Porch Cat​/​JFKFC Split

by Porch Cat

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All songs recorded at The Holly House by The Fairweather Family. Drums recorded at Make.Shift (shout out to Aaron Apple for the drums). Mastered by Alex Fairweather. Definitely take the time to listen on loud speakers or headphones!

JFKFC's awesome side of the split can be found here: jfkfcwa.bandcamp.com/album/porch-cat-jfkfc-split-e-p

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released February 14, 2014

Chan Benicki: Them writin' words, voice box, guitar strumming, singing saw, accordion pumping

Moonie the Micher: Guitar pluckin', electric guitar shredding, singin' and shoutin', bass thumpin', drum crashing, tambourine shakin', mandolin

Jordan Hamilton: Banjo pickings, bass, mouth harp

Naomi Gibson: Fiddlin' and singin'

Some secret vocals in Be Okay by Keenan Ketzner, secret meowing by Pewter and Dagwood, and secret tea making and ambient noises by the most-patient Kate and the City of Bellingham.

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Porch Cat Portland, Oregon

Chan. Mexican-American living in the Pacific Northwest. Educator and activist in the form of a musician, singer-songwriter, artist, and poet. Chronically ill cripple punk, unapologetically queer. Spreading awareness of invisible & chronic illness, disability, Narcolepsy+cataplexy, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (Hypermobile type), sexual assault survivors and PTSD, race & identity, and LGBTQ+ issues. ... more

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Track Name: Ballad for Winter
Am G C
Am F C G

I’ve been sitting in my bedroom
Sleeping for days, but my bed feels empty
I’m tired of keeping still,
If I don’t burn this down, who will?

My head’s aching all the time
I’ve been silent but my throat burns
Old man winter’s got me down
His hand on my throat and my back on the ground

Haven’t been eating much and haven’t been eating right
I’m awake in the morning ‘cause I can’t sleep at night
Addicted to the substance of delusion and distress
Addicted to the way my heart beats in my chest

The sound of hail has got me freezing
The charm of hell is not beyond reason
Drive across the state in snow
Aimless ‘til I find somewhere to go

Sometimes I want to scream
Until my throat is numb and I can’t breathe
Sometimes I want to run away
Find the desert, find the sun someday

Haven’t been eating much and haven’t been eating right
I’m awake in the morning ‘cause I can’t sleep at night
Addicted to the substance of delusion and distress
Addicted to the way my heart beats in my chest

Haven’t been eating much and haven’t been eating right
I’m awake in the morning ‘cause I can’t sleep at night
If freedom is the answer, then achieving it’s the test
Addicted to the way my heart beats in my chest
Track Name: Be Okay
A E D

I’m dropping out of school to find a job
And once I’ve saved enough, you know I’ll quit my job
I’m so tired I can hardly breathe
I’m counting down the days til I can leave

Out of here, out of here, out of here

I used to blame my parents for the ways in which I exist
But it’s not their fault how the world treats children who are mixed
And I swear people would listen to my songs
If I were a white boy acknowledging that I’m wrong
But I’m not
But I’m not
But I’m not

E F#m

I pray to god I’ll stop being such a fuck up
And I won’t have to smother my screams
I pray to god I’ll believe in something bigger
So I’ll stop dying in my dreams

And I’m waiting for the day that I’m declared insane
It’s every day that I’m in pain
It’s almost every day that I don’t want to stay
Well, I just want to hear that it’ll be okay

We’ll be okay, we’ll be okay, we’ll be okay
Track Name: Living Art
C Am F C G

I’m so tired
That I can’t sleep at night
For fear that I just might
Sleep forever
So tell me
That I am living art now
I’ve got a broken heart now
It’s a thing of beauty

F G Am
F G C G Am
F G C

I’ve seen these walls and these floors
I’ve been in this bathroom before
Maybe it will pass with the moon
And the ocean will come for me soon

I’m so hungry
But I’ve got no desire
I’ll light myself on fire
So I can see at night
I’m taking
All my coffee black
My tongue’s starting to lack
The means to taste the world

I’ve seen these walls and these floors
I’ve been in this bathroom before
Maybe it will pass with the moon
And the ocean will come for me soon

Maybe it will pass with the moon
And the ocean will come for me soon
Track Name: Belly Full of Fire
We spend too much time
Drinking too much wine
And we don’t remember the dreams we had
In the morning when we wake up

Self-deprecation isn’t revolution
And killing all cops isn’t a solution
writers keep writing, fighters keep fighting
Just make sure you listen


Maybe it’s the whiskey
Or I’ve got a belly full of fire
Can’t tell if it’s the peppers
Or I’m filled with desire

We’re stuck on our identities
thriving off making enemies
But what have we done to keep the world from killing
Our friends whose deaths suffer no visibility

And maybe we’ll find it
And maybe we’ll start it
But the trick is finding the voices
Who’ll make it through to the men who bring us our choices

And maybe we’ll find it
And maybe we’ll start it
And maybe we’ll stop paying our taxes
Just wait ‘til the white house collapses

And maybe we’ll feed it
And maybe we’ll grow it
With the soil we’ve got laying under the sidewalks
With the help from our friends with the dirty old school bus

And we’ll grow all we can
With the help of your hands
With a green thumb and a need
We’ll bring you every seed

We’ll give all we can
Take care of ourselves with our shaking hands
open up shelters and write songs of peace
We will make up our own rental leases