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treehouse

by pigeon pit

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    First Time Ever on Vinyl!!! Featuring updated cover art and 12x24 fold out insert.

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  • limited edition tape!
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    second run of 50 tapes from fourth row records in san jose, ca!

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    Black Cassettes. Edition of 200 with 100 available here via Ernest Jenning Record Co. and 100 available from the band at shows. These should be shipping out by mid September.

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1.
peach 02:30
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, looking 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 more tender then we had ever thought possible with 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, and 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.
hot knives 04:12
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
3.
tall cans 03:06
I’m trying to stay awake riding back to the park in the trunk of a car in yr jacket in yr arms Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit on tall boys over tall cans in the dark I’ve never been that good at standing up to the way that people treat me but i sure as hell can tell what you mean when yr screaming at me that i will never be able to get close to anyone as long as i am unable to admit that they are hurting me And i miss you more than i miss home let’s set fire to this car and let the radiator blow Meet me on the porch at 3am to stomp to death the fear that lives beneath the floorboards of my chest and drown it out in cigarettes And i would love to tell you that it gets better, and it does get better but it also gets so much fucking worse and without laundering food stamps railing xanax at the beach that town doesn’t mean shit to me I’m fighting off sleep riding back to the park in the trunk of a car in yr jacket in yr arms Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit on tall boys over tall cans in the dark And i can’t sleep when i’ve got somewhere to be like climbing past chain link fences and second chances like decolonizing my relationship with myself and with my art and with the capitalist idea i’ve got a responsibility to be productive And i would love to tell you all the pointless shit i did today but we haven’t talked in months and we’re a thousand miles away from each others sunburnt bodies, smoking spliffs and climbing trees, at least that’s how i hope you will remember me I’m fighting off sleep riding back to the park in the trunk of a car in yr jacket in yr arms Nothing smears like my lipstick and talking shit on tall boys over tall cans in the dark But asleep inside that notion of femininity as silence, vulnerability or patience literally anything but violence it’s just coercion into pacifism like “don’t stand up, bash back, and don’t ask questions” cause you’ll uncover an objective with a more materialist intention And i would love to tell you all the pointless shit i did today but we haven’t talked in months and we’re a thousand miles away from each others sunburnt bodies, smoking spliffs and climbing trees, at least that’s how i hope you will remember me
4.
milo 02:18
red rover, red rover, send milo on over i havent held their hand since early october and they’ve got my g.l.o.s.s. shirt but they mailed it back and it smelled like their sweat and the diner they work at reminds me of 3am, southern oregon pulled over on I-5 to get even more high than this all the stars overhead should know better than this your quick beating heart is one thing i miss blackberry malt liquor, fucked up expectations of starting over you hide the plants on your dashboard i fix your car with tin foil you know i know by the weight of yr head on my chest, tonight, this is enough you’ll wrap my 3 dollar studded belt around my neck and i’ll watch the whole room get dark without turning the lights out feel your way through the dark, shot gun beers in the park to moonlight. grab your bike, I swear this night’s not over
5.
black metal 02:17
i never felt more at home than you lighting the pipe for me because my hands were on the steering wheel a hundred thousand miles an hour at least across the oregon border black metal, full volume, there is no way that i could hear you if there was anything to say maybe i hate myself, i hate the body i was born in, or i love you now i am high on opiates low on self esteem eating top ramen in the shower standing all by myself next to you at the end of everything that matters to me anymore i cannot see you through the fogged up glass that i am looking through i cannot see you through the fogged up windshield i never felt more at home than our impenetrable fortress of blankets on my kitchen floor but the innermost wall fell so we fall back to the last resort of heat that we kept in each others mouths i never felt more at home than three hundred and eighty one miles away from home orange county nightmares of stagnancy orange county nightmares of stagnancy
6.
take out 02:40
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 corporation 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
7.
plum 01:36
i let go of a pit from a plum, unwashed fingers, from the window of your truck sixteen miles south of town we don't talk anymore, my throat's an ashtray for your worries ask me "a boy or a girl?" there are things that make you nervous make you whisper at the restaurant and i look back and forth from the cop in the kitchen to the blood on your face, and the blood on the carpet i can smell rotting fish as the shadow overtakes us and the seagulls dive in hundreds and the vultures blacken out the sun

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treehouse is a journaling of cold water on bare feet, of abyssal love and of torrential stars. it's feeling your way through the dark with your hands on cold concrete. hot wild moonlight and hot-boxing a truck, stolen fruit and blunts, drinking tea at 1am in the camper shell by candlelight listening to tapes in the pouring rain and howling wind and looking at old pictures of you.

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released April 26, 2017

written by lomes oleander
art by bug cru
recorded in vancouver, bc in april 2017 by penelope parker
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for cash askew, rest in power bitch

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pigeon pit is a collection of stories wrapped in sunburned skin and a brave heart from a small beach town.

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