You're Mad and I'm Still Here

by Handwriting

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Noah Reed Handwriting! You put a smile on my face and a tear down my cheek. Let me leave you one more thing: This album does not hold back, whether that is good or bad is up to the listener. <3 Favorite track: Mr. Matthews.
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thank you to mike allocca, emma nee, sunstained, casper elgin, outbound, new jupiter, zakk day, russell orcutt, ian van opijnen, all the dads and moms, all the inspirations, conor’s basement, waybridge, ozona, and ronald records, and everyone that has supported us so far. you are all a good bunch of great people.

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released November 6, 2014

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Zakk Day at allaboutrecords.
Artwork by Mike Taylor and Mike Allocca
Joe Byrne - Guitar/Vox
Devin Branting - Bass/Vox
Mike Taylor - Guitar
Conor McMahon - Drums

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Track Name: Sick Flicks
i don’t want me to know how i’m doing when you’re gone. i don’t want to go home but it’s dark out and i’m tired. i don’t want to think straight cause it’s one of those days. how many different things do i need to get me through this phase? i won’t think anything of it. everyone's talking about why i feel shitty, everyone's so invested in my feelings. i don’t know how many times i’ve read this poem, but i know you’re more in my head than myself this time. and how many different things do i need to get me through this phase? i don’t want you to notice. but i won’t think anything of it. everyone's talking about why i feel shitty, everyone's so invested in my feelings. there’s nothing here for you or me, i don’t want to know me. i hope that i come around cause i need me.
Track Name: My Hand to God, Mrs. Castelluccio
fuck this place and the way it’s been since i came around. fuck the way i used to think of it back when i thought i was far away. i don’t know me. fuck my tendency to keep things inside and let them out at just the wrong time. fuck pretending i hate everyone, till i’m afraid that they won’t stay. it’s hard for me to say what i mean, when my voice is tied to a tree in the woods, i’m spinning and i can’t see anything, and i just want you to call me. i don’t want to be a tiny poem that gives you self confidence. i don’t want to be opened and closed then stored away until you’re hurt more.
Track Name: Cinco De Cuatro
without me who is supposed to make you feel alive? what’s next is unbearable, i want you to understand i’ve been waiting for my own friends. there’s something about this place, i hope i believe in me again. what’s next is unbearable, i want you to understand i’ve been waiting for my own friends. and i’m just as scared as you think i am. there’s something that’s hiding under your skin, i want you to wait for me, your friend. there’s something about this place. what’s next is unbearable, i want you to understand i’ve been waiting for my own friends. and i’m just as scared as you think i am. without me who is supposed to fucking kill you? hey morgan good luck in college i’ll be here with the fucked up shit you said.
Track Name: Mr. Matthews
one day i wish i could show you just how true i am, but i’m stuck here counting. is it really that much to ask? with one look we can highlight our weaknesses. with one look we can point out our strengths. i just want to show you.
Track Name: My Hand to God, Mrs. Castelluccio (Acoustic)
fuck this place and the way it’s been since i came around. fuck the way i used to think of it back when i thought i was far away. i don’t know me. fuck my tendency to keep things inside and let them out at just the wrong time. fuck pretending i hate everyone, till i’m afraid that they won’t stay. it’s hard for me to say what i mean, when your voice is tied to a tree in the woods, i’m spinning and i can’t see anything, and i just want you to call me. i don’t want to be a tiny poem that gives you self confidence. i don’t want to be opened and closed then stored away until you’re hurt more.