Unmade Beds EP

by Unmade Beds

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released 06 September 2012
Recorded by Alex Garcia-Rivera @ Mystic Valley Recording Studio in Medford, MA
Mastered by Zach Weeks
All songs written by Oscar Diaz, Marc Zollinger, Jim Munger, and Jonathan Foster
Lyrics for Mudbath/Bubble Room/Wrong Shape/Happy Hour by Oscar Diaz
Lyrics for Caipiras U.S.A. by Marc Zollinger
Thanks to Bravos in Allston for being awesome, and to our cat, Olivia.

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Track Name: Mudbath
Sitting in the bathtub

Eyes half shut, Eyes half gone

This ritual is tapped out

I can’t wash you off



You take so much

I am left in crumbs

My body is a stain

You take so much

I am left in crumbs

My body is a stain



Those serpent lips you put on

With that muddy bed of yours

I lose my human

I can never tell you no



You take so much

I am left in crumbs

My body is a stain

You take so much

I am left in crumbs

My body is a stain
Track Name: Caipiras U.S.A.
Eu chego a tempo pra escola,

Pratico meu ingles.

Tenho que estudar matematica,

E penso que eh em chines.

Tento ler em outra lingua,

Mas ela nao tem seios.

Por isso eu nunca cresco e fico,


Crianca de ninguem.

Daquelas que nao fala tudo,

Como deve falar.

Outros pensam que sou um tonto,

Mas nao percebem bem,

Que eu tenho raiva deles todos,

Caipiras do U.S.A.


Eu to indo pra California,

Mais nao conheco nem,

Uma pessoa que me possa,

Apertar meu botao zen,

Preciso estimular meus sensos,

E comer macarrao,

A sopa da mania eh boa,


Mas eu quero feijao.
Track Name: Bubble Room
My eyes peel down the wall and

I’ve soaked the floor in myself

Crooked and stuck are my ceilings

So they feed me man-made sun

They show me my breaths

They take over my pulse

My short circuited mouth

My bones now have to scream

I want to fit inside myself

I want back inside myself

blurry becomes time’s hands

The air is quiet violence



No idea where I’m from

No idea where I’m from

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I have dreams I can’t hide from

I am a stranger to myself here

I see them move but I cannot

I am statue laying here



My mask crumbled off

I landed here once again

There’s people outside

(lots of breathing

I wish I could walk

I wish I could feel

I wish I could be





My eyes peel down the wall

I’ve soaked the floor in myself

I am not supposed to happen

My bones are screaming

I am a statue rusting here
Track Name: Wrong Shape
Society hates his shape

The mirror breaks him once again

Swimming in his vomit

It gets in his eyes, his fragile eyes



Society hates his shape

The mirror breaks him once again

Swimming in his vomit

It gets in his eyes, his misplaced eyes mmm

His false eyes



Society hates his shape

The mirror breaks him once again

Swimming in his vomit

It gets in his eyes, his pretty eyes.



Society hates his shape

The mirror breaks him once again

Swimming in his vomit

It gets in his eyes, even his third eye



Here he is now mopping

Here still wrong shape ugly

There’s nothing to tell him

He wants to date that boy



Gym class showed him the good ones

Magazines showed him good ones

TV showed him the good ones

His religion showed him the good ones

His friends showed him the good ones

His Goverment show him the good ones

Billboards showe him the good ones

The elders showed him the good ones

Society showed him the wrong ones.
Track Name: Happy Hour
This new day is dust

My sighs remind me I’m alive

I’ve broken all the mirrors

Sunlight just sinks my back

I stay away from the—

I stay away from the world



I want to turn around

But the path ate itself

Oh the sunlight sinks my back

Glass all over my mouth

I stay away from the world

I stay away from the world



Waking up with a noisy mind

I don’t want to talk to myself,

I’m too lost in myself

Sometimes I want to create

Other times I want to destroy



Some days I am a person still

Those days are even worse

Bargains with myself never go well

I end up back over anyway

I end up back over anyway

I stay away from the world

I stay away from the world



Bargains with myself never go well

I end up back over anyway

(over back anyway)

I stay away from the world

I stay away from the world



My eyes are stained yellow

My tongue is heavy cement

I don’t know how to answer

My body is moving on it’s own

Moving on it’s own

My eyes are stained yellow

My tongue is a heavy cement



I weave myself to become abyss

These shakes come from the end

I won’t pick the flies off me

I end up polluted by noon



My eyes are stained yellow

My tongue is heavy cement

I don’t know how to answer these questions

My body is moving on it’s own