(Migraine Music by lovechild is intended to be listened to as a whole rather than on a track-by-track basis.)
Taking all of my money, taking all of my time (gimme gimme gimme). Taking all of my life, but that’s alright.
One day I’ll have enough saved to afford my very own grave. These thoughts that I have are keeping me awake but they’re the only ones that I appear to make. I’m a slave to my environment, to all the people I hate. Swimming around in circles in thousand foot puddles; these swells hold me back and I’m drowning in laps. Wait, who are you? A member of a working class society. But wait, who am I? And will I be judged on how I survive?
Take all your time spent, put it into retirement, figure it out, but is it really worth it?
These are the words that infest my head, makes me never want to get out of bed. It fills my head. All the things you said make me never want to get out of bed. It fills my head.
I can feel it in my veins, thins out my blood but clots my brain. Oh, it’s not a mistake; I can feel it in my veins, thinning out my blood and clotting my brain. Every time I’m letting go, every time I’m giving into my pain, I try to flush it all away. No, it’s not a mistake.
Brush your teeth and you can still feel the taste. Comb your hair so you can cover your face. Standing in line just feels so out of place when you’re bored.
Tired mothers and spoiled brothers overwhelmed by the presence of another. You are your own, despite what you’ve been told, but you’re still losing a grip on life. No only son, you are no chosen one. Self-entitled, not doing drugs for fun. Self-medicating with a one-track mind and you’ve tracked your marks on mine. So you say that it’s never enough, but do you feel that it’s never enough? If it’s not validation, then it’s money you want. You ask ask ask and you’ll never shut up, but you would never try to listen. You only see it with your tunnel vision.
You told me so but don’t let me lose my head again. With what I know I’d never wish this in the end. It seems when I speak, a little piece inside of me gets no relief. It runs deep.
I left and then I carved a name out for myself inside my shell but it doesn’t help; my problems are only put on the shelf. In my eyes it’s nothing, but do I respect the worth of my being? A meaning, a feeling; what keeps your heart beating? Behind your eyes, well it means something, there’s still something. We gaze into each others’ until we’re seeing double-vision. You want to kill me? Well, I want to kill myself. Take a breath for a moment and go ingest your surroundings. I think that I’m slowly getting sick; this world keeps spinning and I am getting motion sickness.
Cuddled up beside my AK, I think I’m gonna take the pain away but I’m out of pills. I’m thinking of you and I’m a nervous wreck.
Fix the daisy chain inside my head. I think it could be all this medicine but I’m having dreams about prosthetic limbs and a child soldier’s bleeding severed head.
Blood spills into the air and through your mouth, that’s the kind of living I’ve been talking about. I’m going to drink drink drink until you tell me that I’m full. I’m going to have to water board everyone you want me to. Sleep the days away. I dream so often that I envision myself inside of a coffin bed.
Please take the liberty of politely handing out these killing sprees. Please just pull the trigger: set yourself free.
I think I swallowed my wedding ring so when I die, please don’t remind my wife of the pain I bring. Be sure to remind the future me, honestly: “Well, you tried your best, put a Purple Heart on your casket.” Drop my baby headfirst on the concrete. Lightning strikes and I let go of everything.
I love who I’m not but hate who I’ve become.
I don’t know who I am or why I’m still alive.
I took a walk about it and went a couple miles when I saw an ocean. My reflection said to wade on in. I stumbled around for hours and hours and then my feet reached the floor so I went a couple miles more. Attention, sex, and violence is what I need to survive. Don’t ask me who I am or why I’m still alive. I don’t know who I am or why I’m still alive.
I made some friends, told them all of my problems, and they said “you should have left,” but things got too deep to solve them. What good is the mind if it’s not moments apart from my heart? The distance in my eyes was further than I could find. Attention, sex, and violence; I don’t know who I am or when it all began.
Attention, sex, and violence is what I need to survive. I don’t know who I am or why I’m still alive.
“You used to be emotional with a small amount of depth that I was standing in.” / “Kneel to repent your sins.”
Looking in the mirror and my body starts to cringe. I don’t know who I am or where it all began.
releases 01 September 2014
Tim Altieri: spiritual advisor
Greg Cook: vocals
Alex Garcia-Rivera: engineer, mixing
Reid Haithcock: photography
Ally Newbold: photography
Zac Suskevich: guitar
Patrick Talesfore Jr.: drum set
Zach Weeks: bass guitar, design & layout, mastering, vocals
Recorded at Mystic Valley Recording Studio to
24-track 2” open-reel tape with an all-analog
signal path. Mixed to 1/2” half-track. Mastered
digitally on a computer. May & June 2014.
2014 has been one hell of a weird year.
Starting in January, as soon as we returned from our first extensive tour as a full band, my friends and I began writing a new Lovechild album. As the months moved forward and the winter weather stayed ever present throughout the spring, we all faced mental turmoil on both an individual and collective basis. In an unplanned turn of events, the self-destruction and misery we experienced during the first half of 2014 translated from bottled-up emotions into the songs that make up this record. Migraine Music is something we poured a lot of our own blood and guts into. Migraine Music is quite the personal experience.
Releasing this album has been just as exhausting as it was to create it, but it will soon be available as a 12” vinyl from the great Mayfly Records and our own new project, 1997 Recordings, as soon as the the plater in NJ sends our stampers to the pressing plant in Ohio.
I’m extremely proud of all of everyone who played a part in the production of this record. Thanks to all of our friends for the support.
Thanks to all of my own friends for sticking around even though I was (and still am) a trainwreck.
Miserable Summer 2013, by @merriamkevin (at The Democracy Center)
11x17 print for our little tour this past weekend
LOVECHILD - 8/21/2014
oh my god these guys were INSANE! listen to what they have to say about america’s police force (spoiler alert: nothing good, however, it is The Good Word)
:) (new songs in the second half)
lovechild // Somerville, MA
lovechild’s record release show for Migraine Music.
“Just show up and rip the gig.”
The grungy guitars and hazy vocals make Burglary Years almost ethereal, but in a way that’s punk as fuck. This indie dream-pop outfit’s latest track, a demo entitled “Ghostwriter,” ebbs & flows in a perfect balance of fluid melodies and gritty energy. You can check out all of Burglary Years’ music on Bandcamp.
For Fans Of: Sainthood Reps, Balance & Composure, Brand New
Social Sites: Facebook, Bandcamp
by Ashley Aron
Please list all of your band members and their roles in the band.
Cooper - guitar
Dane - bass
Greg - vocals
Patrick - drums
Zach - guitar
What’s your hometown (or what are your hometowns)?
How did the band come together? How long has it been?
Zach: I met Greg on the internet and was a fan of his old band when I was a teenager and we both wanted to start a project that took influence from bands like The Smiths, My Bloody Valentine, and Belle and Sebastian. This was late 2011, which is when we started writing and recording under the name Burglary Years.
How have you grown since you started?
There have been at least twelve different members in this band over the past three years. The songs we’ve been playing have been written and re-rewritten too many times. With our current line-up, I think we’ve finally figured out how we want this band to sound and how we should be playing these songs.
What’s the best part about being in your band?
Zach: playing w/ rock legend gerg kooc
More times than not, influences tend to bleed through. What bands are currently inspiring the music that you’re making?
Zach: I’ve been listening to a lot of Blouse and Veronica Falls lately.
We’re all incredibly excited for this show @aviatorma @teethforteeth @thesecondside #lovechild @grandairebooking
RUSH HOUR 2 (at literal hell)
Flier By Michael Smaczylo
TWOB FEST DAY 1
DRUG CHURCH (NY)
No Sleep Records.
LOVECHILD (MA) RECORD RELEASE SHOW
AVIATOR (MA) RECORD RELEASE TOUR
No Sleep Records.
THE HEADS ARE ZEROS (MD)