Pill Weekend

by R.I.P Jaded Hipster Choir

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8 songs about overstimulation, oversaturation, and under-thinking.

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released September 25, 2010

ALL LYRICS WRITTEN BY FRANNY GURBA EXCEPT "Don't Stop The Party On My Account", WRITTEN BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS. ALL TRACKS WRITTEN BY JHC, EXCEPT "Don't Stop The Party On My Account", ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY OWEN PALLET, BUT ARRANGED BY JHC.

All electronics were recorded during a one week session in Dylan Khotin-Foote’s house. Trombone and Flute were recorded at an undisclosed location in Edmonton. Vocals recorded at Thomas Michael’s house, except Intro, which was recorded by Joseph Zucco.
Mixed + (kind of) Mastered by Thomas Michael.

THANKS TO FINANCIAL BACKER$: JOE GURBA, JENNI ROBERTS, CURTIS BILLAU, JARON WHITTINGHAM, AND ANDREA MURPHY

BECAUSE OF THESE PEOPLE PILL WEEKEND EXISTS, AND I LOVE THEM FOREVER: Joe Gurba, Brittany Ayotte, Vanessa Toews, Cecil Frena, Amy Macdonald, Franny Gurba, Liam Trimble, Maureen Murray, Jenni Roberts, Owen Pallett, Parker Thiessen, Owen Strasky, Tyler Butler, Mikey Hamm, Caity Fischer, Jessica Jalbert, Rene Wilson, Hailey Pannewitz, Jheri Evans, Dwight Pavlovic, Megan Ogden, Oskar Christiansson, Philip Dickau, Mom, Dad, EYC, and you.

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IT WAS FUN WHILE IT LASTED.

THOMAS IS STILL MAKING MUSIC UNDER 'GHIBLI'

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Track Name: Don't Stop The Party On My Account
The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song
After a great cathedral gong;
A starlight or a moonlit dome disdains

Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades' bound in cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

Midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit;
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit;
Oh don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop on my account.
Track Name: Strawberry DNA
i'm a river in a forest wide
i'm a shrivelled pine on a mountain side
at least, i have a view
i'm stuck on you
Track Name: Rub Me Raw
antiquated rasps clamour down the
portal into wholly apathetic ears

chalk-line silhouettes mark every street
a game of freeze-tag played by grown-ups

towers topple on either side
where does all this lightning come from?

dry philosophy, torn and tossed
tinder for the poor man's fire

greedy fingers paint a fear
work the soil instead, my friend

revert to see-saw innocence
heart and head of equal stone
Track Name: Glowing Solomon
we inhale sacred perfumes
together we make candlelight
drinking coffee in porcelain cups
good heavens, marry me tonight


frightening monsters through attic windows
we race greyhounds on our bloodbikes
feathered fevers in marble glaze



nightly nightly
your face glows solomon
i wish i were noble
i wish i was brave
X3


like you


under the sun
of writing books
there is no end


(annoint your heads with oil
clothe yourselves in white)
(annoint your heads with oil
clothe yourselves in white)
Track Name: Pills
we sail our ship into the bay
and dive in twilight waves
whales crowned with forests
and mountains of villages
with candles in the windows
it is nighttime
the whales are spinning waves in whirpool fashion
the bay rushes out to meet its mother
and we are bruised on seaweed
in the wreckage there are rocking chairs
broken dolls, sewing machines
rusted cars, rocking horses
and bones, ribs and skulls
we hold hands because we are afraid
we hear the whistling and the rushing again
the moon pulls high the ocean's starlings
and then down and we drink our death