Irish Handcuffs // No Weather Talks Split 7Inch

by No Weather Talks

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    black vinyl version of our 4-song split 7inch with Irish Handcuffs on Gunner Records. Two songs by each band.

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released October 21, 2016

No Weather Talks is Fred, Micha, Jens, Max & Pete

Recorded & mixed in summer 2016 by Kay Petersen at Melloton, Hamburg/Germany

additional back-up vocals by Kay Petersen - Thanx dude!

Mastered by Dave Williams at Eight Floors Above

Layout by David Finke

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Track Name: Words Built This City
this is my body
my very own history
i won't be sorry
i'm not here to create or be
your prodigy
impossibly
gendered perfectly
there is no before
no future to look after
can't touch what you can't see
what you ignore is priceless to me
identity is compulsory
they say action speaks louder
but i've learned
words built this city, this version of me
walls of flesh, perfect dualities
divided our bodies
as far as we can see
like Judy said
we are the signs no one can see
castaways of sexuality
but now we're gonna break free
Track Name: Ghost Note
Shake you up
on your Friday night
tear you away from the records that tell you everything's alright
lying dormant in our crowd
is an old virus
ready to make us sick and proud

On the last days of this world
we still won't give it a try
try to step outside this culture's lies

Can we forget our names
we were meant to feel the same
can you explain to me
how these old songs are gonna set us free

Don't want to spoil your fun
but i'm sick of having none

Wake me up
let's go out tonight
out of our ways to realize
we can't stop or wait for time

In the ghost notes of this rhythm there's still nothing but resistance