The Litterbox Sessions

by Cat Heaven




Recorded 10/23/11 at Grant's House, and 10/24/11, 11/06/11, and 11/07/11 at Daenger House on a Tascam Portastudio 424 mkII. We wanted to record our songs while Ethan was still in the band. Audrey visited and now is in the band as back up vocals. Thanks to Grant, Ethan, and Audrey for being in the band. Sorry we're so sloppy, but that's more punkz...


released October 26, 2011

Grant Geiger- Drums
Tyson Ballew- Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Ethan J. Uhl- Bass, Guitar, Screamy vocals
Audrey Pennings- Vocals

Scouts Honor, In Montana by Ethan Uhl, the rest by Tyson Ballew



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Track Name: Scouts Honor
two thousand miles
and a printed face
i hung a painting of you
in my mind's better days

you had eyes
like a cat's cradle
and i felt the need to run
but i don't think i'm able

so lay me down
in a field of screams
standing proud, standing tall
but trembling like a leaf

spare no soul
spare no life
because i spared nothing
i just lost my time

just wanna lose myself to drink and smoke
before i get too young to be old
scout's honor!

i keep this weather
positioned on my mouth
and i keep you inside
don't want to let you out

because it's easy to pretend
not to have a hope
yeah it's easier then
to not get your heart broke

it's the 80s do a lot of coke
and vote for ronald reagan

it's the 80s do a lot of coke
and vote for ronald reagan

just wanna lose myself to drink and smoke
before i get too young to be old
scout's honor!
Track Name: Dictator Rock
we don't play hipster slop
we play dictator rock
and we just don't know how to stop

and we don't really care
if we don't play fair
we know we have the coolest hair

And we came here to destroy
the music you've come to enjoy
with strict regulations
on how you have fun fun fun fun

we say we're DIY
but that's a fucking lie
no one will put our records out

we will play this game
chasing eternal fame
like a moth to a flame

Track Name: Manifest Destiny
If you go by the book
you'll become illiterate
if you don't believe me
look at the life your stranded in
endlessly working
to justify the means to your end

you've got to fight to stay alive
this has led to compromise
in order to save one's dreams
some have followed shadowy schemes
where they forgot their humility
they forgot the person they were trying to be

Do you even believe any of the words that you sing?
cause i find it discomforting that you conduct such symphonies

well it was so exquisitely done
the way you lied to everyone
you made them feel so special
before you had them unstrung
re tuned to the sound of your own drum
to fit your conclusions on how this life is won

yet you are so damn convinced
that nothing good could ever exist
that's why you take whatever you grip
that's why you feel so dissed
you feel so bright
a shooting star that never gets it right


You can't reap what you sow
You can't reap what you sow
You plant the poison but it won't grow
You can't reap what you sow

It wasn't easy to be mean
it was just all you'd ever be
unfortunately this was your Manifest Destiny
Track Name: Our Last Days (in the Netherlands)
you think I'm shallow with a thirst for revenge
why else would I put us through this
you think I hadn't considered the consequence
you pity me you think I am foolish

well the best chapter in the worst book written
lays to rest that there will be no happy endings
well that's alright
I won't have to read any of your words tonight

Unlike the Takahē bird
we won't be seen or rediscovered
our songs get broadcast but they're never heard
and our fate belongs to this earth

well the best verse in the worst song written
lays to rest that there will be no happy endings
well that's alright
I won't have to sing any of your songs tonight

I cried our for you
what a dumb thing to do
Track Name: Garden City Hardcore
Sometimes I really miss Matt, Brent, Tom, and Dan
I miss seeing those kids and I miss seeing their band
but like so many do they moved to Portland
and these days it's so hard to blame them
but when folks like that go and stray
entire scenes just go away

I still miss 2004
cause now there's just no more hardcore

and I remember so clearly
all those times we spent in that supposed gallery
where Victor played the part of the con artist
we should have known better than to deal with a man like this
but sometimes you find yourself playing fiddle with the devil
in order to repel the worlds evil


at our softest we played apartments
and at our loudest we rocked basements
and I can show you movements
that don't have age limits

watch out for those cops and fire marshalls
they're out to ruin all of your fun
be smart, creative and clever
and sing your songs for everyone
Track Name: Flatspot
Well I was so sad
when that I heard your rad
record store was closing
cause I appreciate all your efforts
to sell me amazing records
I will cherish those days always

too bad this state is so small
makes running a distro impossible
cause the kids they shop at the shopping mall
I guess you just can't win them all

I got a flyer to a show
and I am so glad I did go
cause that small scene it changed everything
and I know everything I do is in part because of you
Seff what you did it changed everything

cause you showed me
how to do things and be challenging
and I could do almost anything
that's what DIY really means

well we were young
and having fun
but now those days are done

and I know people just like me
who wholeheartedly would agree
Seff what you did it changed everything
and I just want to say thank you
for giving us something to do
on Friday nights we would go dancing

No not everyone was changed
some kids remained the same
no we did not save the world
but I'll never consider us failures
Track Name: (Fuckin' Up) In Montana
you bought me flowers from a land i've never been to
we laid under tomorrow's gliding light and holdin' sun
but not much anything makes any sense now
when i'm searchin' for a reason to stick to my gut

i don't want your mutual friends, your lost arguements
i just wanna sleep in bloody sands and sing
"my oh my oh my darling,
i would never take your heart, never want your ring"

we have got to take ourselves home
while we still can
we have got to take ourselves home
while we still can

i've got an aching stomach that doesn't want more
than two shots of whiskey, than a woman i can't love
i've got a ghost who lives by the sea side
and we've got nothin' left of us... except fucking up in montana