The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (1st edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (2nd edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks, complete with beautiful live photography by Stone Fenk (www.stonefenk.com) and made with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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The Callous Daoboys - "Die On Mars" CD (3rd edition)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units, 6 panel full color digipacks with 100% recycled flexi-trays.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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The Callous Daoboys - “Die On Mars” 4th edition CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
100 units: 6 panel digipacks made with 100% recycled materials.
Includes unlimited streaming of Die On Mars
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
Could it be anymore obvious?
I'm digging at the wounds
Stretching at the seams
i whore myself out
i whore myself out
i whore myself out
i whore myself
out
flushed into illustration
distract yourself from changes
cry
beautiful
stencil
stretching at seams
disservice, harm
(this is the next best thing to killing a god like a bad habit)
cry
beautiful
summer
reaching out in front for rebooted truth, a final attempt to secure my role
the emblematic wasp stuck in your car, am I outside of the window, or will you cleanse the cab
printing out the havoc in several prepositional phrases,
everything i know gets fucking tired
everyone gets tired
of creative torture
peace
medicine
theory
disposal
advance
pose
guilt
succubus
I'm driving into the ocean, and i don't know when i can die
straying into the sunlight, faith until i deny
supported by 100 fans who also own “Flip Flops at a Funeral”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego