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No More Expectations

by Carry On, October!

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1.
Worked the graveyard shift again You don't get home until 9 AM Is this an acceptable means to an end? You still can't feel your legs, but hey, you paid the rent! And even if you work to death Your boss expects you in by 10 So maybe it's finally Time for a little uprising Your boss takes you for granted Endless compromising It's time you demand it Convinced you that you're worthless Robbed you of your freedom Your boss says you deserve this I say you don't need them It's time for a little uprising Our boss takes us for granted Endless compromising It's time we demand it Convinced us that we're worthless Robbed us of our freedom Our boss says we deserve this I say we don't need them
2.
Starry-Eyed 03:02
Still talking Hey, are we still talking? Cause I don't wanna lose a hint of this connection Consider this my confession if you want Still feeling I still got that feeling Well, I don't wanna sound like some hopeless romantic And I don't wanna get pedantic I just am Is this some kinda punishment? Did I inflict this on myself? Cause I feel this feeling up and down and all around It keeps insisting on itself I can't escape it Whoa, I can't escape you Remember Yeah, I still remember When we first met in person two months before September Or five before December It's a blur Recall Yeah, I still recall Way too many nights spent past midnight on a call Laughing until we both bawled our eyes out Is this some kinda punishment? Did I inflict this on myself? Cause I feel this feeling up and down and all around It keeps insisting on itself I can't escape it Whoa, I can't escape you I wouldn't give my time spent with you for the world I wouldn't give my time spent with you for the world I wouldn't give my time spent with you for the world No, all the time that I've spent with you is the best in the world Is this some kinda punishment? Did I inflict this on myself? Cause I feel this feeling up and down and all around It keeps insisting on itself I can't escape it Whoa, I can't escape you Is this some kinda punishment? Did I inflict this on myself? Cause I feel this feeling up and down and all around It keeps insisting on itself I can't escape it No, I can't escape it But I don't wanna escape you
3.
Woman 03:26
Nail polish is chipped Makeup is running in the water and my My towel is ripped I guess I'm not sure if this is what I wanted cause I Still feel their eyes Trace the shape of my form and my body, well I Don't wanna deny Sometimes they look at me and I feel like a squatter and I Don't belong Guess I'll just write another song No, I don't belong Guess I'll just wring my neck I'll wring my neck New school, old town Colors are different, but the rumors never change, and when You know you're found You thought you'd progressed, but you're really on page one again Same throat, new sound Empty soliloquies unlike you've ever heard before So when I'm down I take my solace in remembering the fact that I Don't belong Guess I'll just write another song No, I don't belong Guess I'll just wring my neck I'll wring my neck Nail polish is chipped Makeup is running in the water and my My towel is ripped I guess I'm not sure if this is what I wanted cause I Still feel their eyes Trace the shape of my form and my body, well I Don't wanna deny Sometimes they look at me and I feel like a squatter and I Don't belong Guess I'll just write another song No, I don't belong Guess I'll just wring my neck I'll wring my neck Don't belong Guess I'll just write another song No, I don't belong Guess I'll just wring my neck I'll wring my neck
4.
We're just Passing radio signals Words disappear between the gaps Context missing in the middle As our shortwaves interact This brings to mind an ornate mirror Reflecting moonlight after 9 This image ain't gonna get clearer Wonder which moon you recognize Worked myself half-to-death That's just a half-measure to you Pull the whiskey from the shelf I'll drink myself down to the truth There ain't nothing left here between us Just old contempt and rotting blood 'Cause I ain't ever saying sorry And you ain't ever dropped a grudge Held me to standards near inhuman When I got back, the locks were changed Well, after everything that I've been through, Well, I don't care what you have to say And as I bleed upon the altar Of market politics and greed Well, I know you ain't a commie But I hope you give me what I need Sometimes you grow up to understand, Despite all that you might have planned That a relationship's demands Are just too much for you too provide Sometimes you grow up to understand, Despite all that you might have planned That a relationship's demands Are just too much for you too provide Sometimes you grow up to understand, Despite all that you might have planned That a relationship's demands Are just too much for you too provide Sometimes you grow up to understand, Despite all that you might have planned That a relationship's demands Are just too much for you too provide
5.
Coffee Shop 03:23
Cigarette butts and coffee grounds Every three minutes, that awful sound Well, I reject this imposed destiny Business so widespread and syndicated Keep the whole population dull and caffeinated As I feel myself drained of empathy Is this what they meant when they said you Work 'til you're numb or you work 'til your dead? Should I embrace the encroaching abyss Or should I put a bullet square through my head? Oh no, is this what they meant when they said you Work 'til you're dumb or you're stuck in your bed? Well, maybe ignorance is bliss, 'Cause then I wouldn't notice that I'm being bled dry Barely keeping pace, barely keeping pace Barely saving face when you make a mistake while you are on the line Feel like a machine, feel like a machine Feel like more caffeine will keep you moving. Baby, that's all by design Gotta keep you hooked up, gotta keep you hooked up Maybe you get fucked up, that's okay if it don't hurt their bottom line Gotta keep you quiet, gotta keep you quiet If you wanna riot, you're a liability and past your time Is this what they meant when they said you Work 'til you're numb or you work 'til your dead? Should I embrace the encroaching abyss Or should I put a bullet square through my head? Oh no, is this what they meant when they said you Work 'til you're dumb or you're stuck in your bed? Well, maybe ignorance is bliss, 'Cause then I wouldn't notice that I'm being bled dry Is this what they meant when they said you Work 'til you're numb or you work 'til your dead? Should I embrace the encroaching abyss Or should I put a bullet square through my head? Oh no, is this what they meant when they said you Work 'til you're dumb or you're stuck in your bed? Well, maybe ignorance is bliss, 'Cause then I wouldn't notice that I'm being bled dry
6.
Saul Goodman 04:32
(Better Call Saul Clip: Mike: You wanna know why I didn't take that money, is that what you're asking? Jimmy: Yeah, that's what I'm asking. Mike: Me, personally? I was hired to do a job, I did it, that's as far as it goes. Jimmy: Yeah... Well, I know what stopped me. And you know what? It's never stopping me again.) Sink through my skin, you're a needle I don't wanna win, I'm a beagle Call me loving, more like Lovett Maybe I should grow There's a rhythm to the system Got a system for your rhythm Call me loving, more like Lovett Maybe I should go Maybe you should know Follow orders well. Where's my medal? Hope you go to Hell, I'm a rebel Call me loving, more like Lovett Maybe I would grow Got this hatred, I don't make it Think it's sacred, I'll placate it Call me loving, more like Lovett Maybe I would go Maybe you would know Missed the straight road, so now I walk sideways Call it crooked, least I did it my way Feels like my week used to have more Fridays Something 'bout those summer afternoons You're a hypocrite and I'm indifferent Please ignore the fact that I'm indignant Used to love it here, now I'm malignant Something 'bout those summer afternoons Got a story, don't you wanna hear it? All for glory, no, you won't get near it Call me loving, more like Lovett Wish that I could grow I'm quick-witted, you're committed You're addicted, I'll permit it Call me loving, more like Lovett Wish that I could go Wish that you could know Missed the straight road, so now I walk sideways Call it crooked, least I did it my way Feels like my week used to have more Fridays Something 'bout those summer afternoons You're a hypocrite and I'm indifferent Please ignore the fact that I'm indignant Used to love it here, now I'm malignant Something 'bout those summer afternoons Found it hard to live far from where you were Made it easy with a sense of humor You're so healthy, guess that I'm a tumor Something 'bout those summer afternoons Hope you found your peace, 'cause I can't find mine Doesn't matter, long since crossed that fine line So I'm dreamimg 'bout a better timeline Something 'bout those summer afternoons (Better Call Saul Clip: Saul: You know why I didn't take the job? 'Cause it's too small! I don't care about it! It's nothing to me! It's a bacterium! I travel in worlds you can't even imagine, you can't conceive of what I'm capable of!)
7.
Is this a screen? That's keeping us apart, the hardest part is learning how to wear my heart On my sleeve I think that I forgot, got caught up in the moment, lost the forest For the trees I'm sinking through the roots, my boots will flood with soil, suits me fine if I can scream With no regrets, my silhouette reflects the shape that I've conceived of In my dreams It's not obscene 'Cause you don't understand. No, I am not a man, I'm not the only one who Lives like me Yet here we are to blame. We all feel pain the same, you fan the flame while we're Left to bleed You're horrified, I'm sure. I'm oh-so reassured by all the ways you've called Me a freak Declare you want to care, but I am well aware that that's not what you Really mean There's a willow by the shore Gently rustles in the breeze Secrets hide in dresser drawers Things she's scared that you might see Tear her out the closet door Kick her out and watch her flee She can't scare you anymore Hanging there out by the sea Hollow baby blues See them staring back at you Wishing you could understand I wish I knew Just how to make it click, but fascist politics ain't meant to tick, so I'm lost In milieu While you all have a take, we get caught in the wake, it's hard to fake like you Have a clue The writing's on the wall, you hope we take the fall, but we both know it's All on you It's time to make a choice: Will you break through the noise or let it tell you What to do There's a willow by the shore Gently rustles in the breeze Secrets hide in dresser drawers Things she's scared that you might see Tear her out the closet door Kick her out and watch her flee She can't scare you anymore Hanging there out by the sea Hollow baby blues See them staring back at you Wishing you could understand Hollow baby blues See them staring back at you Wishing you could Wishing you could Wishing you could understand
8.
All moments are lost, time bleeds in on itself The nights are like flies and I'm stuck on the shelf I soak in the rot, suck and sink into hell Don't look in my eye, all you'll see is myself I can't quite comprehend your constant contradiction And empty vases bring to mind my old and new conditions Am I the same person who made all of those bad decisions Or have I grown enough to dodge all these head on collisions? Sunset settles under the next overpass I wonder how much longer it can last The marble machine speaks in delicate tones It asks for my love when it just wants my bones "I'm wearing it down," I say secure from my home But it's still around while I'm sleeping alone I can't quite comprehend your constant contradiction And empty vases bring to mind my old and new conditions Am I the same person who made all of those bad decisions Or have I grown enough to dodge all these head on collisions? Sunset settles under the next overpass I wonder how much longer it can last I've been dreaming of a Place that's tropical Don't care 'bout anatomicals It isn't all that topical So we can get away To somewhere tropical Don't care 'bout anatomicals It isn't all that topical So we can get away To somewhere tropical Don't care 'bout anatomicals It isn't all that topical So we can get away To somewhere tropical Don't care 'bout anatomicals It isn't all that topical But that was just a dream
9.
My paper cut just got infected Think I already see the pus I feel it hope to heal, but I have to neglect it while I While I'm stuck here on the bus A wilted cry out from the fountain They haven't turned it on for years They say that beauty ain't quite worth the price of mountains, yet I Yet I'm still here brought to tears Oh, brought to tears Oh, brought to tears Is this my Alabaster ever-after? Barely made the morning mass to Flee disaster, ask the pastor Is this by design? I'm sinking through my thinking Hours flash by like I'm blinking Is it the drinking? Got an inkling That the answer ain't divine I hope that one day I can find the truth Just made it out of my procedure Insurance still won't foot the bill Pray for a miracle? Well, God forbid, I have a seizure I don't think I have the will They say the neighborhood's expanding I only see it disappear When folks can't make the rent, their livelihoods they must abandon There'll be a Target by next year Oh, by next year Oh, by next year Is this my Alabaster ever-after? Barely made the morning mass to Flee disaster, ask the pastor Is this by design? I'm sinking through my thinking Hours flash by like I'm blinking Is it the drinking? Got an inkling That the answer ain't divine I hope that one day I can find the truth Can you feel your faith? 'Cause I can't get in touch with mine I lost my sense of revolution, Now I never know the time I don't wanna see the world end, I don't wanna watch it burn But I'm not sure how I'm helpful When you wanna make it turn Can you point me, in this verbiage, To the words that make a change? Can't do much more than poetry, Perform it on a stage Is this resonant, irrelevant Or something in-between? The words are spilling out I couldn't tell you what they mean I don't know If I can get back to That place I used to go But hey, I'll try for you I don't know If I can get back to That place I used to go But hey, I'll try for you I don't know If I can get back to That place I used to go But hey, I'll try for you I don't know If I can get back to That place I used to go But hey, I'll try for you I don't know If I can get back to That place I used to go But hey, I'll try for you I don't know If I can get back to That place I used to go But hey, I'll try for you I'll try for you
10.
Arise, my eyes are still sore from the crying I still see the dream, or maybe that's just the antihistamines Belief is still most of the healing And the time may fly, but I still think on those I left behind Will I deny that I have ever lied? Oh, your words, they burn, and I cannot discern if they're Deserved, or worse, the marking of a curse of my Design, so I resign them to the systems I survived Do you know a place to rest your head? Do you know a place to hide your dread? Do you know a place to lay your dead? Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? Do you presume, with all that you've exhumed, That I don't know, oh no, the terror I have sown This isn't faux, for show, I'd like to think I've grown And yet still you assume, so I am left abandoned, half in-bloom Do you know a place to rest your head? Do you know a place to hide your dread? Do you know a place to lay your dead? Do you know? Do you know? Do you know? The moment is abandoned The memory is frayed The aromatic apathy has just begun to fade Is this a potion or a poultice? Which one is meant to sting? My humors are imbalanced, that's my vomit in the sink I think I'm drinking my depression Or maybe that's the stink I thought that I had just escaped, turns out I'm still here on the brink I'm paralyzed, imperfect Too focused on the stain I try to move on with my life, but I just can't forget the shame Hello! Bonjour! Are you here for the tour? I'll see you through if you can stand to learn the truth I've left my share of scars, I've harmed, I've caused some broken hearts Yet I am much more, I'm sure, and so I stand before you reassured Do you know a place to rest your head? Do you know a place to hide your dread? Do you know a place to lay your dead? Do you know? Do you know? Do you? Do you know a place to rest your head? Do you know a place to hide your dread? Do you know a place to lay your dead? Do you know? Do you know? Do you know?
11.
Swansong 04:17
I fear the four walls of this car Visible to you, but not by far You leer at me through looking glass I pray, in this moment, I pass Reciting mantras in my head Can't count the siblings who are dead And so I'm locked inside this car Schrodinger's genie in a jar If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you I fear detection more than all Avoid inspection, ignore the call Under my skin, I meet with you Watch as our skin is fading blue Roses entwined along my path Watch them recoil as I pass Some roses claim that I have lied Approach with thorns until I've died If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you If I don't make it home, just know that I will always love you If I don't make it home, just know that I have always loved you
12.
No more expectations I sit in a field of acacias I don't feel you next to me Didn't want that I don't feel you next to me Think I need that The lone beech tree hangs low Barren in the wind and snow I still remember the night you cried I still remember your bloodshot eyes I still remember you tears dried On my sleeve I still remember the things you said I still remember you felt like death I still remember your head rest On my sleeve No more condescension Or claims that this is for attention Still can't feel you next to me Didn't want that Still can't feel you next to me Know I need that If ever I should find my way, Maybe we could talk that day I still remember the night you cried I still remember your bloodshot eyes I still remember you tears dried On my sleeve I still remember the things you said I still remember you felt like death I still remember your head rest On my sleeve

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A record about moving on from the past, about learning from the mistakes you've made, about ending a relationship when it needs to end.

Enormous thanks to Everrett Healy for designing the cover of this record, to Quinn Norton and Donovan Neptune for the covers of "Saul Goodman" and "Willow By The Shore," and to Bo Norton for their fantastic backing vocals on "Saul Goodman." I am endlessly grateful to have each and every one of you in my life.

And a final thanks to you, listener, for coming along for this ride. I'm not sure when I'll be back with new recorded material, so until next time, keep your head up. Your death belongs to you, but so does your life. Don't let it go to waste.

Written over more than a year, from July of 2021 to August of 2022. Recorded in an apartment from September to October of 2022.

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released October 31, 2022

"No More Expectations" Cover - Everrett Healy
"Saul Goodman" Cover - Quinn Norton
"Willow By The Shore" Cover - Donovan Neptune
Backing Vocals and Mixing Assistance - Bo Norton

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Carry On, October! Chicago, Illinois

your new favorite chicago transgender punk band. started as a solo folk punk project in 2020, now jamming as a four-piece. full band recordings coming soon!

vocals/rhythm guitar by maeve ๐ŸŒผ (she/her) + lead by ouro ๐Ÿ (they/it) + bass by elton ๐ŸŒž (any/all) + drums by sloane ๐Ÿ˜บ (they/she)

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