Life.

It can be simultaneously glorious and frustrating. Things have been great for us recording and we're all really happy, but at the same time we're annoyed, tired and sometimes filled with doubt regarding this project.

Our non-band lives and personas have blocked our band lives, for the mean time at least. Many, seemingly more important things like study, jobs and families have ultimately all taken priority at a time when we were being carried forward by the momentum of our recording.

What this means, is that The Week That Was won't be released until January & furthermore, we won't be touring until then either. But this also means we (or more specifically myself and the lads at Oh, Silence) won't be so stressed out getting everything ready. We have more time to make it a better experience for ourselves and the people who will see us/hear our material.

Now, we will be filling in this time with shows, which we will announce soon, provided booking agents can remember how entertaining we were all those months ago.

- Jason

I've really let myself go.

Hey there people, I thought I should finally get this old blog out again to give you a more detailed update of how everything has been. As you are aware, we have been recording our first full length since June, and boy has it been a learning experience/roller-coaster ride and a half already.

Dylan recorded his drums in 2 days with conjunctivitis. I spent three weekends being hungover making way too much feedback in someone elses house. Chelsea spent 5 hours recording her parts, nailing most of them on the first attempt. Fitzy is screaming his hole out and making the interface clip at low volume settings. For the most part it has been fairly smooth sailing.

I think the majority of issues has come from my own over-analysis of everything around me. I tend to stress when I do this and never see clearly when it happens, which then causes the issue. Michael and Daniel have done a good job of keeping me composed enough to get the job done. Being a micro manager is rarely a good thing for everyone involved.

Since we began, we have decided to change the name of the album. It is now titled "The Week That Was". This was changed for a number of reasons, but my main reason for the change was that I no longer wanted this album to written out of spite. Despite saying that, it does make a brief appearance.

So now, I present the track list for "The Week That Was"

1. The Annual Reminder

2. A Toast

3. On The Cusp

4. 47°

5. Introjection

6. Your Jacket Pocket

7. Backdating Karma

8. Recreational Gaslighting

9. Hunting The Great White

10. She Found God In Loneliness

We have been filming the majority of the recording session and have been throwing them up on our youtube channel, youtube.com/batsandbattleships. Hopefully you will hear a full track before release.

In regards to shows, we have one booked on August 6th at Hamilton Station, with a couple of others before we have our release show and subsequent run of shows in Sydney, Canberra and Melbourne, so keep your eyes/ears peeled and help spread the word! Hope to fill your life with inane ramblings again soon!

- Jason.

Moar Words!

I'm No Frost, But...

Stop, I don't know where that cock has been

I don't think it's fair on you

I don't think it's fair on me

I don't think it's fair on

Lift, your hands off my chest

I can't go down this path again

I won't spend this night, with you

I've been down this road

More times than I can recall

Please, promise me that mark is a bruise, from a fall

And not

From the teeth of a child I abhor

Please, don't bite my neck too hard

I gotta go play his girl

You know I can't always be yours

I've been down this road

Too many times to recall

I've been down this path less traveled

More times than I can recall

Zenith, three times.

I began to walk down the road of bills and marks

With the same fear and determination as the soldiers we drank to that day

The only single thought in my head being the taste of your forehead from the hour before

My feet sweeping up the leaves into their own spandau ballet

Now, 1255 days on I find myself walking down that same road

No bills, no marks

The autumn leaves replaced with a cold winter wind

The taste of your forehead replaced with flesh etchings of question marks

It doesn't look the same

But it certainly fucking feels it.

I've been down this road before.

A Toast

So, here we are

The five of us

The anniversary

Of self fed misery

A toast,

To soiled bedsheets

And soiled friendships

A toast, to you

Me, them, us

And all that we have shared

God, I'm horrible

Despicable

But if I didn't have a finger to point

Or a tongue to fork

Tell me, would I be,

Inadmissible?

Was it worth it

Was my finger just long enough?

Was my tongue lace with gold?

A metallic tang on your pierced lip

A toast,

To the copious times I've put wedges in my door

And how I always seem to let you bite my ear

And make it all go away

Look at this Rorschach

Tell me what you see?

I see body parts

Fragmented and joined in two

Look at this Rorschach

Tell me, what do you see

So, I'll raise your glass

Go hunt mother

Redeem yourself beyond blue lens

Then I'll say to you

Go find the one

You're never gonna find it

Here again

Words

I don't like words. I'm never good with them. They always seem to tangle up on my head, only to worsen as they try and come off the tongue. It feels similar in the context of writing for this band. The connection between my brain and my hand, to the pen and the paper feels like a journey all of its own, not in the epic sense either. It just strains me in many ways.

It's because of this I have felt almost ashamed of having typed up lyrics of my songs. They are jagged, rough melodies that don't translate well on paper, making the words seem even more ridiculous when they are only read, not heard. Still, I have been asked by a few and on more than one occasion to put some up. Who am I to deny?

47°

Glisten,

The sweat on your thigh

It brings me back

Primal,

This heat can't keep me away

A leg parts,

Off to the side

It forces me

Reach out.

This heat

Reels me in.

It reels, me in.

Calloused onto, smooth

Bumps on the thigh

A whimpered call

A deep let sigh

Picked up, thrown down

Saw raw, so real (*sup Buckley?)

French lace, the finest of shackles

Tie me up and keep me here

We lose all of ourselves

We sweat pure instinct

Lucid

Nothing underarm**

*Not actual lyrics

**Recently adapted, so much so Fitzy doesn't know yet.

Hunting The Great White

There's nothing more in sight

There's nothing more I can see

Even the dreams I had when I

Knew not of this beast

There's nothing more in sight

There's nothing more I can see

Only the fire in your eyes

And my future drowned at sea

I have navigated this sinking ship

Across the globe

For the fourth time now

Each time around, I've battled you

Sometimes, being, victorious

But this time, I've waited

And prepared myself

Going to encounter you

One last time.

Baiting you

With precious words

And feelings of security

Wearing you down

Drawing me

In closer

It lends itself

To launching the

Harpoons

It sticks in your neck

Masked as a passionate kiss

Throw across the net

Disguising itself as a warm embrace

Covering your whole, body

Squeezing out the life through your chest

But then it pulls away

Flailing violently

Across the ocean

Ripping me clean off my ship

Seeing it sink behind me

Holding on for dear life

As it pulls me into the deep

I'll throw a couple more songs up soon.

- J

Night Zero.

This is not me burning bridges.

This is me destroying entire cities full of men, women and children who all share your face.

This is me tearing through blazing buildings with my bare hands and chewing through ash scarred mortar to find every last memory of you.

This is me destroying my future.

This is me destroying my dreams

Word by word, brick by brick,

This is me destroying everything I loved.

This is me not getting what I want.

This is me not getting getting what I worked for.

This is me not getting what I deserve.

All this is you.

Getting what you deserve.

Dusty

Hey everyone,

We've been busy playing some shows around Newcastle and making our final preparations before we get stuck into recording. We still have 6 weeks or so before we commence, which gives us enough time to finish off the tracks we haven't done yet and get all our ducks in a row.

We have enough time to get in one more show before I head off with one of my other bands to play some shows along the east coast, with possibly one more after that. The first will be on the 24th at the Hamilton Station hotel, at around 9pm. We're going to try and fit in as much as we can material wise, so we'd love to see as many people there as possible. Tell your friends! bring your puppy!

For now I'll leave it at this, but I have some posts coming up very soon which I need to work on a bit more. Keep your eyes peeled.

-Jason.

Hunting The Great White

A little clip from our new track "Hunting The Great White" which we'll be playing at the Cambridge this Wednesday, the 30th of March.

Hunting The Great White (CLIP) by batsandbattleships