Split 7"

by Indian Taker

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Indian Taker is:
Chris Avalos - Guitar
Celso Carrasco - Guitar
Nick Diamante - Vocals
Evan Santa Elena - Bass Guitar/Vocals
Sergio Valencia - Drums

Keyboards tracked by Josh Rau
Trombone tracked by Evan Santa Elena

Split EP with Shortcuts from Essex, England.
Available Jan. 29, 2013 on Quote Your Pulse Records, Enjoyment Records, and Guys With Beards Records.

Listen to Shortcuts side here: shortxcuts.bandcamp.com/releases


released January 29, 2013

Recorded by Ben Hirschfield at Panda Studios in Fremont, California. Mixed & mastered by Ben Hirschfield at Nu-Tone Studios in Pittsburg, California.



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Track Name: Growing Feigns
still have dreams and nothing’s changed, all of my fears just rearranged into these shades of black and grey, concrete says more than I do these days I try to outrun this growing pain, the same one that taught me how to push everyone away and dig this grave, until my feet drag again the bed I’ve made is where I'll lay. Sleep walking through these worthless nights, sleep talking to just feel alive until this skin doesn’t feel so cold one day. The winter passed as I did, when I became the faults I hid. You ask, I swear that I am okay. “Am I okay”? The distance between you and me is much farther than eyes can see. I held my breath and forced myself to choke on it, in hopes that the past was one that I could forget. I searched the sea to find myself, but it was too late. I dragged the lake and everyone who cared just faded away.
Track Name: Foxholes
Well, I listened closely to hear what the ocean would say. It read, "80 years of stagnance, as if it matters any ways". "and if at first you don't succeed, staple these words to your head before you end up like me". I don't exist, but I wish I did. The tule fog it carries on, it haunts my mind like when I was young. There are mistakes we cannot outrun even after we are gone. I don't exist, but I wish I did. I shed my skin in front of you, I swear I tried to make things right, but my sorry's won't stop my dreams where I crash my car every night. If we are all believers in foxholes, then it's not for me. You can ask around about how I don't believe in anything, and why the sun won't shine for me. Have you ever seen black eyes like these on anyone else? It's not hard to believe, and I think you'd agree I did this to myself.