2013 Sampler

by Vices I Admire

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Vices I Admire's latest sampler. All tracks can be downloaded for free. 'Course, don't let that stop you from throwing some change our way ;). Please, if you download any tracks, help us out and share 'em with everyone you know!

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released 01 January 2013
Lyrics by Dave Curtis
Music by Vices I Admire
"It Is" features Dan Fischer on piano

Vices I Admire is
Tavis Alley - Guitars
Alex Simpson - Drums
Dan Battenhouse - Bass
Dave Curtis - Vocals

This collection was made possible through the hard work, dedication and dreams of Robert Marston, Mark Towne, Mickey Dollar, Kevin Micke and Jennie Kinney. Much love guys, we wouldn't be around today if it was not for your efforts. We owe you more than you could possibly know or understand.

Special thanks to Shannon Calvin and the Vice Squad, Brooke Cessna, Kristen Vance, Helena Livaditis, Dan Fischer, Kyle Simmons, JP Manza - and all the crew at Take To The Oars, Everyday in the Mile High and the Thompsons, Interstate Live, Gas Lantern Media, Marquee Magazine, Westword, Scene Magazine, KCSU, KUNC and KTCL. Thanks for your help!

And to our fans: Thank you, thank you, thank you for listening! Without your support we would have little reason to write music at all. I mean, what good is our music if we can't share it with someone? You all are absolutely incredible and we love you all so much!

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Vices I Admire is a rock band from Denver, CO. They are known for their intense live shows and passionate song craft.

Vices I Admire is: Alex Simpson - drums, Dan Battenhouse - bass, guitars Dave Curtis - vocals, guitars

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Track Name: The Wicked Sun
Blessed be the artificial tear
To conjure up the dreary and dear
To invite the victim toward the chopping block
Where we'll feast upon his wings
Then speak of finer things

Oh, it seems, black hearts bleed melodies
Blow out the wicked sun
Kisses for everyone
Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me

She's an elegy that's sure to solve me soon
A dark comedy that's filling up the room
Shall we send her off to forage for the flock
Or shall we dance among the dead?
Prove that life and love are lies not long to live

Oh, it seems, black hearts bleed melodies
Blow out the wicked sun
Kisses for everyone
Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me
When you gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and burn the demon out of me

Everyone of you is loved
And everyone of you is lost
And everyone of you is dust
Again again again

Gnash your teeth alone, grind the bones and pull the demon out of me
Track Name: Come Home
They dreamed of bright love but that's how the story goes
When she left color for chrome he was the last to know
She said, "Surely be nice for you to come with me."
He said, "I know I've got a love like a star you can hardly see, but all my fire is for you."

She sold plastic dreams, paper smiles
She studied the wonder-less world and dreamed only a little while
She said, "Surely be nice if you would come to me."
I said, "I know I've got a love like a star you can hardly see, but all my fire is for you."

I don't need you to stay
Lift my broken wings, I'll be on my way
Promises are the thinnest air, oh I breathe you now
Wrote a melody to bring you back somehow

All I dream at night is of the bright love that came back home.
Would you come back home?
Track Name: It Is
Written during, for and about the loss of our original bassist, Robert Marston.
Track Name: Heartbreaker
What’s your name? Tell me your secrets. Reasonable regrets, no preface or pretense, just c’mon lay down with me. Cut yourself from the stone, that you milled in the doorway here and keep every problem you want my dear, I’ll make it perfectly clear: all I desire is your physical pain. Like when you crawl to me, open aversion is just for show, I’d give a warning but I think you know--it doesn’t matter where you go--I’ll be recording every casual shame. Now you know me.

And I’ll tell you all about the politics of apathy. I’ll get you drunk on a word and walk you down the street. I’ll be uncomfortably warm, read me unreasonably well. I’ll put your name on the list you’ll be unable to sell. I am the heartbreaker.

There are those who impersonate their feelings of love, who draw their deficit courage from the red badge of another warm body embraced by the bed. And I’m just so damn sure that I’m not your enemy, I’ll never say what you meant to me or pretend I’ll be anything other than this weekend’s release. And now you know me well: I’ll fill you up just to empty you out. But, a criminal? No, I’m not, just the child of a lesser god (one who’s both perverse and profane). Now you know me.

And I’ll tell you all about the politics of apathy. I’ll get you drunk on a word and walk you down the street. I’ll be uncomfortably warm, read me unreasonably well. I’ll put your name on the list you’ll be unable to sell. I am the heartbreaker.

I’ll get you outta my head. I am the heartbreaker.
Track Name: Sweetest Girl
She gets her moves right from the front page and begs me, ooh I’ve got the sweetest girl. She is the product of uncertainty. The treasure I sought, a wonder grinning and gold, so much for the soft words she never told: that I would have to wait so many steps behind.

Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.

Now she likes to touch only when I’m sleeping, it keeps me dreaming of a sweeter girl. One with a generalized impurity. She’s abruptly the queen, suddenly fit for the crown, probably the reason she don’t need me now. But I prefer things much more spiritual, so I’ll stay a step behind.

Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.

She gets bored. If there were a photographic record you could watch her as she pulls the rope to move back the floor and let the world fly out from under me. I’ll act my age, but if there’s any reason, then I reason it’s a reasonably good time to stage my routine routine: melodramatic love affair.

Forgive me, I don’t mean to trouble you, I will move the parade an inch behind the starting line. Forgive me I don’t mean to trouble you but I feel so miserable.

We’re all miserable
Track Name: Kiss Kiss
Process me, produce the proper symmetry to put me in charge of reinventing the mute. Put me in party to the scheduled lie and give me your right hand but live by your left, make me murder every mountain and remove every paradise.

There are evil voices in my head

(They tell me the improbable arithmetic of closing my eyes and counting the cards [keep ‘em busy by counting the cards])

See how this wears me out? How close am I (now) to another dull mystery: are we the graveyard or the ghost? I have a motive. My motivations are a matter of fault--all your fault.

There are evil voices in my head

They say, "You’re wrong" again. Every bit as wrong as you were before, when you first divined your word for love, now you wear it on your tongue, saturate your lips and kiss someone. You’re beautiful.

Poison, be my guide. Prepare me for my proudest work: prostitute for my bride. Nothing’ll heal me but the severed limb, nothing will cure me like the cancer borne. Fail me, fail, fail me fail me not, I suffer every eager infection.

There are evil voices in my head

They say, "You’re wrong" again. Every bit as wrong as you were before, when you first divined your word for love, now you wear it on your tongue, saturate your lips and kiss someone. You’re beautiful.
Track Name: Only Me
Old bruises, bad news is
Imperfectly reused in a second life taught by second-hand thoughts to breathe when it's blown out.
I like him, don't fight him
When he speaks a piece of his mind, I give the devil his due, and if he gets through it's rude to push him out.

More than anything now, the lips I've kissed the lips you own, the lips I hate, I've memorized.

Turned to demons I can't shake. They burn. They keep me alive.

(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me

Heartacher, backbreaker. Insensitive curator. Practice smashing windows, breaking bones against the wall.

No feeling, soul stealing. If drowning slow's appealing, appreciate your motive's weight when there's nothing else to hold.

More than anything now, the lips I've kissed the lips you own, the lips I hate, I've memorized.

Turned to demons I can't shake. They burn. They keep me alive.

(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me

(Guess I'll be one more hero) (I guess I've guessed wrong)
Hold your breath, speak no more

(And you'll love only me)
She loves only me
Track Name: Monster (v. Plan B.)
I’m just so sick and tired of playing the game. Forever meting and deleting all the simple mistake. Here I am, god, help me I am slave to a name not possible or possibly the person that I’ll became. See, everybody’s borne in battles but I’m trying to breed out, by never doubting that in doubting I’ve created the doubt: if I’m about the best bred to lead the canon’ed devout then can I realize and factualize my fictional account of how I’m born again? Forgive this life loving friends and friends don’t give a damn for damning is the means to end. I’ve been trained to live lost in a hole, where poison could equate to control, is controlled by my hand, here it is, here I am.

Dn dah.

What we don’t know yet we’ll never find in our books. So let’s spread our legs and all take a look at truth for once where wants are wound by how we’re pound for pound bound to like to fuck. I believe in what the conscience has ruled: credulous a must, allow my heart be fooled. Just as well, I’ll be stuck to sell my delight in licking sweat to swallow hell, oh well. I’m born, again, I’ll build a life fucking friends and friends won’t give a fuck for fucking is the latest trend. I’ll give my statue a shell, trust my unconscious is well and controlled by my hand, here it is, here we am.

Dn dah.

Don’t pin me up. Don’t you know my cross you’ll never carry?

Don’t nail me up. Why don’t you buy my cross? You’ll never bear it.

When I’m the god of failure you’ll love me later, and heaven dissolves for me