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Zen Marino's self produced, debut EP. The cornerstone of noodle punk.

Kevin McCarthy - guitar/vocals
Chase Obrecht - guitar/vocals
Taylor Pace - bass
Michael Hagen - drums

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released March 1, 2016

Extra thanks to Brian Duffy for playing saxophone on Old Timers

Recorded by Mike Kotlaba and Kevin McCarthy
Mixed by Kevin McCarthy
Mastered by Mitchell Sexton (west3studios.wix.com/west3rdstudios)

Album Artwork by Taylor Pace, thanks to Mike Kotlaba for the sammy picture

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Zen Marino Elon, North Carolina

4 dudes cooking up some noodles.

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Track Name: At Midnight
I tend to think too much when I can't fall asleep
I know it's not good for me
Why do I change the way I feel every week
A long and boring story

It's been awhile since
You told me how you wish
Everything could have been
The truth comes out when you're drinking

Showed up late, knew something wasn't right
Just how you turned away you had a plan I could see it in your eyes
You went downstairs, I went outside
The clock strikes at midnight the next day was the worst of my life

It's been awhile since
I went without knowing
What happened when I left
I don't think I'm over it yet

Didn't mean to call you on it
And I know it's not your fault
But if we're being honest
I'd go back and never meet you at all
Track Name: Birdcage
Get up!
You know you can’t sleep here
what was in my cup last night the worst one of the year
I will walk three miles home
and try to remember how did all of this unfold

Piece by piece it all comes back to me
A faded memory
All my friends are telling different stories
Piece by piece it all comes back to me
A faded memory
Why do I keep doing this to myself?

Hey kid, you better stop running
empty out your pockets son and tell me where you’ve been
why does this keep happening to me
waking up with headaches and citations from police

Piece by piece it all comes back to me
A faded memory
All my friends are telling different stories
Piece by piece it all comes back to me
But it feels like a dream
Why do I keep doing this to myself?
Track Name: Cincinatty Ice
These delays keep me
In different states far away from where I wanna be
In a silver sedan by your side
Disregard my shaking hands I don't think i can speak my mind

I don’t believe in luck but i found a four leaf clover
And its giving me hope that soon i’ll make it home
I don’t believe in luck but we’re only getting older
So let’s swallow our pride plant this seed and hope it grows

This won’t
Won’t be
The last
Time that you will hear from me

I’m stuck in Cincinatti
Can’t wait til i get home
I think i’ll just start walking
Through pouring rain and freezing snow
Track Name: Old Timers
Remember my name
confuse me for someone else who doesn’t look the same
I can’t blame
you for the way, unexplained, memories decay

It’s just a matter of time before you lose control
succumb to what’s killing you and get lost in your own home
its just a matter of time before I’ll replay
over and over in my head the last words you say

You don’t choose
every day I feel like I’m starting to lose
something I can hold on to
don’t forget me, cuz I won’t forget you
Track Name: Virginia Salad
Time isn’t always kind to all of us
But I find when I need to rely its the one thing I can trust
I’m not ready to give up just yet
So just give me a moment so I can sleep on it

But what does it matter
I don’t give a fuck about what you think of me
I’ll send you a postcard
About my great fucking life when I’m ready

Trapped inside my mind
I try to calm the tide
Day by day
But the waves beat down on the walls

But I will win this game
However long it may take
I’m not giving up
Even if I break

I phase between time
I take it as a sign
Always reflecting
Always projecting

The past is in the past
The future has yet to pass
Why should I bet on either
When I should just let the present last

But what does it matter
I don’t give a fuck about the future or history
I’ll send you a postcard
About my great fucking life when I’m ready

We’re all so caught up in this game
and I’ll admit I’ve always been ashamed
That I can never win
So instead you can find me washed up somewhere on the tail end of a binge