How The Ship Goes Down EP

by Whalers

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released November 30, 2010

All songs were recorded, produced, and performed by Whalers in Austin, Texas in a house off of Riverside Dr. The record was mixed by Kevin Ratterman (My Morning Jacket, Wax Fang) at The Funeral Home Studio (Louisville, KY). All songs were mastered at Jim Eno's Public Hi-Fi studio right here in Austin, TX.

Whalers:
Dan Martin - guitars
Gus Smalley - vocals
Kyle Rother - guitars
Amir Mozafari - bass

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Milos Bertram - drums

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Track Name: I Slept With Her, Too
Sitting in a pub-crawling through my friends
Talking about the weather and our old girlfriends.
As drunk conversationalists do,
Billy mentioned he'd hit Sally, too.

Baby, you're on a roll.
Making all of those faces
I can tell it's taking its toll (you're losing control)
Mingling with crooked laces (Running all the wrong races)

Hope you're filling your hole
Travelling beautiful places
You'll lose your body and soul
Tripping on crooked laces

Yeah, you remind me who's to blame,
Of course, I'm aware that it's the truth.
You can call me a hypocrite too,
I just expected more from you
I just expected more from you

I can't believe you'd let both of us in
There I was believing we could still friends.
Gently from his mouth volcanoes blew
Casually dropped 'I Slept with Sally, too'

He said I slept with her too (4x)
Baby you're on a roll
Making all your old faces
I can tell you're losing your poll
Running all the wrong races
I slept with her too
He said I slept with her too
I just expected more from you
Guess I expected more from you
Track Name: Magic Tricks
I had this plan
Man to make the most of it
Try to do and keep and grow
My own shit
Baby, I was wandering
naked and cold
for so long.

I had this card
up my
sleeve all along
I was just waiting
for the appropriate time
To pull it out
and slap it down
for so long

I had this plan
Man to make the most of it
Yeah to do and keep and show
Magic tricks.
Oh, how I tried
To be another guy.
I knew more he than me,
The creature cried.

I've had this card
Up my
sleeve for so long.
Yeah, I was just waiting
for the appropriate time
To pull it out
and slap it down
Down for so long now.

Well, it was not an ace like you thought
But it was still pretty good,
- it was a face
Yeah it was our face.
we been looking through all.
We been playing through all along.
Yeah it was our face ,
we were looking through,
we been singing through,
all all all along.

No, it was not an ace like you though
No, but it was still pretty good
‘Cause it was our face
we been looking through
we been playing through
all all all all along.

Baby, I was wandering.
Naked and cold
for so long.
Maybe I was just waiting
for the appropriate time,
To pull it out
And slap it down.
Track Name: Sunsets Suck
When I talked to the Triton,
He told me to get some sleep.
Gold rings on two tongs
- he speaks through magazines
It was motivation,
not words which bubbled out
That's how the ship goes down.

It was not a wedding
Was not a baby shower
In bloom like a Lilly
Had no need for flowers
Some kind of convergence
Of West and level coast
She caught a wave like a mermaid
Sunsets suck the most.

When I talked to the Triton
He told me to get some sleep
Gold rings on two tongs
- he speaks through magazines.
Always motivation,
not words which bubble out
That's how the ship goes down.
That's how the shit goes down.

Why are you waiting?
What are you waiting for?
Why are you flying?
What are you diving for?

I don't know, tortures tug
'til you're bent on wanderlust.
Spin the wheel well for fortune,
Bet's on Black or Bust.
Whether pronged-fork or tongue
From every winded, gusty mouth,
Don't let em blow you south.

It was not a wedding,
was not a baby shower
In bloom like a Lilly,
had no need for flowers,
Some kind of convergence
of west and level coast.
She caught a wave like a mermaid,
sunsets suck the most.

That's how the ship goes down
Sometimes it don't work out
That's how the shit goes down
Don't let it blow you south.
Track Name: Heatwave
We're taking credit for the Heatwave across the South.
Sure, it's silly dear but grab a mirror
And look what's dribbling outta your mouth.

You knew this day was coming, darling, didn't you?
We said we'd melt your heart out,
Didn't think we'd burn out so soon, did you?

I'm taking credit for the ashes on your lawn
And the only regret I've left to accept is
I waited so goddamned long.

Our love's long been in cinders, Doll, admit it.
This flame has been impending
You just couldn't see me ending things with you.

We're taking credit for the massacre downtown.
If everybody thinks we're dangerous,
No one will hold us up or down.
You knew this day was coming, darling, didn't you?
You heard about our hit-list,
Didn't think we'd follow through though, did you?

We're taking credit for the Heatwave 'cross the South.
Sure, it's silly dear but grab a mirror,
And look what's driveling out of your mouth.

You knew this day was coming. I'll admit it, too.
I couldn't talk myself into or out of
ending things or up with you.
Track Name: Sell Out
Get Out
You've seen how this ends
You feel it's fucked
Before it begins

Your Mouth
Is the bane of your brain
You're smart,
But you say stupid things / shit

Sell Out
Before the sale ends
Your fans can be
As fickle as the winds

Cry Out
Like never before
Be clear to all
The world what they stand for

Yell Out
Even though it's not in
Disrupt their echoed 'wisdom'
Make some sense

Shell Out
Whore--your--self--to--their--whims
You can't take your shit
With you when this ends.

Speak Out
Against your friends
Go burn
Your bridges, amens

Bail Out
We've been here before
We're taking on the sea
Too far from shore

Sail Out
Before the sale ends
Your fans can be as
Fickle as the winds

Sell Out
Before the sale ends
For he who dies
with the least attachments
is prized with
golden peaces in the end.
Track Name: Eviction
Get out of bed,
Brush my teeth,
Comb my hair,
Put shoes on my feet

Things move near,
Things move far,
The more things move,
The more they're circular

Sometimes,
You've got to create
an eviction storm

Sometimes,
you've got to create
an eviction storm

Fire my friends,
Fire my job,
Fire my girl,
Fire to all.

See a pretty girl,
standing in line.
See a broken man,
longing to shine.

Let's all head
down to the party
Sipping on drinks,
and dreading
Turning forty.

Sometimes,
you've got to create
an eviction storm.

Sometimes,
you've got to create
an eviction storm.

Fire my friends.
And fire my job.
Fire my girl.
Fire to ALL.
Track Name: That Rabbit
[I am alive.]

If you want that rabbit,
you're gonna have to run hard.
When you want it, you better stab it,
But it won't be no walk-in-the-park.

Yeah, if you want that rabbit,
Well, it's gonna be a long haul.
Because all endeavor possession of
the resources of this rock.

If you really gotta have it,
Baby, go ahead and take it all.
You can almost grab it,
but your bones impede your arm.

If you want that rabbit,
Well, it's gonna be a long haul.
Because all endeavor possession of
the resources of this ROCK.

Forever Fixed…
in the corner of your eye.
Little relics of…
mankind's unending desire.

If it'll really make you happy,
Baby, go ahead and take it all.
You can almost grab it,
but your bones impede your arm.

If you had your say,
The day would never give way to the dark.

But if you want that rabbit,
Then you're gonna have to run hard.