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An album about losing friends, the cops showing up to your house, wwhh if George Washington drowned out on the Delaware, and learning how to not be so angry with yourself all the time.

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released August 18, 2017

Corbin Lenard: Vox/Bass/Lyrics
Charlie Smith: Trumpet/Vox and lyrics on All American
Bradley Mitchell: Bari Sax, Clarinet (Napalm), Tenor Sax (AA)
Logan Smith: Alto Sax
Nathan Hanner: Trombone
Austin Vogelstang: Bass Trombone
Will Whitehurst: Drums/Band Mascot
Kyler Rabe: Guitar


Strings: Lindsey King, Sarah Bartholomew, and Emily Wills
John Hargett: Aux percussion on tracks 6 and 11 and thanks for letting us use your basement
Group Vox: Nolan Warner-Sullivan, Adam Campbell, and all of us

CHRIS POPE: Tracking, Mixing, Mastering, Dealing with us

Adam Campbell and Brady Kennedy: Helped write tracks 1, and then 6-11 in varying degrees and their contributions should not be ignored.

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Vanilla Envelope Boone, North Carolina

Corbin-Vx/Bass
Charlie-Trumpet/vx
Logan-Alto Sax
Bradley- Bari, Clari, Tenor
Nathan-Trombone
Austin- Bass Trombone
Will-Drums
Kyler-Guitar

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Track Name: All It Takes
Railroad workers drilling in the heat of the day
Foreman pulls up with a mechanized better way
Rendered obsolete by the marching of time
John Henry raildriver since the age of nine
Mild mannered massive muscled wall of steel
Obstinate convictions kill much faster than fear

All it takes is a steak in the ground
Better grab another robot’s running you down
Hammer pounds away and there’s a skip in your heart
Keep on hitting harder you were doomed from the start

A baby is born and a star rose slowly in the west
laying in a manger with the cows and the sheeps and the pests
but a cough can kill as well as a knife
joseph wasn’t too upset he still had his wife
losing your first child ain’t as bad as it seems
former earthly father of the son of the king

All it takes is an untimely demise
better try again and harder this time
making love to your wife was your god given job
god got her first with his omnipotent rod

Soldiers paddling on into the dead of night
bloodthirsty warriors brace for the beginning of a fight
their leader stood brave on the nose of a boat
until he fell and sank into the icy moat
water laid siege to his throat and his lungs
Washington washed up cold in the morning sun

All it takes is a honest heart
and a willingness to do a fair bit more than your part
doesn’t matter all that much we’ll die in the end
trying cleans the filth we’re all drowning in
HEY!
Track Name: Smiling
I remember your tenth birthday
when we were hanging out at the public pool
I tried to hit on your cousin all day
to the best of my adolescent ability

when we were kids
you moved away
my parents said that you'll make new ones anyway

You were always smiling!!
You were -always- smiling.

I remember you falling off your bike
And me too scared to ride one
I never needed bravery when you could fight my battles for me

It's just a phone
Not some great barrier
Not something that should keep me away for
years like it has

YOU WERE ALWAYS SMILING
Track Name: Strawberry Applesauce
Everything is fucked now, one way or both
So how long will it take for you to break my nose?
Coming clean quick would fix a lot of our problems
But I’m not so into being kind anymore

It’s petty, but that’s me.
And that’s all I’ll ever be.

Everything is fucked now when will I learn?
That trust is always offered, hardly ever earned
That jokes about killing myself wear away
On people who say they love me everyday

I’m a coward, cut free
From responsibility
I’m a coward, cut free
Grabbing at things that I’ll never be.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry again but that doesn’t mean shit.

I’m a coward, cut free
From responsibility
I’m a coward, cut free
Grabbing at things that I’ll never be.
Track Name: Pillow Talk
You are a compass when I'm lost at sea
and the first mate threw its chest overboard
you're saying true north bout a thousand feet down
and there's no way that's help to anybody now

you're non-practicing and I'm not devout
so the ease with which we speak shouldn't fill me with doubt, but
only after you've come and gone
when I haven't heard your voice in so long

I just wanna know what it's like to feel happy once in my life

What's the point of doing anything platonically?
Throw some words back and forth till you're too old to speak
When the conversation kills itself quietly
A blood hand and a heart too meek

I DON'T WANNA DIE THAT WAY
With so much boiling under my skin
So I'll tell you why I always used to pray
If that door was ever cracked I was scared!

I just wanna know what it's like to feel happy once in my life
Track Name: Revsubhuman
The blood and the guts and the greed of the guilty will satiate my hunger when I'm running on empty
When the tank runs dry or I lose track of my mind there's a short split second where I change inside

Then the teeth come out
The claws sink in
Chowing down on the flesh of the innocents again
On the inside I'm a cannibal so what can you expect?
Just the nature of a killer with cover to protect

I'm a wolf hiding zipped in the flesh of a man
getting caught or getting killed was the end of the plan

There was a dream once when I had you
But then a wolf came and bit me straight outta the blue
See the chances are slim but they're not quite there
They're tangible, plausible, and prevalent as the
FUR that grows at an accelerated pace
Whenever I see that smile on your face

The Blood Red snout
The matted fur
Never ever really mattered very much to her

So damn the cover's blown and I never got far
dying shot London alleyway a bullet in my heart

I'm a wolf hiding zipped in the flesh of a man
getting shot or getting killed was the end of the plan

When the revsubhuman dies
the quiet survives
there's a hair thin second when we matched our eyes
there's a big cold party where my werewolf died

In flight film and a forgettable regret
think hard with your heart not with what's above your neck

I'm a wolf hiding zipped in the flesh of a man
Getting caught or getting killed was the end of the plan
Track Name: Black Magic Suicide
I’m gonna go to sleep and not get well
Let the old vices put me under their spell
When the black magic’s got me in its grip
I swear I’m gonna let myself drown in it

When you sleep
Your one and only option is to wake sometime
Screaming in a fit

Because your nights are haunted by some creature always crawling towards you
running running gaining ground it might not even catch you now
That dream it always ends with your arm stuck in its teeth
All the hexes that you cast were protections incomplete
Soon the predator will awake you from the bead
Peel the sweaty pillow from your terror ridden head

Before you mind can process what your eyes cannot unsee
You’ll be dead.

Feel like I’m fixin’ to die, feel like I’m fixin’ to die
Boots on the ground and my head up in the clouds

To take a sip
Crushed codeine in killer cocktails
For him to die
For such a mind to take his own life

So there come a knocking upon everybody’s door
Festivities end quickly everybody hits the floor
It will crack upon its hinge
The creatures will crawl in
The business they conduct is a knife inside your kin
All the fears of all the monsters
all the trouble that you’ve known
All of it is gone Now all that’s left of us is bone

Those who loved you gather round with heavy hearts and forlorn frowns
To say.


Feel like I’m fixin’ to die, feel like I’m fixin’ to die
Boots on the ground and my head up in the clouds
Track Name: Napalm
Napalm! Napalm!
Gooing up the streets
how will I get to work if I cannot beat the heat?
everybody gets a little down some days
bet they don't have to deal with the fire in their way

So if your home is burning or it's all to smithereens
come join the crowded evac route tailgating on the freeway
If we're all gonna die for the choices we don't choose then let the red cross workers direct you what to do

I don't wanna die by your hand, I don't wanna die in here
I don't wanna die by the hands of any enemy who's blind to see the danger in his trigger finger twist

Napalm! Napalm!
sets fire to it all
the stranded ICU patients are screaming down the halls
building's all aflame in the sweet October night
grab a couple brews while we all join in the fight

So if your home is burning or it's all to smithereens
come join the crowded evac route tailgating on the freeway
If we're all gonna die for the choices we don't choose then let the red cross workers direct you what to do

I don't wanna die by your hand, I don't wanna die in here
I don't wanna die by the hands of any enemy who's blind to see the danger in his trigger finger twist
Track Name: Song of a Wife Beater
I don’t know where my hands have been
And I don’t know whose blood this is
But how, could it possibly be yours?

Honey this mess we made is grand and stupendous
Signs of struggle paint the walls

When the sun came up this morning I was not fully prepared
To drag you by the hair and throw you down the tile stairs
I saw his number on the phone and the timing felt just right
Screams in the basement haunted me all night

All my alcohol will not be wasted on this night
Burning down the site of our last fight.

When the sun came up this morning I was not fully prepared
To drag you by the hair and throw you down the tile stairs
I saw his number on the phone and the timing felt just right
Screams in the basement haunted me all night
Screams in the basement haunted me for the rest of my fucking life
Track Name: Is it Love?
Was that the bang, the shot, or the signal to go?
“I think if she likes you, you’re forgiven for being slow.”
Would you believe if I said I couldn’t think?
Our hands interlocked and I felt complete
It was the lighter, the house, the torch held high
A smoke break lighthouse brought me by
Flash of the lights, and the (insert name of other band or venue) amps
I held up a cigarette and I asked you to dance
Is it love, is it love, is it love, or god
Is it something more fundamental?
An attraction between reproductive genes
or the perfume on your sweatshirt?
We share a look, it’s all a ruse
They gave you more Oxycontin to abuse
Chemo’s a bitch nothing soothes the pain
You’re running out of time when it hits your veins
You know it could be me or you
It might just be the note you found at two in the morning when you rang
The panic and fear almost drove me insane
Is it love, Is it love, Is it love, oh god
Or a deadlocked traffic sickness?
That’s why we never let this game begin
I love you but we’re scared cause we know how it ends
“Where do we go when we finally die?”
We used to let those kinds of questions pass us by
It’s all too much to wake and see
That smoothed shaved head sleeping next to me
The sun doesn’t rise from east to west
It climbs the sky in time with your breath
Should those lungs stop drawing air
That man upstairs better Be Prepared
Is it love, Is it love, Is it love, if you’re gone?
And I’ve been a dead man walking for so fucking long
I swear I’d hold that flame for you
That’s just what I intend to do
I know where I’ll go when I finally die
I’ll stand young and proud right by your side

IS IT LOOOOOOOVEEEEEEeeeeeeeee…..
IS. IT. LOOOOOVVVEEEEEEEeeeeeeee……
Track Name: Post Office
Can we just tell everyone to go on home, and call this a night?
Don't bag and tag any of my guests outside
I can ferry them home on my own
God let this remain though we don't speak for days
They're gonna go condemn my safe little place
then I'll be alone and they'll all scatter
Who knows what kind of hell we'll get to after?

But it's not that simple is it?
Problems can't be easy, can they?

Why can't you guys go and be more productive, and root out that meth lab covert in the night?
Cause Bobby's a nice guy but man do I worry when I see him buy 24's of bud light
We were just trying to put on a show and let everyone in this basement know that they're not alone and that somebody loves them
That they're always welcome upstairs in our home

But it's not that simple is it?
Problems can't be easy can they?
I'm sorry that I even bother when I'm the best that I can offer
I'm sorry doesn't dent your armor, when I'm the best I can offer