Exercise your Demons, Pt I

by Frend

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alex w Super cathartic and loveable post-hardcore with a wonderful vocal style. Can’t wait for part II!

Also, the last 25 seconds of Liars and Hiders make me indescribably happy Favorite track: Liars and Hiders.
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03:44
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03:55
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02:19

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Produced and Engineered by Benjamin Green at Ivakota Studios, Washington DC
late 2017 / early 2018

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released August 15, 2018

James Keary, vocals, guitars
Nick Cruz Velleman, bass, guitars
Sam Aydlette, drums, backing vocals

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Frend Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Post-hardcore heartbreak. Melodically screaming about hard feelings over angular hooks and heavy grunge. Its v cathartic for everyone involved.

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Track Name: Prophylactic
Prophylactic, on an empty stomach tell me how it feels,
psychopathic, ill beyond repair or can you heal,
photographic, take my body parts and chop them up at will,
pornographic, objectify until you had your fill

but please, just take two of these,
now you’re on tv, begging mercy please, oh please

I am so not trustworthy, you should never bully me,
early stage recovery, I’m a liar, I'm a cheat

narcoleptic, I swear sometimes I don’t know how to go to bed,
antiseptic, my bacteria kills me instead,
repeat patterns, is that the definition of insanity,
my brain matter, starts to crumble in anxiety

but please, when you’re on your knees,
I try to appease, begging my disease, oh please

Im a real life effigy, Im a real life s.o.b.
things you say cannot scare me, stealing pennyroyal tea

Prophylactic, on an empty stomach won’t you tell me how it feels,
psychopathic, is it phycological, or is this pain real?
photographic, don’t you want to photoshop and chop and crop at will,
pornographic, I can take your body parts until I’ve had my fill,
Prophylactic, on an empty stomach I just need to make it bleed,
psychopathic, will someone tell me what to do and tell me what I need,
just tell me who to see, some one fix this please,
show me your degrees, and I’ll show you my disease,
I’ll tell you how it feels, and you’ll tell me if its real,
is it really real? tell me how I feel,
how I feel, tell me is this real,
tell me how I feel, tell me how I feel
Track Name: My Machine
Across the forest, through the creek,
past Buddhist temples made of wood,
there lives a man who looks like me,
and I could be him if I would,
only no, you are not like me,
even though, you look and talk like me,

I haven’t been down to that creek,
in many years since I was young,
is that where I built my machine,
is that where all of this comes from?
here it comes, when I start to leave,
I feel numb, lets play make believe,

I was sitting in my parked car,
I hit myself in the head.
Told myself if I don’t feel that, well,
then I guess that I’m dead.
My machine has a subroutine, an eject button for when I have to leave,
and if you want me to come back, it won’t be me,
and if you want me to come back, it won’t be clean but,
I can’t feel you screaming me out,
I can’t feel you dragging me down,
I can’t feel you, I can’t feel you, I can’t feel you.

and this is supposed to hurt, oh I can make it hurt,
so feel me, so feel me, so feel me, so feel me.
Track Name: Liars and Hiders
oh the sweat drips down my back
on a hot hot summers day
so the warm breeze gives me chills
makes me want to run away
monsters go out running
from the basements where they lie
monsters go out sunning
ill intentions in their eyes
and they hide

cause things cant get better than this
how can things get better than this?

hey, how can things get better than this
cold hands hide underwater
hey ho, how can things get better than this
cold feet lie in your shoes
you've got too much to lose and
hey, how can things get better than this
dont think too much about it
hey ho hey, how can things get better than this
theres always reasons for the things that we do
hold onto better things so no one can hurt you

oh we like paradise we don't like being to hot and we definitely don't like being too cold
we like going to places where its easy just to cover our tracks, our tracks
we go to work with smiles on our faces and we find new places to go
people do it all the time, they leave everything behind and they find themselves a new place they can go

where things are better than this,
where things are better than this

hey, how can things get better than this
cold hands hide underwater
hey ho, how can things get better than this
cold feet lie in your shoes
you've got too much to lose and
hey, how can things get better than this
dont think too much about it
hey ho hey, how can things get better than this
theres always reasons for the things that we do
hold onto better things so no one can hurt you

We post date post cards one at a time
we live in circles so were loosing our minds
our things are bigger our lives are better than yours,
our kids our healthy, our women fine,
you'll never find us you're just wasting your time
we live in post cards we live in and out of time
if you could see me now, it couldn't get much better
and you can wonder how, how could things get better than this? ...
it cant get better, it cant get better, how could things get better than this,
it cant get better, it cant get better, how could things get better than this,
if you could see me now, it couldn't get much better
and you can wonder how, how could things get better than this?
Track Name: The Hunter
The hunter has come to take you away from me,
the hunter is here to take you back,
and the anger clouds, bring the rain crashing down,
but I think that it’s time, for me to fight back,

so I think about the times, when we were happy,
you think about them too, or do you see black?
when you think about the ways the ways that I loved you,
the ways all turned to dead end streets and we’re not going back,

back to the start, back to Ohio,
out of the city, before it came crumbling down,
but what can I do, except guide us down slowly,
so we don’t crash and hit the ground,

the hunter is here, he’s where he’s always been,
he’s milling around, he’s in the back,
and he took me by surprise, no I never saw the whites of his eyes,
but now that I do, is it too late to fight back,

so I think about the days, the days I was sweet to you,
or did you always feel under attack?
when you think about the ways, the ways that I needed you,
I think about them too, and know that we’re not going back

back to the start, back to Ohio,
out of the city, before it came crumbling down,
but what can I do, except guide us down slowly,
so we don’t crash and hit the ground,
one day at a time, everything is at stake,
how long can you bear? how long can you wait?
the hunter comes again, she runs away from him,
bad sun rise again, no surprise again
I thought that I could, I thought that I could, but I can barely save myself,
I thought that I could, I thought that I could, I thought I could be someone else

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