the midnight disease presents​.​.​.​the House Where Dreams go to Die Vol. I: Incantations & Adorations

by The Midnight Disease

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about

This is the story of a couple that traveled far and wide. They made it to northern Nevada and traveled down into Las Vegas. They were lost in a haze but found a house. They learned a house is not a home. They lost themselves to demons, both the ones that dwell inside them and the one that dwell below. I'm just the narrator of their story. I was there at those parties and in those houses. I maybe could have saved them. Instead I just watched.

*To fully experience the story please purchase the album for 5 dollars and I will mail you a zine entitled "Raped on the Astral Plane". The zine will be packaged with a cd and a glossy insert of Slade Vegas's beautiful cover photo. Be sure to include your address in the Paypal message

credits

released October 1, 2015

Written, arranged, and produced by Brenden K. Jones

the midnight disease on this release is Brenden K Jones, Sam Lopez, Kellen Owens, and Mike Riefler.

Brenden played guitars, keyboards, drum machine, harmonica, and Kaossilator.

Sam played sax on tracks 2 and 10

Kellen played lead guitar on track 10 and did vocals on tracks 2 and 10

Mike played keys on track 9

Cover photo by Slade Vegas

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Track Name: the Witching Hour
It's 3 AM
And no one knows what the world looks like at 3 AM
When it disappears into the headlights of every passing car outside
And God knows I could't stand they'd swim around the living room of you Budget Suite
When I was trying to sleep
So I've been gone for days
And you've been up for nights
Your hands turning red from clenching the phone too tight
And it seemed that every time I called you
It was always in the middle of a good dream
Well, that was always, always, always intentional
I'm just calling you now to let you that was always intentional.
Track Name: July 26, 1986 (Ghosts of the High Desert)
When we drink alone
That's when we really drink together
When we get together
That's when we really are alone
My heart, it swelters
When I'm in the heart of Commercial Center
It's been years but here I am
I am here and there are tears

All the Klonopin in my system
Doesn't make it any easier to forget
Just who I am and where I'm from
The fact that I was born someone else's son

July 26, 1986
The day we decided life is a joke
So here I am tucked away in Badlands
Drinking Stella and waiting for a show
Flooded with all these bad memories of me and you out on a desert road

I remember the darkness of the kingdom
I remember the lights around the prison
I remember smoking all of that Oxycontin and making jokes about the inmates
I remember making jokes about the inmates

I saw your brother just the other day
He said it makes perfect sense you would end up there one day
I saw your brother just the other day
He said it makes perfect sense you would end up there one day

Years ago when you left
We knew you if you returned you would be the same
We knew time away would have no affect
So we avoided you like the plague
We avoided you like the plague

I saw you brother just the other day
He said it makes perfect sense you would end up there one day
I saw your brother just the other day
He said it makes perfect sense you would end up there one day

One day, one day, one day.
Track Name: Joint Shared at the Experimental Noise Show
Black metal kids stalk the corner of Trop and Maryland
They spend their days and nights outside of the 7-11
And across town at the very same time
You're riding in a free love caravan
That's driven by the front man of an experimental noise band
He dresses like he's Adam Ant
Yeah, that guy looks just like Adam Ant
I was there at very first show
I stood across the dirt parking lot
From the shadows is where I watched
You and him share that very first joint

I was lost inside myself
All high on blueberries and cream
I am lost inside myself
All high on blueberries and cream
And I remember
It was your mother who gave us these words
It was your mother who bestowed this curse

There are few things I'll take to the grave
Never though things would turn out this way
Never thought that I'd carry this name
Now those girls are done making out
The band has packed it in
They've packed up all their synths
I remain born in this sin

I am lost inside myself
All high on blueberries and cream
I am lost inside myself
All high on blueberries and cream
And I remember
It was your mother who gave us these words
It was your mother who bestowed this curse

Black metal kids stalk the corner of Trop and Maryland
And across town at the very same time

I'm giving myself over to the flowers.
Track Name: Shots Fired Outside the Womb Room (Headwinds Show 4.17.15)
Lights low
Guitars all out of tune
They're gonna cut this short
This show's ending too soon

Earlier in the dirt lot
Two kids argued and argued
Hey, would you call the cops?
No, you. You've got the phone
No, you. You've got the phone

Next door someone has been shot
No one here was directly involved
But you know how these things go
They might try to implicate one or two of us
Yeah, the pigs might try to implicate one or two of us

Jason comes and pulls the plug and hits the lights
Clears us all out
Wishes us a very good night
Then he says softly,
"Just leave slowly. Don't get stopped by the cops."

We decide on a neutral meeting spot
The asphalt parking lot
Up the street at the local pizza shop
Where we go inside and drink our beers
And discuss the finer points
Of a decaying scene
Of a dying city
Of the things kept hidden
Of the things that go unseen

And we decide
On the places on the places we'll go to die

And we'll let sleeping dogs lie
As we decide on places we'll go to die
We will trying to let sleeping dogs lie
As we decide on the place that we'll go to die
Track Name: Hard Times at Huntridge Tavern
Drinks and sweat and smoke
Well, it feels like both my legs are broke
In a city that's been ripped wide open
By moshpit warriors and molly mashed minds
The bridge
The gap
The overlap
I guess it only takes on cap
I hate the way these kids are always ip
I hate the way these kids keep me awake

I see a web of people
that eat you up
I see a house
that fades into houses
that fades in a bar
that fades into a web of people
That eat you
That eat you
That eat you up
I see you struggling
way down deep in the cut

And I try to stay unopened
I try to close myself off
And I try to keep myself unopened
I try to close myself off

I see a web of people
who eat you up

I feel lost in each tavern
I feel the heat and force of pavement
I'm lost out in the tavern
I've lost all of the payments
Track Name: This Magick Moment
We free ourselves from the judgments of the old gods
We enter a house that no one ever leaves
I think that you were dressed in all black
Listening to Bahaus as you grieved
As you mourned all of those things that died
That once lived deep inside the both of us
Well all of those things have been gone for so very long

And now you're not sure of
what to do
And now you're unsure of what to say

There's a picture of a hearse that you found
There's that bible that's been cursed that I keep around
It's buried deep in a bedroom somewhere
That lies at the end of a long and twisting hallway
Now the forces in rule of earth at present
Bear witness to our wicked ways
Yeah, they all bear witness to our wicked ways

And now we're not sure of
what to do
And now we're not sure of
what to say
Track Name: Life is Like a Chief Keef Song
All the t-shirts are vintage
Molly water on my lips
28 years spent wasted
I have wasted my whole life

As I look around
I can't help but think
My life turned out like a Chief Keef song
As I look around
I can't help but think
My life turned out like a Chief Keef song

There is blood on Gady's guitar
Projectile vomit in the backyard
Glass breaks like it always does
And Jesse's yielding a machete
Jesse's yielding a machete

I'm just trying to help my friends
Who are all cross faded
I have got to help my friends
Who are all cross faded

Punk records spin
As we spin out of control
A Twilight Zone shit show
These parties are all a vortex
And I'm sinking deeper in this hole
I am sinking deeper in this hole
Track Name: Smartest Man in the World
I dream for five minutes
And I go and I pick myself back up
I'm sitting here staring int o the bottom of an empty cup
You tilt your head and give me those eyes
That's when I--I realize
That this night is just another shit show
This night is just another shit show

Do you remember that night we rolled?
Do you remember the sadness in your voice?
As you looked at us and told
the truth: you would have left long ago
If you weren't riding this high
If you weren't riding this high

The compass that you keep inside
It let's us know when things are gonna die
The compass that you keep inside
It lets us know when things are gonna die

I'm up late at night all alone
Watching some dumb TV show
Thinking 'bout how you've known everyone for too long
I've been in that world
And I don't want back in
No, I never want back into that world
So on this depression couch I'll lay forever curled

The compass that you keep inside
It lets us when things are gonna die
The compass that you keep inside
It lets us know when things are gonna die

I don't think we'll make it out alive
I don't think any of us will survive
I don't think we'll make it out alive
I don't think any of us will survive
Track Name: Hateful Nights (Party in the Depths of Hell)
Late night talks about convergence
Timelines crossing
All the surges
The little things that God throws at you
Try to shrug it all off
Try to say, Hey, what the fuck

I played a party in the depths of hell
Crawled down nine levels
Just to play a show in a dining room
It felt warm
like a cocoon
all the kids gathered around
just to hear the faint sound
Of me and my guitar
Afterwards I cried in a car
That belonged to my roommate

It's these nights that I hate

(Just fade it out)
Track Name: the Dream is Over
There's a house in the desert
Where every dream you have goes to die
I think I've been there once or twice in my life
I saw you leave her behind
"You're having fun", you screamed from behind the glass
Outside your favorite tavern
That sits in an historic part of town
I coulda sworn you were down for the count

Bread crumbs all on the table
The empties each tell a different story
Your life is kind of like a fable
Hidden in shadows and light
You thew punches in black and white
I coulda sworn that I saw you throw that fight

Baby, I know we tried
But, babe
I think we're fried
Track Name: Whore of Babalon
I don't want to sleep for too long
You sometimes ask if I wonder what we'd be like
If maybe you were never gone
I admit I think about it sometimes
I admit I think about it sometimes

But I don't think
I could ever be
All the things that you want me to be
I don't think I can ever be
All things that God wants me to be
I don't think I will ever be
Everything I always dreamed I would be

There's a girl living out in the woods
She pulls a record down from her shelf
It's one I gave her
Hope she will never tell
Before a mirror
Takes a good look at herself
She is holding a brand new babe
Says, "Hey, was this supposed to save
me from drudgery? All the monotony?
Well, look at where true love has gotten me."

And I don't think she will ever be
All the things that I want her to be
She don't think she can ever be
All the things that God wants her to be
Deep down I know that we will never be
All the things that we strive to be

It's all in how we perceive
It's all in how we proceed
It's all in how we perceive
In the way we move forward
The way we proceed

So take my left hand, girl, and walk with me
Baby, take my left hand
And come take a walk with me
Track Name: the Magic Hour
It's 3 PM
And no one knows what the world looks like at 3 PM
When I'm deserted out in the desert
Don't deserve her
But maybe never wanted her
And the last I heard
She was married and pregnant
Halfway across the country
Last thing on her mind was me
And how I got left behind
Stuck here in this hole
And it is quite possible that right now
I am nothing more
Than a ghost
Well, I was never good and telling what was real
And separating all the facts
So I guess that this is the end
And I'm still not sure just where we began