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ice age records number five

Two midwest punk powerhouses come together for a two song split to end all splits. Cougar Den, stumbling in from Milwaukee, Wisconsin play epic screamo-influenced hardcore, with long songs and tripled-up vocal attacks. Cloud Mouth, from Chicago, IL, wake up just in time to play this song and will desperately yell at you while trying to figure out what they're supposed to be playing right now, but you don't even care; you just want to dance. Limited run of 111 Cassettes for their August Midwest/East Coast tour. Then pressed on vinyl in three separate colors in a run of 300 7"s.

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released November 13, 2009

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Track Name: Cloud Mouth - Flex Yr. Head
if you would just shut your mouth then you could flex your head but if you can't move your heart then i guess that would make you dead why won't you get it in your head you've got to flex your head your neck is choking you're going to lose your breath you can't just move yourself right out of the country if you want to get away why can't you get it in your head you've got to flex your head your neck is choking you're going to lose your breath you're going to lose it you can't just move yourself right out of the country if you want to get away you spent your life as you tendered your garden you wrote me off and your selling was perfect i walked between those lines like the rows in your garden and when you wrote me off i hoe it was worth it if you would just shut your mouth then you could flex your head but if i can't move your heart then that must make you dead
Track Name: Cougar Den - Whatever Happened to the Home Phone?
forget the way we used to laugh and singe our clothes on the outskirts of a town we would barely know when your head used to fill right u with all those anxieties that made you realize the world was aart from us and you could really touch the lies in time as they rew more concrete from a scoe so defined by teenage angst and an escape which only led more of a need to escape i come home to a barely lit room but the whiteness is still painful my eyes are dry and my head is clear but when i'm here i know i've misplaced myself somewhere along the road because i search for words and i search for actions that can pass the time that has no meaning everything just copies itself and the echoes seem to escape far better than i can so i hold my head against the window pane and the sky looks as though it could come right down but i'd have to wait until this glass melts away and the sun breaks apart without any sound and these drugs and drinks they're just catalysts to speed up the time until one day i know its limit and wishing i could turn back this is when i'll break apart without any sound