Deer Head Pre​-​Release

by Maribelle

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    These songs are a partial release of a longer recording to be completed this winter, 2012. We are currently mixing 10 songs for the LP, recorded with Bricktop studios in Chicago.

     

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Recorded February and March of 2011 by Aaron in Chicago. Layout and photos by Aaron.

E. Aaron Ross - Guitar, Vocals – Sarah Ross - Vocals
Patrick Lawlor - Bass – Chris Mills - Drums

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released March 24, 2011

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Maribelle Chicago

Maribelle is an emo-punk band from Chicago. Members include E. Aaron Ross, Chris Mills, Patrick Lawlor, and Sarah Ross. 'With Teeth Sharp As Old Friends' was self-released in February of 2010, and is the first LP by the band. The second full-length, "Only An Impulse" is now available on CD through Drugged Conscience Records. ... more

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Track Name: Emotional Distance
Lock yourself into a cell, and pray that you can offer more to this world, and try not to hurt yourself. Is a man underestimating you? Is a friend causing fear the way that only good friends do?

If a bridge can’t be made for your heart and mine to take, it’s emotional distance and it never gets easy. Is a friend underestimating you? Is a love causing fear the way that only good loves do? It’s emotional distance and it never gets easy.
Track Name: Deer Mask
I look at my grandfather and I see myself. I look at my father and foolishly think I’m further than the elderly in my youth, and in the young I’ve known my mom, and the things she once knew and what she knows is gone. The desperate desire for change. The misery of consistency. So deconstruct. English Americans became Americans, and I marvel at what they’ve had and what we’ve lost.

Mounted deer heads, and East Texans. Conservatives of industries of meat, oh glorious meat.

I welcome a stranger, and I wear the deer head. I miss the familar, and I deconstruct. I wear the deer mask. We wear the deer masks. We miss the familiar, and I deconstruct, and we eat glorious meat. Eat meat, glorious meat. And two become three.

I've still not seen my brother, or his new fiance younger than my undone and in-debt sister who wears the deer mask, and we miss each other. I wear the deer mask and talk of long since without a lover. So I am the animal, and I breathe glorious tress. I breathe.
Track Name: Take Me With You
Your friendly ghost haunts my home, and holds me. So take me with you. I already miss you. I’ve nothing left lose, but boat fulls of youth–hid in harbors of awkward waves. In heartburn and obvious mistakes. So rituals and man-made obstacles can’t stop us.

Though trembling imprisoned and nightly in visions, I wonder where my true love is, and if they can hear this, then take me with you. I already miss you. I’ve nothing left to prove, but boat fulls of truth–hid in harbors of auburn waves. In heartburn and honest refrains.

Though the years may consume us, and terrorize our conciousness, I wonder where my true love is, and if they can hear this ...and it haunts me.
Track Name: Talk
I just talk shit, and can’t get anything done. You just listen as I ramble on and on and on. No matter how bad I want it, I can’t undo what can’t be done. So I just talk shit. Yeah I just talk.

And maybe it’s not worth it, when I don’t want what others want done. Baby I can’t help it when I ramble on and on and on. So if I still can’t call it, or I’m just too ugly old and no fun. Baby I just talk shit.

Yeah I just talk how there are so many hardcore bands, and there are so many rock ‘n roll bands, and there are so many emo bands. I just want you to understand. There are so many local bands, and there are so many national bands, and there are so many Eurpoean bands. I just want to travel across the land.

There are so many artisans, so many young art students, so many gallery apartments, and I just want to work with my hands.
Track Name: Hyperventilate
You’re seven, and you wake in the early evening to find your father, rod in hand, on his way to what you can’t understand. So you hyperventilate, until your mother rushes to your aid. Though you don’t even like fishing. No you don’t even like fishing in the early evening.