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At Home in the Dark World

by Go Hibiki

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kadeiguesss Go hibiki bring such an ability to give voice to voiceless thoughts, to put you in the center of the pit watching your favorite band while having an existential crisis, and a magnificent way to remind us where we all come from at the end of the day. Great album.
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1.
Who is Me? 02:32
What is something that will finally set me free from this shitty fucking punk mentality? Is it a sign somewhere that we’ve all yet to see? That says “Move on, this ain’t a place you can sleep.” The hate builds inside my fist against everything I see exist. What is blood? What is skin? What are teeth? What are blankets laid on graves for people we never see? Where is home? What is loss? Who is me? Because, baby, I was born to bleed. Is it faith that holds me down and binds my arms? Is it patience that breaks my leg and beats my heart? Is it pride that holds my eye for hours and hours? I’ll take “The Me in Team” for $800. I’m here at least for now, and cash is the easiest way out.
2.
I close my eyes, and I’m there: Half-asleep at the Doll House, wishing I was at home playing PM or writing apologies. Even deeper still, I felt a spirit go through me, like when I was young and I could see him watching over all. I was 10 when I grew horns, I was all alone in a storm. When I was 10 years old, I felt him taking control, calling my mom on the phone. Because I’m growing horns.
3.
Cargos '97 04:27
When I picture you, I picture you all alone watching 90’s music videos. How long has it been? Can barely remember when you pissed your pants at the carnival When we were little kids we made the best of it what seemed impassible is finished and the pendulum still swings around it When I picture you, I picture you confused if the reason I left was because of you we danced on broken glass the moon has waned and waxed and multiplied in numbers If I stop running than the world starts spinning if I stop running around your house
4.
Good Water 02:14
What do you focus on when you can see all and more? Windowpanes in the emergency ward? Are you in 100 dreams of bad memories, playing Halo 2 in the house that you see when all you own is a grave? With 14 numbers and your first and last name? I always wonder if I should set my watch to the seconds since your’s finally stopped. Are you still alone? Is your guitar in tune is your A string still broke? Because it feels like you’re close. I thought I heard E minor with a couple extra notes. Are you still alone? Is your A string still broke? Because it feels like you’re close. It feels like you’re home, like you’re not a ghost.
5.
I swear I’ll never write a song where I say “ghost”. So I can add that to the list of promises I broke. Because it’s too easy to not be here, it’s too easy to disappear here in this room. You feel anxious all the time and I’m worried that it’ll never stop. Like there’s headlights in the mirror and you can’t tell if it’s a cop, and your impulses tell you to run. But you’re stuck at the house show until 1. And I’m watching another band singing pretty like they were born for it. I thought I’d always believe that I’d make it eventually, but I am a rock asleep in a stream slowly withering. When I close my eyes, I just see fire and rock, then I realize they’re on their second-to-last song. It’s so beautiful to feel like a piece in a puzzle of beer and loss and strings. But, punk rock is dumb.
6.
I bet she has eyes just like yours, pale rocks dug in sand. Are the fortunes that you seek buried, too, in her hands? I wonder your thoughts before you sleep. The images burned in your eyes: tall grass, and all we had in a house half-painted white. It could have been an ending scene, you peacefully half-asleep, but you’re a heart attack and I’m remembering that you’re still a living thing. I hope that you found what you’re looking for, dependency like you’ve always been. But, I will always think of when we were just two kids. Scared to death, the blinding quickness, like all the drugs you had to take. I wanted to be your friend so bad. But I was never that brave.
7.
Back where we started, some direction pulls at me. Out in the garden, where the weeds have turned to trees, and I’m looking for something but nothing fills the need. You only love me as I’m leaving. Is it the way I turn my head? Is it the way I map my roads out, is it the way that I don’t care? When I wake from dreaming, the feeling disappears. The world just seems to spin out. The map must have fallen right out of my pocket.
8.
You and You 03:28
Tried to play it cool, because you don’t like it when I freak out. Looked through photos of you, erase the worry and the doubt. Yeah, because when I’m alone I run sandpaper through all of my nice things. When I’m alone I just end up hurting my own feelings, because if you were out of my life I’d wake up drier and drier every night. If you realize the monster I am, I’d feel guilty all the time. I woke up on Star Trek. No one knew my name, I was a stranger in my fantasy. All the people I loved just hated me, and you become the space between and the worries breed, and there ain’t nothin’ more I miss than you. Thought a song would fix it, but what if this is forever? What if you’re ashamed when we’re together? What if I’m a loser and this is as far as I will ever go? I’m so worried I’ll wake up from a nap, and all I’ll ever do is stay in this room alone. But, I try to calm myself down, remember when I had a couple more friends. I start back up the conversations with the walls and missing you again.
9.
There’s a small wooden box with the lock broken off that used to hold all my poems and words. The deeper you go, the rouger they get like old roads turing from pavement to dirt. It was up a gravel trail where I first laid eyes on some pixels on my phone of your face. You were younger then I remember. God, I wish I could go back to that place. It’s just cement stairs leading to empty air in the spot where your trailer was parked. If I close my eyes, I see the screen door still, memories I only see in the dark. Shallow in the box there’s a note from you that I never got rid of. In small round letters in bright red pen it says, “All You Need is Blood.” How many NeoPoints? How much off-brand cereal? How many big dollars until I leave this form, become ethereal? How many more weeks I got? How many beats of your dying heart? You said that this gets good, so how many episodes left in this boring arc? How many hours are left in the first shift of the week? Waited for you a long time all these monsters you handed me. What I gotta do to get back to the place I’m meant to be? Where is heaven? When is Marvel? Who is me?
10.
Black Midi 04:50
Looking forward, I’ve always sought forgiveness through my art. Always searching for a new place afar. I began to question my place in the space where I belong. Always holding onto a good heart. I’ll be quieted and quelled. I’ll just play all these riffs in hell, where no one ever sleeps alone. Like me, they scream and wail. This is who is I’m. Just another fading light, when the MP3s turn back to sand, who will remember my life? Way back, I had a band, and no one liked us except me. Maybe that was the art, just to make things selfishly, and so I try to touch that specter. To steal his honesty and wit. Take his youth and energy, rewaste every ounce of it. We could all go home.

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A lot of time and love went into "Go Hibiki At Home in the Dark World", and we're very proud. We could have never done it without the help and talent of the people we've met in our time being musicians.

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Cassette available at:
secretpenniesrecords.bandcamp.com/album/at-home-in-the-dark-world-cassette-spr18

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released August 24, 2018

Rob Cave - Bass
Alasdair Lyon - Drums/Vocals
Elizabeth Taillon - Guitar/Vocals
Ethan J. Uhl - Guitar/Vocals

with special guest Aaron Jennings on "An Ending Scene"

Recorded and mixed by Christopher Baumann at Black National Studios, Missoula, MT

Mastered at Club Shmed

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