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badly recorded pop tunes about gender

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released September 19, 2015

Kermes is:
ERT // DC // JD // TT

songs by ERT
performed by Kermes
cover shot by Emma Wilkins

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Kermes Leicester, UK

Trashgaze, or screampop, depending on the light. Yr mum would love us.

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Track Name: Like A Sister
now i'm telling you it’s you. they never let you go inside. a sacrament you couldn’t fight - the body always holds the mind. and now i’m giving up to you. ask me “how’re you gonna pay?”. ask me what he won’t let me say. terrified at the idea of pain. every little mistake. jacked up on caffeine. and figuring you’d have to tell ‘em anyway. how do i tell you i want none of this? take it back, you can keep it. treat me like a sister, hold promises with ya. tell you i miss her, tell me yr bitter. like street lamps we blink our nights away, and we’re all yelling at the proof. how? like two lovers in the sweep of things, passing up yr belligerent sins. i can only hope the bad guys win, because who? who is gonna take their place? you wanna think it’s all good grace? yr stasis just rewards the wait. who am i to tell you this now? spine-snapping high horse. leaving you just to prove that i had no doubts. how do i tell you i want none of this? take it back, they can keep it. treat me like a sister, hold promises with ya. tell you i miss her, tell me yr bitter. like streetlamps we blink our nights away, and we’re all yelling at the proof. question every little mistake. jacked up on caffeine. and figuring you’d have to tell ‘em anyway. pink tint yr instinct. tired of waiting, tired of the days. jacked up on caffeine. like street lamps we blink our nights away.
Track Name: Good English Marriages
i am holding up traffic in a gaussian haze. we are waiting at the roadblock with the names our mothers gave us. it’s all too real now. go back to yr hideaway. i can tell that you are tired. let my eyesight be the guide from far away. and i’m sorry that i don’t call. we’re all in our marriages, we’re all in our marriages. and i guess i don’t invite you at all. we’re safe in our marriages, our good english marriages. we’re got millionaires, and we’ve got billionaires. we’re all so fucking happy now. we’re finally made. the stars our enemies, we’re holding onto images. we’re holding onto little things, and slipping away. it’s all too real now. and it’s rushing on fast. dredge the depths of yr inheritance, plumb what made yr love ambivalent, and throw it away! and i’m sorry that i don’t call. we’re all in our marriages, we’re all in our marriages. and i guess i don’t invite you at all. we’re safe in our marriages, our good english marriages.