Every Day is Sadderday

by BlackPlate

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released June 3, 2017

On this recording Blackplate is
Sean Casement-Voice, Guitar, Baritone Guitar, Moog
Eliza Barret- Bass
Thadeus Brown-Drums
Recorded by Bart at House of Joy, Oakland, CA
All songs by Sean Casement
Valis VanderLinden-Casement plays drums with us now, and I would like to record these songs again with him
Thanks to Jane for letting us practice in her living room. Thanks Noah for uploading this and rocking with us soon. Thanks Sunfoot, OVVL, Tweeners, Ian, Sam, all the great places we have played and people we have played with.
Cover concept- Sean
Cover Photo- Ryan Lawrance

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Track Name: Sliding
Waking restless every morning
don't know what the hell to do,
and I feel like starting over,
but the day won't let me do.
It's a downer, overwhelming
and there's nothing I can do.
I'm just sliding. I'm just sliding
down a list of things to do.

All the new days find no answers.
Don't know what the hell to do,
and the walks I take don't help me
Mountains high and Oceans blue,
and the crackle of the ions
makes me think of sparks with you.
I'm just sliding, I'm just sliding
down a list of things to do.

All the things you did to hurt me
and mean things I said to you,
they come back each day to haunt me.
Do they do the same to you?
And your silence, it speaks volumes
Reams of nothing, bound by glue
I'm just sliding, I'm just sliding
down your list of things to do
Track Name: Self Fulfilling Prophecies
Directionless. it's obvious
Surrounded. Harsh Geography.
Spacial interactions.
Depths and Elevations

Maps
a way to nowhere
We know where we're going
Tilting on quixotically
on self fulfilling prophecies
Track Name: "Exterminate Them!"
What's that smell
Who killed all the meat?
They poison the water
Leave us nothing to eat
They're looking for rock
that mean nothing to me.
Nowhere to hide
We've got nowhere to be
Nongatl
Sinkione
Lassik
Shasta
Chilula
Wiyot
Wailaki
Yuki
Paid by the State to Exterminate Them!
We'll have parades in your honor if you Exterminate Them!
We'll name this town after you if you Exterminate Them!
We'll be paid by the State to Exterminate Them!
DEPREDATIONS
DEPREDATIONS
DEPREDATIONS
Nongatl
Sinkione
Lassik
Shasta
Chiulla
Wiyot
Wailaki
Yuki
Paid by the State to Exterminate Them!
We'll have parades in your honor if you Exterminate Them!
We'll name this town after you if you Exterminate Them!
We'll be Paid by the State to Exterminate Them!
Manifest Destiny! It's your destiny!
Paid by the State to Exterminate Them!
Jarboe!
Kinnman!
Hastings!
Shively!
Larrabee!
Larrabee!
LARRABEE!
LARRABEE!!!!!!
Track Name: a gentle reminder (to myself, not to be a jaded fuck) Tina, Age 13
Every time you look that way, I wonder if you're gone forever.
We've been so freaked out these day, and things seem so unreal.
Take a walk around the block
or anything that makes you happy.
The way you spread your poison is wrong.
Why don't you weigh the stones you throw?
We sit so beside ourselves
Besides ourselves, there's plenty others.
Take a look around us, man.
Our islands sit by countless others.
Tolerance, a word I learned to keep inside what drives me crazy.
Silence is it's own reply.
Why the fuck don't you think

I try to be myself, you see yourself.
Be sure you weigh all the stones we're throwing.

Every single word is true.
Hypocrisy is always easy.
Faults that glare on someone else,
probably shine on me.
Here I sit, pontificate, a jaded fuck.
The things I hate come back to me in things I do.
Check Myself! See Yourself!

Be myself. See yourself.
Be sure you weigh all the stones we're throwing.

I try not to be a jaded fuck
Track Name: Contagious
It's fantastic, the way your eyes burned holes in me and scorched the landscape, like some monster in a Japanese disaster.
Three car pile-ups in your wake, destroying traffic, and when the smoke had cleared, the candlewax had hardened. Then I knew what people felt who first saw fire, A mix of wonderment and fear.

When the crazy gets contagious, we're elastic
Stretched too tight, and when it snaps, mood swings drastic, and we sit and rock in corners like bucking spastics.
When the crazy gets contagious

It's fantastic. The way the spirit thing that follows you, I saw it,
and I smoked a cigarette while it just hovered
and I asked it the secrets as it shimmered.
I rubbed my eyes hard. It didn't go away.

(chorus)

It's fantastic. Second guessing every word that's heard in darkness.
And it really doesn't matter because we've caught it,
and we pass it back and forth like some infection.
This Contagion
Track Name: King of Fire
King of the playground
Held back by school in Kindergarten.
Let's get it started
Glass is fun for breaking, but matches make it burn.
The camps we found.
My proving ground.
Separates the boys from men,
Things you can't turn back from.
It's been a long cold Spring.
I'll see it End in Fire.

They'll learn we'll burn as bright as Kings
Come on, I'm gone to set Fire to Things
They'll learn when it burns to admire me.
No Talk. Let's Walk and Go Burn

Shep is dead. I lost my head. Remember how he rode your leg?
You cried while we sat laughing.
Woke up drunk in the camps.
It here I'll make a stamp.
It's been a long cold Spring.
I'll see it end in Fire, Motherfuckers

(chorus)

King of the play ground. Held back by school in Kindergarten.
Let's get it started...