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Perpetual Stew

by Mouthbreather

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1.
In exhausted dream so futile As if to teach me something quick The handsome cage slams shut I’m caught inside of it And mine is plated with the gold leaf And yours is made up of your bones Roach trapped under an upturned glass The mercy that I showed that insect made me sad And maybe I’ll do myself a favor too And climb up out of this perpetual stew You can simmer someone new You can set ‘em and forget ‘em too All meat is the same to you I let you just consume yourself Like ouroboros fell into its yell You let me just consume myself Like prometheus just lit himself on fire While I am choking on the ashes You are sampling the stock I know it’s hot Boiling something dead just makes a better broth
2.
(Slow Harm) A golden alibi because it’s not a lie I crawled up here to die Out of spite By leaving you this mess I sure did teach a lesson Something left to fester Will eventually best you Something dead in the crawlspace A solitary something snuffed its flame I’m scared of looking in To see what’s doing it Reaching such heights Just to see the tops of heads This little light Couldn’t make you look at it Sleepwalking decisions and waking up to hate them threw a spitball at a friend but maybe it’s for me instead Something dead in the crawlspace A solitary something snuffed its flame I’m scared of looking in To see what’s doing it Hiding out in the walls for days is easy As long as I know it drives you crazy It’ll be fine as long as there’s still scraps Make my sawdust lair a home with lit match It doesn’t bother me does it bother you? I can turn it down and drown it out Though to be honest I am getting spent of this shitty punk house where I pay rent Throwing a punch to break the fist but missing Making the very same mistake when pissing I can close my eyes and breathe But it’s a slow harm Make some movements to believe But it’s a slow harm (Something I Can Keep) I cannot show my face out there I might just see you anywhere And what a shame to be reminded Of wrongs I never truly righted Pity Saturated doubt A sponge you can’t wring out Damp forever with disdain Here together me and pain Pity me It’s something I can keep Flattered to be chewed to bits Who’s to blame for all of this Maybe we just didn’t vibe Mutually cannot thrive Pity Little price to pay To get you off my case You almost dug too deep To the bedrock underneath Pity me It’s something I can keep What a pretty thing to hold To wear it down with nervous thumb It’s a totem I’ve come to love A stone with purpose in its scars A surface marred by feeling I wish that I only knew its meaning But at the very least It’s something I can keep (Junk Drawer) Save me something fresh to eat For when I get back on my feet For now excuses are a treat A quarter century of candles burn on that cake What a strange bitter taste To seal it like an envelope of strictly business Nix the frivolous wishes To have the fire in my mouth and it’s burning out And still so recently found Will the stuff that I’ve collected stand initial blast Or will it all turn to ash Save me something fresh to eat For when we get back on our feet For now excuses are a treat A quarter century of life under silly spell Tied up with the way I felt The truth is almost too surreal to account for Throw your plans in the junk drawer
3.
Mole Men 05:21
Staying up late By pallid glow of monitor Filter feeding crude hate in the basement Type out things you don’t want wasted Or suck out venom and copy paste it You proud mole men Wield your bold opinions Bright crusaders ever in your underwear Thinking with your gut how’d you expect to fare out in the open air Sunlight gave you quite a scare Now I see your skull is weeping Underneath your skin Were you boxed in By expectation Were you typecast as an ineffectual villain? Wanna get back to something more fulfilling? Are you scared you’re losing ground? That you’ll sink without a sound? Now I see your skull is weeping Underneath your skin Put it back together this is hardly dinner conversation Now you made it obvious you’re shaking like a leaf And just like ruining your appetite with the hors’deuvres You believed the first confident voice you heard When you call me names is it because you wish you knew your own Or is all your unrefined behavior just sycophancy for the throne In either case it doesn’t seem a worthy way to be
4.
(The Big One) I’m milking honey out of dried up hives I’m cutting onions up with old dull knives Wonder why I’m crying I’m macrodosing on the dry brown lawn I’m selling souls that weren’t mine to pawn Where’s my foresight gone If I don’t split I’ll split in two And that’s not something you can fix with glue I heard a candle doesn’t lose its flame By setting something else ablaze But that’s just not the case Everything’s burning I can’t empathize I fall asleep on my last good side I haven’t been on fire for a while Trusty canary goes berserk Living alarm goes right to work I plug my ears, wait for it to pass That little birdie chirped its last When the big one comes Will I learn to scream in my native tongue? Somewhere in that losing streak I will regret this long work week So have some fun while you are able Nihilistic joke at the board room table Will your stocks make dividends When all your former friends are dead? Now the coast has ceased to burn Wondering if you will ever learn What causes shit to hit the fan This one’s not in the almighty’s plan Siberia’s looking better by the minute Hope that they will let refugees in it (Greatest Apes) I could only beg for freedom since the falling out And atom just divorced itself Two’s too man feelings to be felt So by splitting up we split ourselves Half went to hell Reaching for sweet seclusion like a rotted rung That’s when I think the silence stopped being fun What gods we’ve become Trebuchet our trash into the sun Some small spasms in passing on Let go and let me know what it’s gone I sure will miss my childhood home But even the greatest apes crawl under porch to die alone (Terraforming) Draining out the swamp you saw a sickly sight Something you had tried so hard to leave behind A frog that had your face shared with you its song “Don’t you remember me? Or has it been that long? I’m the long abused true muse To share with you some sordid news You opened a gate to a fully fucked place There live a slew of malicious shapes That’ll crawl on through to spread their hate” You didn’t quite buy the words he had to say Pleased with terraforming you had done today “Hit the road you toad, hater stay away” Took a well-earned rest beneath a cypress’ shade Later awoke to the strong smell of smoke This is behavior even God can’t condone How do you plan to atone on your own Bishops and saints don’t pick up the phone Just canned replies and dial tones Making lapse in judgment Leaking facts to public Sorry sack of nervous ticks Taking flack for all of it You thought you knew the truth Now I’ll fix your point of view Vile things roam free Looking like humanity Hoped that you knew this But you can’t define “hubris” You thought you knew the truth Now I’ll fix your point of view No mourning earth, it’s just water and dirt
5.
Small Loans 06:15
No idea what I’m doing but now with more at stake A dirt clod with a title does not a mountain make Liberty in her full regalia At a distance waves her sign With promise of a better life “Paychecks cashed in no time” A gleaming beacon Ushers mankind into weekend Toil in a toilet For just about a minute With nothing good to show for it I was born without restrictions And I made my little living With not much more than my own gumption and a small loan of a million If I stood for anything I’d get blown over real quick Gone to seed like a dandelion wish And it makes me sick to think I can get everything And take to wing and soar on the first try Scratch off tickets under nails Reached up to grab a comet’s tail It’s I who brought you into life And I’ll take you out of it When you’re given everything There’s not much left to go around You and I roll loaded dice And blame the twenties on our luck No amount of criticism Will ever make me give a fuck Swindled into something more But I was joking when we spoke Fake my death and take one for the team Is power tripping just stumbling on extension cords ‘Cause I don’t know how much I even really wanted this

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released March 6, 2020

Perpetual Stew was recorded, mixed and mastered by Brill Ritter at Super Secret Studios in Portland, Oregon
Saxophone on The Big One and Greatest Apes by Nicole McCabe of Martha Stax
Album art by Emily Kepulis (@emilykepulis)
Keys and synths on The Big One, Greatest Apes, and Mole Men by Salvador Altamirano-Farrell of Bastard Salt and Rainbow Face
Guitar and vocals by Leo Brill
Percussion and flavor tracks by Joey Todd Burnah Jr.

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Mouthbreather Portland, Oregon

Math rock, post-hardcore, and experimental folk walk into a bar. The sound person only provides them with 4 drink tickets, because they are a two-piece band called Mouthbreather.
Dynamic song structures and time signatures with no shortage of distinct melody and thoughtful lyricism. Something for everybody! Except maybe your aunt who might say “I don’t get why he has to do all that yelling.”
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