Easy Doesn't

by Silver Medal

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"Cloistered close to nothing at the bottom end of faith, where hope is but a curiosity to entertain."

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released April 21, 2017

Recorded and mixed by Mike Vernon at HOJ in Seattle, WA.

Main vox and lyrics by Jared Brannan.

Music by Jared Brannan, David Lloyd, Adam Smith, and Jon Carlucci.

Backup vox by Liz Costello, Nikki Brannan, Adrienne Caldwell and Christine Waller

Mastered by Ed Brooks at Resonant Mastering in Seattle, WA

Album photography by Jessica Pierson

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Silver Medal Portland, Oregon

Nihilist-Core Cerebro-Pop band from the new Portland.

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Track Name: Facts & Matter
Life is pleasing in the sun, its bitter in the cold.  This is something to discuss with everyone you know.  I dreamt I bled out in the sand, and they couldn’t find my casket.  I write because I have to.

I read Camus, and came out empty.  Thats how I can tell you’re empty too.  Its not so bad.  Its just facts and matter, and nothing you can do.

I was burning through my bed, a thousand voices in my head.  Seven years since I last wept, the universe does not make sense.  When a joke like this runs on, I want to stare into the sun.  I talk about it with my friends.

I read Camus, and came out empty.  Thats how I can tell you’re empty too.  Its not so bad.  Its just facts and matter, and nothing you can do.
Track Name: Real Talk
We are social creatures.  I’ve enjoyed each time I’ve spoke with you.  You brought up several points about that politician that rang true.  Though I know it’s heading nowhere, when we talk like this I find I like to see it through.

I hear what I want to hear when you open your mouth. Just don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about.

You wanna talk about the nuclear situation in Japan.  You wanna talk about your Ex and how she hurt you real bad.  You read a real good book, your favorite meal was cooked.  I wait patiently.  I smile and nod my head.

I’ll say what I want to say when you close up your mouth.  Everything up to that point I could care less about.

Why can’t we just treat each other like they did in older movies?  Well, I guess those were actors anyhow.  I just want to talk about what I think really matters, but everyone I know who’s got a mouth is making sounds.
Track Name: Common Words
A common man with common words can talk enough that he gets heard.  Somebody famous told me thats the way it works.  Quit wasting time on what you sing.  Embrace the social reckoning.  Somebody’s fame is somebody’s worth.  

When did you become that kind of guy?  Did you have a choice?  Are you going to lie to me?

Oh so sorry.  Plans that evening.  Wish that I were free.  Let’s get together sometime.

To pen a popular refrain, best not to talk about the game.  Nobody gets famous when a spade gets called a spade.  But oh why not?  It’s on the tongue.  Not much to lose.  All in good fun.  “Hey, thanks for coming.  It really means a lot!”

It might seem like I’m trying to be nice.  But nothing’s ever black and white with me.

Oh so sorry.  Wish I’d caught your set.  Maybe next time we’ll play a show together.
Track Name: Several Feathers
With several feathers in my cap, awarded by contemporary minds that think so critically exactly as I do- I proceed to tell you everything you’d ever need to know.  All about the human condition and the way it ought to go.

When you said, “I thought that you’d agree” you might as well have said that you thought you were me.

Might have lost a feather in that talk, did I say too much or not enough?  Might have lost a feather in that talk, did I say too much or not enough?

I thought that you’d agree.
Track Name: Great Surveyors
They have to celebrate themselves.  They have to celebrate themselves.  They have to celebrate themselves, because who knows what the future holds?  At a certain age they’ll find themselves.  At a certain age they’ll find themselves.  At a certain age they’ll find themselves considering a mortgage.

The carefree ones have all the fun as we just sit here on our hands. Great surveyors of the land.

The internets a mega mall.  The internets a mega mall.  The internets a mega mall, and we’re all individuals.  They know your purchase history.  They know your purchase history.  They know your purchase history, so don’t bother trying to find yourself.

It’s all contained, it's in the cloud.  Now we’re just flies upon the wall.  We drink their bottled water, after all

Its easy to worry about the future when you’re lonely - But, it's also easy to worry about the future when you never get to spend any time alone.
Track Name: Nice Hotel
I’d like to help the homeless but I’m beat up from my day job. I work hard for this money. Goddamnit, get me a cold one.

There’s no heroes in the first world. The Dalai Lama’s in a nice hotel. They won’t stop talking about Jesus Christ doing all the things that they don’t want to try.

I’m dimming down the lights. Don’t draw the blinds. Let’s sleep in silence. Outside it’s all killer cops and soccer moms and veiled violence.

There’s no heroes in the first world. The Dalai Lama’s in a nice hotel. They won’t stop talking about Jesus Christ doing all the things that they don’t want to try.

But they love to remind us, every time someone needlessly dies. This certain type of situation is never black and white.

Because there’s no heroes in the first world. The Dalai Lama’s in a nice hotel. They won’t stop talking about Jesus Christ doing all the things that they don’t want to try.
Track Name: Endless Cycle
There are so many things that fall into the space between my eyes.  If every stitch that makes a seam is worth observing in this life I’m falling way behind.

It is an endless cycle yeah.  Where we will rifle through our minds to try and find an end.

This world is ordinary, everything's according, its alright - Until I get high, my brain divides a shattered mirror into my life.  Now it don’t feel the same.  I gotta rearrange.  

It is an endless cycle yeah.  We add it up to count it down.  We create the underground

Is it so terrible to lie?  If it is only to yourself?  If it is only to survive?  If just to be spared a living hell?

It is an endless cycle now, and it is coming back around.  Try not to worry.  You’re going to find the things you’ve lost, but first you’ve gotta lose the things you’ve found.
Track Name: Amy's Song
I love Amy like I love myself.  Thats a lot of love to feel.  Thats a lot of love to feel for someone else.

I roll Amy like a dollar bill, and then I take her like a sleeping pill.  It’s a lot of shame to shoulder.  When I’m low, Amy’s there to ease the pain by giving what I’ve yet to take, which isn’t very much to offer these days.  Oh well, anyways.
Track Name: Thanks
Just a bit too soon, we forget our innocence, so as to regret any choice we ever make.

“Oh my God!  How did we come to talk so loud!  Holy Shit!  The way we keep on clustering!”

When cloistered next to nothing at the bottom end of faith, hope is but a curiosity to entertain.
We’re only here a little while.  We’re only here until we’re gone.  Just long enough to wonder “What the fuck is going on?”

Just a bit too soon, we have to greet the infinite, as it makes a joke of everything we’ve ever known.

In the end, there isn’t a conclusion.  It’s just, “Sorry Sir, we appreciate you coming out and being here.  Best of luck, now here's the door”.

You’ve got to laugh into the void.  You’ve gotta smirk and cut the cord.  Ten billion balls of gas all burn, at least for now, until they don’t.
Track Name: The Pusher Held
We were only 17, we hadn't learned how people keep from doing drugs in a small town where making love is the only thing to care about.

She worked at a diner I worked at a shoe store close to getting fired always calling in
Because the sun felt nice upon our skin when we got high on opiates

We were only 17, we hadn't seen that the choices turn to memories, eventually some will hold you down, keep you cuffed and rough you up

We were only 17, I felt a breeze. I said let's move to Atlanta please - but the pusher held her  in his tow and she went even deeper down then
Track Name: Sorry
Make love near a body of water.  Through cracks in the clouds, feel the sun beating down on ya.  Mid-day in the mid-summer season.  Its pleasant, it's pleasing.  Incredibly fleeting.

For me, it's hard to take too seriously, and I’m seriously taking it a little too hard.  You can’t hardly be serious.

A fine thought, the beauty of mystery.  A closed system is a cage so have love for infinity- or!
We’re at the center of nothing.  Forever alone at the brink of immeasurable void.

We ought to plant a Douglas fir and watch its roots move through the earth.  Then one day we’ll chop it down to build a home on that same ground.  We ought to plant a Douglas fir.  You can’t be serious.

I know it's only 5am.  I’m sorry I can’t sleep right now.  I’m dying to reboot myself.  You know I am, you know I am.  I’m trying not to bring you down.  I’m sorry I can’t sleep right now.  I’m sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am!

It’s a fine thought of beauty in mystery.
Track Name: Get to a Hospital
I know I’m not supposed to say this, and it won’t help the situation.  Everybody's battle is personal and long.  The attendant at the station, he’s staring at the pavement.  The gas tanks filling up.


If you are alive, you’d better get to a hospital, because you’re going to die sometime.

“Good God! Am I the only one who can’t enjoy a setting sun because all I see is my failing odds upon the water?  Seashells are skeletons that go bleach white in ultraviolet rays, and you don't dream when they put you out with anesthetic.”

If you are alive, you’d better get to a hospital, because you’re going to die sometime.
Track Name: Summer System
Thinking back to when we both agreed to stop believing in the Holy Trinity,  feels like it’s it's several lives ago -- at this point now. Ooh, at this point now.

Don’t wanna dream about the future, don’t wanna analyze the past.  Just wanna drink on weekends and make music in my free time -- while I still can.  While I still can.