Hungry Hands

by American Standards

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Recorded at The Residency Studios in Los Angeles, California

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released 30 May 2014

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American Standards Phoenix, Arizona

Chaos driven noise punk from Arizona. American Standards released their debut EP "Still Life" in June of 2012 which was distributed by Victory Records. In September 2013, they released a follow up album entitled "The Death Of Rhythm And Blues". Their third release "Hungry Hands" will be available in stores and online May 30th 2014. ... more

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Track Name: Casket Party
Tell me the beat has gone missing
Tell me the sirens aren't lying
Feet fail and lips laced with whiskey
Death is cold but so is the void inside

And when the clock
Hits the 2
I'll take just one more drink
And savor till it's through

The dead don't dance
So I know I'm alive [3x]

But when song ends
Will I survive

We've shed our skin we were hiding in
(We shed, we shed our skin)
Our bones bleached white
Our hearts worn thin

We've become the framework of a disaster

Oh, the hollowed out eyes
Of all the scarecrows
They keep our shadows
Keep our shadows at bay

Oh, the hollowed out eyes
Of all the scarecrows
They aren't so threatening
When we know how they're made

I hear the heart beats cut through the night air
And when I wake, i fear this feeling won't be here
If we don't go to sleep
This night won't end
If we don't go to sleep
This night will never end

I won't close my eyes
I'll let the sirens carry me home

Death grips me a little tighter
We made it through another day
Track Name: Circus Rats
I had the perfect picture
To bring the world to its knees
But when the people heard of art
They couldn't see the forest for the trees
And I want to feel to earth shake
Every bone left rattling
And I want to feel I'm awake
From a people fast asleep

Mirrors facing mirrors

Can't break away from this
Can't break away
And of the ill equipped we're armed to the teeth

It goes around, around, around, around and ends now

Replace my sweat and tears with gasoline
And let this fire burn for all to see

Mirrors facing mirrors
And now we're stuck

Replace my sweat and tears with gasoline
And let this fire burn for all to see

Replace my sweat
Replace my tears

Oh, Time
My mistress
And patience, my disease
My heart, my love, my passion guide me
Track Name: The Complex Death Machine
Our fears are razor thin but always seem enough

They cut right through the skin and settle setting rust

We'll carry this weight
Carry this weight
Carry it to the grave
Carry this weight

And as the cockroaches crawl from their holes
They survived, intact but alone
Breathe in the heartache of living a life in regret
It's a crime

We laugh and dance on open graves
As the nails rain down

It's like pulling teeth
Grounded by our roots
And riddled with disease
I've got to find something that damn kids believe

We here aren't very long
No time in wondering where we all belong
I can't relate
I can't relate at all

We laugh and dance on open graves
As the nails rain down

We've become smokestacks of men
Polluting the earth with our material filth
The wreckage lining our bones
And our tongues bitter from the taste of failure
But at the first site of that sun
We need to come out of the darkness and step into the light
Oh I know the house has its money on death
But living has a nice stride
So I'll play the odds