CRUCIAL

by Violet Mice

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The new and essential EP from Violet Mice, "Crucial." The glam comes out of the bedroom and into full and vibrant technicolor. These are six absolute favorite songs, pulled from the lo-fi ether and given sonorous sweetness.

All thanks to Alex Burns, who's got the winning ear and the towels & water at my corner.

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released October 21, 2016

VIOLET MICE / CRUCIAL

WRITTEN BY IAN MCDUFFIE
PERFORMED AND PRODUCED
BY IAN MCDUFFIE AND ALEX BURNS
ENGINEERED AND MIXED
BY ALEX BURNS
AT MAGNETIC TWIN AUDIO
2016

WWW.VIOLETMICE.COM

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Track Name: At War With My Culture
oh, this is a grisly sight
there's blood along the pavement
not a block from where i am
there's a class war all over again
but the class war never stopped
it's '29 again
let's self defenestrate,
YEAH!

ah, this is my culture

they call this shit "memory-pop"
but no one will remember
these boring dots and loops at all
after 2012
so let's pierce our eyes and earlobes
get a ring around my toe
get a tattoo of a giant penis
on my dick,
YEAH!

ah, this is my culture

there's pain in the papers
the sorrow and the muddy streets
but i'm at war with my culture
my culture's abandoned me!

ah
Track Name: O, Miranda
o, miranda,
do you see what i meant about the winter?
miranda,
how could we sleep but never wake up?
miranda

and all the cities you and i have lived in for our lives
and more of this and all and i am feeling smitten

miranda,
am i being cruel by shouting out your name?
miranda,
am i holding up the red flag of betrayal?
miranda

and i don't know anything i didn't know before
now i'm standing in the rain of my decisions

miranda, what do you have to say?

miranda,
if this is wrong is anything right?
miranda,
should i even try to find a way home?
miranda

o, miranda
o, miranda
miranda
Track Name: You're Not Nice
you are nice but i don’t think that its as easy as that
you think you can get away with murder?
you can’t, but i’ve seen you try

don’t come ‘round here no more
don’t come asking ‘round my door
i’ve got nothing to say to you
so don’t bother trying

to get a hold of me
stop the nonsense please
it’s no use trying to please
i’m going to count from one to three

you had your chance but you blew it
when you started making fun of me
it’s not nice when i hear you say these things
that i could never say to you

and it’s a little cruel
but it’s time for me to say goodbye to you
and it’s a little cruel
but it’s time for me to say goodbye to you
to you, to you, to you

i don’t know what’s going on
Track Name: Honeybear
tastes in my mouth, some new and some familiar
dripping from my mouth, like honey from a spoon
i shovel snow in my mouth, and thus lit by the fires
i can’t even speak, water flowing out

can it prove i am alive?
if i emptied my stomach, would i speak only gold?

and in this place, this future caked in glass
the sand’s gone away, there’s blood along the coast
i guess i’ll jump on in, let the honey out my mouth
let it mix with the blood, gather both in my hands

let me lose your memory
to sleep with a honeybear’s to speak gold alone
and oh, is this what i want?
there are never answers held in the sea

tastes in my mouth, excitement held in birth
and instead of reason, i’ll look to colors now
i pretended to breathe with a mouthful of honey
and with my mouth full, could i even speak?

and i wish it was blood
to have it pour out my mouth,
would i be adored?

these tastes in my mouth
collide like your suns
the blood and the honey
the water from snow
and oh, still as a honeybear
as frigid from youth as i am
i will plead to

please, be alive!
please, be alive!
please, be alive!
please, be alive!
Track Name: All Things Being Equal
i’ve got a reason to stay here
i’ve got a reason to live here
i’ve never had that much to say
and i’ve never had that much to do

no one matters when we’ve
got our houses to breathe

i’ve got a lampshade with red palm fronds
i’ve got a lampshade with blue roses
i’ve got a number next to a name
i can’t remember, is yours the name?
i think i’ll call at a later time
you’ll ask and i’ll say that i feel fine

is this really true?

i’ve had a muffin and coffee
i’ve had better but it’s fine with me
i think the crickets irritate me
i chuckle and remember that i’m lonely

no one matters when we’ve
got our houses to breathe
Track Name: Experience Bombs
well let's just say
id like to know you better
id like to think that u were someone i could dig
but i don't know
what the rules are
and how things like this
could complicate everything

it's things like this that make me laugh myself to sleep
i think i might have fallen in love with something i could dance to

so i will turn
into a hermit
i'll trust in horoscopes and energy
and feel no thing

have you ever felt this way?
well maybe not,
or maybe everybody does?
it's safe to say
everybody does,
sometimes

isn't it funny?
(well, no)

you represent a separate lifestyle
a far more colorful way of living (i guess)

i'm unsure of things, like who you are or who i mean to be
so we'll hold hands in the backs of cars and i'll take back up my twitch, oh my god

and here i am, living a lie or two
it's still a lie if you don't say anything (so talk to me)
but in the morning, too nonchalantly
you throw your arms around another man
and go to bed with him instead

isn't it funny?