Liner Notes

Love, Eben

Vocals and reverb pads on /Divide by Zero/ and /Rage Bait/ by Lyndsie Alguire

Raging on /Rage Bait/ by Jack

Lyrics

/Breath on Breathing/
What was I thinking when I cast my lot with you
What kind of person does the things that you get into
There was drugs and alcohol
Pretty holes in which to fall
There were days and nights that I cannot recall
But still there’s something I continue loving in you
What type of situation makes someone like that
It’s like a rollercoaster shaking off the tracks
I got thirty fucking stitches when you stabbed me in the back
And now my eyebrow twitches when I think about the past
My heart is in a state of palpitation, broken and sad
But I hope you’re ok
I hope you’re living somewhere temperate and warm
It’s so exhausting always waiting on a storm
I can feel the time bomb ticking as I go about my days
There’s things that I could only say a hundred different ways
I’d rather waste my breath on breathing than say them to you
But I hope you have a nice day

/Divide by Zero/
I’m trying to do the math
I’m cutting you in half
I’m trying to divide by zero
I wasn’t even home
I let my spirit roam
Didn’t wanna even find the trail
Some evening on a Friday night
Some skirmish in a bigger fight
I lost a tooth or maybe three that night
But I don’t really want to remember
How to divide by zero
I’m stuck inside a loop
I’m jumping through the hoops
I’m checking out the county jail
These walls are made of glass
The jailer wears a mask
It’s made out of my skin and hair
Some evening on a Friday night
One skirmish in a bigger fight
I lost my lover to the sea that night
And still I’m gasping for air
Trying to divide by zero
My calendar is full
Epistemological
I can always feel the pull of the empty night
I’m hissing at the dawn
My thinking cap is on
I calculate that at this rate, well
Some evening on a Friday night
Maybe we could catch a movie or something
If things don’t add up we can close the lights
And tear up the sheets that declare
We were trying to divide by zero

/Rage Bait/
The sensationalization of your baseness is a blanket smothering
The erasure of the better parts of our nature
Gangrenous and othering
I got a new kind of kick
It’s from an ancient bag of tricks
There is no body governing 
It’s just a spiritual collision
Close my eyes to train my vision on my secret lover
It’s such a strange thing
Aren’t you tired of being rage baited?
There is no bottom to the page
Are you tired of being mercilessly inundated
There is a battle being waged
May I please have your attention
As I lay here with your lips pressed to my ear I’ve got a private message
I’m going down, I’m going in
I’ve got an itch under my skin
I’m stirring up the wreckage
‘Cause it’s a strange kind of time
The signified becomes the sign
Possessiveness possesses
It’s just a spiritual perversion
Hold my breath as I submerge
I’m gonna learn my lesson good
Under the hood, wink
Aren’t you tired of being rage baited
Your hungry ghost keeps you engaged
Are you tired of being hunted down and captivated
Spend your free time in a cage
May I please have your attention
Are you tired of being rage baited
Aren’t you tired of being played?
May I please have your attention

/How to Program a VCR/
Let me ride off in the sunset
And do something I’ll really regret
Just so you’ll pay attention to me
I could not get a rise out of you
But let me take a moment here
And introduce you to my other self
The one that keeps you alive in a petri jar on a darkened shelf
On a darkened shelf
Is where I keep my favourite things in the world
It’s where I keep my special girl
I could not get a rise out of her