break it to me. You’re working for the weekend But the weekend’s looking bleak. All the while these reindeer games are taking you away. She can barely remember your name. When you lose everything with everyone And no one knows your name When you lose me, Will you let her know that you're letting go? Let go. Brother, you’ve been gone now for what seems like forever Just look at the damage she’s done. You’re praying to god and the vacancy listens On Comet, on Cupid! On Donner, on Blitzen! Tighten the reigns but this flight is destined to crash. Crash!
7.
The scalpel splits the silicone as I nurse a fading lover without a pulse. Your love was a Trojan Horse. Making arrangements for entombments of these strangers. These movements of my heart inside my chest, each pulse inflicts a fracture. Dark waters fill my lungs as I am struggling to breathe. I’m choking on your grief. I am the afterbirth of sorrow, praying I don’t wake up tomorrow. God damn, Christina, how was I supposed to carry on like this? When the only way to stop falling in love... “traffic stops on madison” You’re body was a coal mine We’re coughing and sick Lost men gasp for clarity their lungs still black with soot- Now I am betting on canaries and you’re mourning in your filth. My head is buried in my hands. You’re buried in your guilt. The forceps, they’ve cleared the way. I’m steadied now to face the waves. But my legs are bound. Your love was a sinking anchor. Plunging through the darkest blues, past arms outstretched in beryl hues But now the lake swims in my chest. And it’s pulse evicts the raptures. Dark waters filled my lungs as I am struggling to breathe. Nine hundred feet beneath. I am the afterbirth of sorrow, and if I don’t wake up tomorrow, Perhaps, Christina, you may find your heart in the depths of Lake Michigan. When the only way to stop falling in love... “traffic stopped on madison” ` You’re body was a coal mine We’re coughing and sick Lost men gasp for clarity their lungs still black with soot I am a wounded wolf that’s howling and you mean nothing to me now. but I swear I’ll kill that mother-fucker before the sun goes down. This is my voice. Hear me now, hear me now. You were my voice. Hear me now. Sit and wait for your wave to roll in You’re stuck in your skin waiting for death to cleanse your soul You’ve got to hold on now, you’ve got to hold on. Dig your graves, shake the dead. Empty eyes turn away from the pacts of the living to dig your graves, shake the dead.

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Recorded in the summer of 2012 with Ryan Gorgol at Cellar Door Studios.
All songs written by Sam Porter and performed by The Howl. Cover artwork by Kayleigh Kueffner.

Sam Porter - Guitar/Vocals
Evan Porter - Guitar/vocals
Ryan Grillaert - Bass/Vocals
John Garrison - Drums

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released September 10, 2012

Special thanks to Ryan Gorgol and Pete Fenech, without which this record would have never been possible. Also, Bauer to Royal, Kayleigh Kueffner, Alan Chen, Jordan Burk, Colin Brown, Colin Reineberg, our friends, families and loved ones. Everyone who believed in us and helped us along the way. We are forever grateful!

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KALI MASI Chicago, Illinois

Kali Masi is an American punk rock band from Chicago. They've been heavily touring and self-promoting for the last 6 years; steadily evolving the heavy, emotive, and urgent sound found on their 2017 LP 'WIND INSTRUMENT' and the much anticipated 2021 followup '[laughs]' ... more

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