Autophage

by GURTH

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released March 31, 2018

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GURTH Toronto, Ontario

GURTH is a thick outfit hailing heavy from Toronto, Ontario. Like a Vanilla Dip Donut, GURTH sprinkles sweet pop sensibility atop a doughy nut of progressive punk rock. Established by a guy approaching 30, and complemented by trifold of 20 somethings, GURTH reminds you that life is absurd. So shake that booty, and drink till ya squirt ♥ ... more

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Track Name: Dear Hair
Oh what a day!
To lace them up and hit the ice
A great excuse to fall into
Each other’s arms, each other’s eyes
And feel our heartbeats multiply

Oh, but there’s a rumblin’ and a fire down below…

Oh what a day!
You’ll play clumsy, I’ll play strong,
You mapped the steps out all along
Play it coy (a clever ploy)
And let me be your porcelain boy

Cause Darling, there’s a rumblin’ and a fire down below
And I don’t know, I don’t know if I can wait to go… oh no!

Oh what a day!
I said I had to go
That time was low, and now you know
That something sickly seethes inside my soul
And burst out of a putrid little hole

Cause darling, there’s a rumblin’ and a fire down below,
And now that it’s out, I don’t know where we go

Oh what a night
Wine by the bar-light
Enough that a current emerged from thin air,
And you found yourself suddenly kneeling in prayer

Oh, but there’s a rumblin’ and a fire down below…
Oh, but there’s a rumblin’ and a fire down below…

But darling, there’s a rumbling and a fire down below
You can’t possibly pretend that somehow you did not know
And you can try to pull it out with each and every gasp and spit
But the fire and the rumbling smells suspiciously like
SHIT
Track Name: Caskets
My daughter asked me, “daddy, what’s it like to pass away?”
I told her, “darling you see caskets earthbound every single day.”
In silk, Armani, paisley-leashed and mortally entombed
Beneath green, rolling lights,
that cry out “boom!” now “bust!” now “boom!”
Or worse, in grey-lit cages ergonomically designed
To crush the human spirit and annihilate the mind

I told her, “mind your footfalls, dear, for this could be your fate.”
Unless you find a better way to circumnavigate
The traps and trusses deftly placed to steer your heart away
To dreams instead of higher pay

For all the commendations, all the prideful looks from dad
All the things your mother told you about the things she never had

For every cent and dollar, every shiny thing you save,
Makes no lick of difference to the man who fills your fucking grave

You’ll work until your bones give out
And finally you’ll lie
On some exotic beach somewhere
Brows furrowed at the sky
‘Cause in that restful reckoning
A train of thought will catch your eye:
Now that you’ve hung up your hat,
Can you afford to die?
Track Name: Trappist
In service to a whisper of a chance,
Our youths in careful study gladly spent
Our place on Earth, our yearning to advance,
And under giants’ weight, we giants bent

Oh my god!
They hover there in their cold sun’s embrace,
Forever with the light upon their face
We’ve never been so close to them before,
But what is it all for?

What was that little glimmer in the lens?
Call the rest and bid them watch the sky
Begin the computations without end
We’ll see the Sisters’ shadows, by and by

What was it all for?
But what was it all for?
But what was it all for?
But what was it all for?

Just when we thought we’d heard all that we can,
Something momentous rises, and makes us numb
A simple, fairly ordinary man,
In his senility says something dumb

They hover there in their cold sun’s embrace,
Forever with the light upon their face
We’ve never been so close to them before,
But what is it all for?

How could anything have mattered more,
Than party lines, Mexicans and wombs
Than accidentally inciting war,
And filling unknown soldiers’ unknown tombs?

What is it all for?
One thousand brutal hours more
But what was it all for?
Is the cave the life they’re begging for?
Track Name: Breathe
I’ve a well-appointed home
And health in blood, tooth and bone
all the world is at my feet,
But I can't breathe (can’t breathe)

I spit and shine and polish well
My shoes, the bell, its loathsome knell
I’m well aligned for gray old age
But I’m a starving autophage

But I can’t breathe, but I can’t breathe
I file my teeth, their points reprieve
The welcome flesh my youth believed
And in that blood I seethe and seethe

It’s fine, I’ve got it, it’s okay
A separate room, enjoy your stay
I skinned our promises alive
Suffocating inside

But I can’t breathe, but I can’t breathe
I file my teeth, their points reprieve
The welcome flesh my youth believed
And in that blood I seethe and seethe

But I can’t breathe
But I can’t breathe
I file my teeth
And seethe and seethe

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