...vs the end of the evening

...vs the end of the evening artwork for this release

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DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE THE FUTURE IS A BRICK WALL AND THE PAST IS A HYDRAULIC PRESS FORCING INTO IT? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE THIS SPACE OF THE PRESENT WHICH WE INHABIT IS GETTING SMALLER EVERY DAY? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU'VE ARRIVED LATE TO THE PARTY AND THE NEIGHBOURS ARE ALREADY IN THE DOORWAY TELLING THE HOST TO QUIET DOWN? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE ANY ATTEMPT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S HAPPENING LEAVES YOU MORE BROKEN AND SCARED THAN BEFORE? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU'RE IN AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE INFRASTRUCTURE OF THE WORLD YOU INHABIT? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE GIVING UP YOUR BELIEFS JUST TO BE HAPPY EVEN IF YOU KNOW YOU WOULDN'T BE HAPPY GIVING UP YOUR BELIEFS? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE JUST PLAYING PRETEND AT EXISTENCE ITSELF? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE WE'VE ALL LOST SO MUCH ALREADY THAT THERE'S NO WAY FOR ANYONE TO WIN FROM HERE? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU SHOULD BE ENJOYING ALL THIS MORE THAN YOU ARE? DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOUR LIFE WAS SUPPOSED TO MEAN SOMETHING?

music isn't the answer because there is no answer because the questions are a gesture more than anything. this ep is just something to listen to while you work up the courage to ask that friend you have a crush on if they want to kiss.

released December 22, 2024 7HDI is....
yr girl, yvette (xe/she): acoustic, vox, drum programming, bass, melodica, ukulele, lyrics, audio engineering, mixing, modelling
rowan delenda est (they): violin, electric, addtl audio engineering
milo (it/they/she): addtl drum programming, bruises
annie (she): mastering

as well as...
my mom (she): addtl vocals
hartley (they/he): addtl vocals
noia (she/they): addtl audio engineering
rowan fruitpastel (he/they): addtl bruises
luci (she/they): photography
the reanimated corpse of mark e smith (he): bongos

special thanks to elina, who has waited a hell of a long time for this

vs the end of the evening

everybody's moving home
the rent's too high
the jobs are all part time
and everybody's moving home
nobody drives
nobody has car
so everybody's moving home
their parents drive
they take the boxes all back home
so everybody takes the train to see their friends
except they don't cause they're broke
and they're moving home
it's not ideal
but it's a chance to sort things out
alone at home
where time just stops
except it doesn't
it's just harder to tell at home
maybe it's changed
maybe it doesn't feel like home
but everybody calls it that
staring into space
waiting for the end of the show
everybody's going home
before the subway's closed
we all have work tomorrow
so we're going home
no one more song
no one more drink
no afterparty
back at home
just a bed
and a sunlamp
which will help us feel awake
tomorrow morning
we really shouldn't stay out this late
so let's go home
you know
there's always another night like this
which we can also miss
cause there's always another night like this
so let's go home
listening to the music we've liked since we were teenagers
instead of standing here
staring at our phones
waiting for the end of the show
sometimes i feel like i'm dying
sometimes i feel like i've already died
it's us against the end of the evening
trying to find a way to know that we're still alive
not just waiting to go home
not just waiting for the end of the show
i’m not just waiting for the end of the show
i’m not just waiting for the end of the show

self harm saves lives

moment’s peace alone
you gotta be your own best friend
you've tried to talk to doctors
but you can’t get medicine
cause when you speak they don’t listen
when you don’t they don’t care
so you put on your headphones
pick a spot out the window and stare
violent thoughts keep intruding
and breathing doesn’t help
you’re too scared to leave
too self conscious to reach out
the signs on the subway
tell you this is all okay
as if you’re not hearing static
voices edging in so you just pray
no one answers
album comes to a close
you’ve been dropped in this body
and you’re not alone
your reflection isn’t you
your thoughts circle and break
but i know how to make it stop
and it starts with a blade
self harm saves lives
grab a razor
get some antiseptic wipes
pick a nice spot
and try to avoid a vein
keep your eyes open then
breath aim slack squeeze
bask in the pain
cause self harm saves lives
bodily autonomy
is our fucking right
so be proud
of all the art you make
and know
no one can take your scars away
self harm saves lives

glasgow winter sadness medley

november comes and goes
freezing whatever's left of hope
off the people walking
down these filthy city streets
we tumble into christmastime
bewildered by these flashing lights
the preachers block the pavement
the rangers fans scream slurs or something
glasgow i love you but you need to be nicer to me
i get a text from a friend
who i think needs help
but i don’t have the context
to work out how
i’d draw some kind of diagram
to show how we all connect
all the beds i’ve slept in
all the metamours i’ve never met
glasgow i love you but there’s too much you haven’t told me yet
our parents in their twenties
started families and careers and shit
but we need something different
cause none of us are having kids
hunkered down in our flats
half my friends budget hard to get a cat
i’d say i’d be happy with that but
i don’t know if it’s enough
glasgow i love you but sometimes you make it pretty tough
everyone’s overworked and underemployed
all our free time slips into the void
which lies in the space between obligations and sleep
when i tell you i love you i’m not sure you know what i mean
[flute solo]
it’s not safety
it's not passion
it's not fanciful
irrational
it's not uncompromising
and it's not a compromise
it's not really a promise
it's not worry
it's not selfish
it's not inexplicable
but it needs a better lyricist than i
december comes, it always does
we grimace as we wrap our bruises up
cold air and worn fabric press into my cuts
i walk down paisley road west
count the paces till i'm with my friends
shrug off being hatecrimed by someone in a car
i see it in your potholes
i feel it as the subway shakes
i hear it from my tenement
this ever present rain
even while the skies are blue i know there's something bothering you
and i know you'll let it out on me
glasgow i love you
please don't change a thing

bakunin in govan

i stick to my books
more than i stick to my guts
sometimes i feel torn apart
more than i've already cut myself up
my friends stick together
so i try to stick to my friends
cause god i'd like to think
that i can build a future with them
i talk to my mother
she seems kinda depressed
i think i would be too if i weren’t surrounded by polyamorous lesbians
she tells me it’s all shit
but that things can change
the only bit where we disagree
is on what’s the right way
i grew up on folk punk
and coalition government
obama era comedy
revisionist musical histories
i’ve talked to a lot of people
who talk more than they do
but i’d rather put on a show
than hop onto discord and argue
if leninism works then let's move to the soviet union
and if democratic socialism works then why don't we join Labour
and if someone wants to send me a bandcamp message about how gorbachev and starmer fucked it up
be my guest
but i guess i think our politics should be resilient
and politics is never resilient
so the only option left that i can see is
to smash this political machinery
it’s anarchy

...vs the end of the evening

vs the end of the evening

self harm saves lives

glasgow winter sadness medley

bakunin in govan

self harm saves lives (H's version) [bonus]