Creepy Skree EP

by Ross Brunetti

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released October 15, 2010

Andrew Brinkman - vocals, "Skree" chorus
Ryan Huntley - guitar
Ross Brunetti - vocals, keyboards, guitar

album art by Byron Gray (byronpaulgray.com)

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Track Name: Skree
We should have cut you down
when you grew into the power lines
When I think about my sleepless nights, terrified,
hiding underneath my sheets
We should have chopped you up and
burned you during winter months
When the nights turn colder my mother holds herself
just to stop her speaking teeth
I know it's just a tree
I know that this is just a dream
But I can't wake up, I can't wake up
Then I awake covered in leaves
With a bleeding face, a sweat-soaked pillow case
Then I tell my mom who seems too calm
and tells me my lies are just a waste of time

But it's real, it's real, it's real
It's all too real
It's real, it's real, it's real
It's all too real
It's me, it's me, it's me
He wants to eat
The tree, the tree, the tree
The tree named Skree

Skree, Skree...

I should have cut you down
when you started making sounds
And your branches danced a crooked dance
As you broke in through the window pane
I should have screamed for help,
"The evil tree has come from hell!"
But you pulled me down under the ground
If this were only just a dream

But it's real, it's real, it's real
It's all too real
It's real, it's real, it's real
It's all too real
It's me, it's me, it's me
He wants to eat
The tree, the tree, the tree
The tree named Skree

Skree, Skree...

In the dirt I'm shaking hands with roots
Under the moon, waiting for you
I am Skree
Track Name: Orange Army
October is almost over,
but the pumpkins are still growin’
All around the pumpkin patch,
But something spooky is about to happen
Enter Jack, a nine-year-old
Huntin’ for a pumpkin he can carve and mold
Into something quite scary,
something very very eerie
A devilishly ghoulish face that’s ominously grinnin’

Beware of attack upon entering the patch
The pumpkins have mutated and
they aren’t takin’ any crap
From these humans,
who have ruined their utopian society
Now everyone is doomed, yeah!
Beware of attack upon entering the patch
The pumpkins are in control and
have their sights set on Jack
The oppression is ending, the orange army is amassing
This massacre begins, but the murder’s everlasting

Panic-stricken, Jack is wishin’
He was home in bed just thinkin’
Now the moon is overhead
Now too soon Jack will be dead
In unison, the pumpkins sing
A ghoulish song of violent things
Of scalping, carving, scooping, consuming
All together the army sings:

We are the pumpkins of the patch
We are the pumpkins round and fat
We have come to scoop your brains
It’s your turn to feel our pain

You can run, you can hide, you will still be destroyed
We will slice through your skull you fat little boy
Scoop out your brains and carve out your eyes
A jagged little grin and a candle inside

No longer pumpkin pie to you
No longer pumpkin pie to you
No longer pumpkin pie to you
No longer pumpkin pie to you
Now you are the jack-o-lantern
Now you are the jack-o-lantern
Now you are the jack-o-lantern
Now you are the jack-o-lantern
Track Name: Evil Spirits
In the tree house, we look out past sundown
at the church—
the one that creaks and overlooks the town—
and its inhabitants
Our lack of evidence has led us to believe
that what we see is something sinister and so awful underneath our tree
Its branches—the ones that dance with the creepy streetlight shadows—scratch and scrape the attic
Then Matt goes to the ladder, he climbs down and within seconds scatters,
leaving Ryan and me crying in the tree
like a bunch of baby girls running fevers
Beneath this tree the leaves deceive us
Believe us though, they are evil spirits

After the incident in the tree where we were in,
the ghosts below persist their insolence
I think, “This is it,” and start to reminisce
My memories, however, provide minor bliss
I remember when this only happened in the books
I used to read as a child
I would smile when the bad guys won,
but now it seems so out of style,
out of touch, so through and such,
a bit too much, I can attest
But these overdressed, unwelcomed guests
are subject to death or arrest
Just like the accident—the one that happened
in the Hudson Valley in the sun just after midday
The car was split and splayed across
The bloodstains stained the interstate

On Halloween, they are unseen...
Track Name: Last Halloween [feat. ()raider]
Halloween Schmalloween
I think I’m too old for Halloween
It’s obscene to trick or treat
When you’re almost 23
I’ll mature, what a chore
I wish I was still TPing trees
All alone, all unknown
October without Halloween

Goodbye, old friend
This is the end, I’m out of touch
I’m not a man, I have no plan
So I’ll grow up

The only time I’ll ever cover myself with a sheet is if
I’m cold in my bed
The only time I’ll ever wrap myself in toilet paper is if
I’m drunk in the bathroom
The only time I’ll ever paint my face again is if I’m
Painting a self-portrait
So I declare, this is it
This is my last Halloween
So I declare, this is it
This is my last Halloween

Halloween Schmalloween
I think I’m all done with Halloween
Who’s gonna miss eating candy
Until you start turning green?
I’m not gonna dress up just to fit into
Somebody’s scene
Nowadays it seems like a bad joke
If you know what I mean
I’ve seen it cancelled due to rain and snow
I’ve seen a nurse raping a superhero
I’ve seen a billion different things that can glow
I’ve even taken a drive down Cossart Road
And I know what they say
But this had to stop being fun someday

Goodbye, old friend
This is the end, I’m out of touch
I’m not a man, I have no plan
So I’ll grow up

The only time I’ll ever cover myself with a sheet is if
I’m cold in my bed
The only time I’ll ever wrap myself in toilet paper is if
I’m drunk in the bathroom
The only time I’ll ever paint my face again is if I’m
Painting a self-portrait
So I declare, this is it
This is my last Halloween
So I declare, this is it
This is my last Halloween
So I declare, this is it
This is my last Halloween
So I declare, this is it
This is my last Halloween