French Exit/Signals Midwest Split 7"
by Signals Midwest
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Digital Album
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Milkcrate
02:28
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Stale Air
03:23
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credits
released 17 January 2012
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we are a punk/indie/something band from cleveland, ohio. since starting in 2008, we have seen both coasts of the US and most places in between. we will play in your kitchen or anywhere really.
shows
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Jun 15Chicago, IL
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Jun 21Pittsburgh, PA
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Jul 19Blacksburg, VA
discography
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Apr 2013 -
Jan 2012 -
Dec 2011 -
Oct 2011 -
Apr 2010 -
Nov 2009
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- Track Name: Milkcrate
- In a corner in a basement of an old house, there's a speaker that we left there spitting static to a neighborhood that I grew up in. I still live there but it's different now, now that we've moved out of the place I loved. In the beds we made and the clothes we wore there are traces of a former love and a long-lost friend we can't wash out. Some will gravitate towards other towns with a different set of streets on grids. I wish that I could have known back then what I know right now, but we were only kids. Though hindsight offers clearer eyes, what the future holds is twice as bright. And I'm old enough to realize that the past ain't always left behind.
- Track Name: Stale Air
- Reception crackles on a lonely interstate and I can't settle my stomach. I'm fortunate enough to get to see what lies beyond these four walls in a lonely apartment. I still wanna get home. I'll drive all night to get back to you. Closing the distance as fast as possible. But it's distance I created and it's fucking harrowing. I'll never tell you anything I don't mean. And I can almost feel it but my senses leave me cold. I tried my best to escape it but it won't let me go. I need a breather. I've been inhaling stale air for way too long. Closing the distance as fast as possible. Through the pains and the pacing there's a semblance of a purpose. Sift through the scribble. You can decipher me. I'm not that hard to read. Silver-white light, rain down acceptance on me and when I wake I'll be renewed.
