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Street Sweeping

by Healers

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1.
outside 02:40
I see you walking down the road I watch you bury what you own and I want to shield my eyes I want to leave outside I see you walking down the road And if you'd like you can run but you will lead us on a hunt where all roads don't lead to home they leave you all alone and if you'd like you can run Those men don't work for you They work for what you do I see you walking down the road
2.
I want to turn back the clock for you I want to bury all the thing I put you through but I can't hide the truth Burning bridges is our favorite past time In the city built on moving ground The two of us we are a dead end street I always knew I had to turn around Dirty lace in your pick up truck the silver lining on your pewter cup is getting old my venoms moving slow Burning bridges is our favorite past time In the city built on moving ground The two of us we are a dead end street I always knew I had to turn around
3.
p.s. 01:25
I heard a dead sound, living in a junk treasury I felt a dull ache, stumbling back a century Its you, Its better than you I burn my lungs down, to make them look like the air I breathe I thin my blood out, to make room for what is killing me
4.
maker 02:27
I wanna turn, i wanna turn around and walk away I want to dig a hole and bury you deeper than the setting sun I wanna run, I wanna run away I want cut your seed out of my blood and siphon you out of my veins ghost of my maker, leave me alone my spirit cannot be your home your crooked hands laid out the path you set me on. they are a vision of a vision of a vision of a broken man ghost of my maker, leave me alone my spirit cannot be your home
5.
living wake 03:20
death waits in the living rooms you walk white walls for the living wake you caused I'd wait for hours to stray, I hate the sight of this faith I wan't to bury my own so I can rest in their place death waits in the living rooms you walk white walls for the living wake you caused Here where the light never stays, I watch the lines take their place I want to bury my own so life can end with some grace
6.
Don't look to the full moon bury it in the dirt thank the graceless hands of non-existent gods it is gone and hide like a rat each time it returns stop playing dead with yourself and tracing your right arm four and four, by and by, four and four

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"Healers have been charming the SF Bay Area with mostly the same set of songs since 2012. It doesn't fit into any particular box. The sound blends fuzzed-out trebly synth, rumbly bass melodies, and heavy but precise post-punk beats. Every time, the songs crack open my goddamn heart with just the right combinations of punk grit, melody, dancey momentum, and vulnerability. I wouldn't complain if they just kept doing the same thing forever. This band pierces the hard shell of self-consciousnesses off all the secretly-squishy punks who look like they know how to look, and know how to sound like they are holding it all together. HEALERS remind us that it's OK to be in pain. This new set of six songs takes the same sound to a slightly more complex place without disturbing the balance of toughness and emotion. The band's bassist, Milla, sings more on this recording than previous releases which is exciting and adds a lot to the mix. Can't recommend this enough."

-Heather Blotto, Maximum Rock n' Roll Magazine

"I love healing. I hate street sweepers. I wonder what Street Sweeping means for them. Is it a metaphor? A reference to an experience? Street sweepers are great in theory, cleaning off the shit of civilization for the greater good of everyone, but are used to siphon money more than practicing community upkeep. The sound of this tape embodies complexity, the feeling at the intersection of intention and reality. Wrapped up in black artwork of flowers and a snake, distorted synth à la The Screamers with mismatched vocal harmonies, simple disco beats, and floor tom-heavy drums make it sound familiar in a decade-spanning kind of way, but still distinctly of the current punk scene. Songs are short and smart. No surprise this band started in Olympia and moved to Oakland; the sound is totally reflective of that gritty-yet-poetic feel both cities have come to be associated with. Highly recommend.

–Candace Hansen, Razorcake Magazine

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released March 17, 2018

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Healers Oakland, California

Healers is a Post-Punk band from Oakland, CA comprised of Mikey Meadows, Gloria Ines and Neko Wortham.

High Tide is out now!

ps its healers not "the healers"

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