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battle of carthage

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where the power lines end 01:18
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i miss you guys 03:27
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Put me in a glass bottle, I'll look outside from it Put me in a glass bottle, I'll look outside from it I never wanted to leave, but I guess we had to split Put me in a glass bottle, I'll look outside from it I never wanted to leave, but I guess we had to split Every single pixel is filled with red, green, and blue I just hope that you know that I miss you too Put me in a glass bottle, I'll look outside from it I never wanted to leave, but I guess we had to split Every single pixel is filled with red, green, and blue I just hope that you know that I miss you too
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elliot 02:41
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Give it up for Elliot Our own resident punching bag He fits in a sack, yeah He doesn’t fight back, yeah I like when he screams (yeah) When he says we’re mean (yeah) A boxing machine We hit him where no one can see They say the kids these days Cant even tell the difference between right or wrong But when i see him all crumpled and bloody, yeah I think it’s perfectly clear which side i'm on Give it up for elliot Our own resident punching bag Give it up for elliot He’s the boy who wont have fun Does nothing much more than sprint and run But fate should lose to the boy who cries onto the sole of the other’s shoe It’s not obvious If you don’t talk to us Elliot
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amorous 03:33
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I’d like it For you to know So grab my hand And take it slow The weeds grow fonder Every day Bristled and naked Where you lay So lift me up To the sky that’s drummin Louder than your heart And everything with it I am Inanimate Amorous But poorly dressed So tell me what the point is The years grow colder Without you here The sun ices over For you my dear
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silver spoon 02:43
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you say i married for your money, well i earned every dime the difference between you and me is that i’ll always serve my time, i married for your money, and damn, can you get those women cheap but you and i aren’t too different, love, except that you choose where you sleep don’t you know we’re all buried in the same dirt? the same chemical composition we’ll rot in together. don’t you know we’ll both be buried in the same dirt? both our bodies married, buried 6ft under our old town if i kill you for your name, i can seal up your tomb, and you’ll rot while i heat my heroin on your silver spoon don’t you know we’re all buried in the same dirt? the same chemical composition we’ll rot in together don’t you know we’ll both burn in the same hell? baby, when we both burn, our flesh makes the same smell
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ballad of a lonely housewife 03:53
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They say behind every great man His wife stays, encased, in a glass jar, so still, Cooks his dinner and quilts She becomes the soil he blooms from Wonders why he left her out in the cold, Once she starts growing old They say its a fact, why you stand where you stand, 6 feet below, waiting for a strong hand To take pity I’ll be faithful, codependent and Honest, modest, just like my daddy taught me, How a woman should be Dainty, pretty, speaks when spoken to Laughs when all your college friends make a pass, Stares outside of the glass They say that you need him to drag you out of the dirt, But haven’t you wondered who put you there first? They’ll say it’s such a pity, and oh what a waste A nice girl like you who just doesn’t know her place What a shame I’ll be your token gun I’ll take the fall and watch you run Sacrifice every thing and one For you, my man, i’ll always love
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my friend who became a white stargazer lily 06:33
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How long has it been since you’ve showered yourself in the blue light of the moon? Wrapped like a blanket in your parent’s backyard, With fuckall to say or do? Surrounded by corn fields, some weeds by your backpack, And pebbles inside your shoes? And if this is where you belong now, i get it, I’ll write, and i’ll say something cool Only if im allowed will i visit, expected, So your parents dont shoot me for trespassing And on days that are sunny, I’ll bring you some water, And talk like you’re still here, you never left Not that you'd have ears but i once read a study That plants can have feelings too… And for you i have enough of that For you, i’d lay it all down Pack it in and tend to it So carefully, so that maybe Those roots will reach you Lay your fate right down in front of me Let it hang, collect your change, And turn yourself inside out You smile up and ask me, You ask me what the time is Does it exist there, and do you feel it? I wont know that until i join you... But that’s not enough to kill me, No that’s not what i’d have wanted I bleed so i can feel you Holding me up, and i should have asked you What your favorite color was What your favorite song was
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summit 04:41
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It’s lonely at the top of the mountain Patients wandering around in circles, In melting hospital gowns The snow caps are melting right into our mouths Give or take 500 years, until our summits collide My friend, i’ll be right here I’m only 8, But it’s too late To find a job In my withered state And to be free, What does that have to do with me? The ravens won, It’s ten to none A blade of grass Against the sun Lobotomize me now, Lobotomize me now Tell our mother that i’m sorry, I’m not much use inside this body Heavy avalanches of white smoke For our dearly departed Frying in our lungs, The casualties won’t be enough I say it’s true And like the dogs we left alone, We’ll all die in the summer cold

about

Battle of Carthage as a concept album is about my personal experiences living in a New York village as a fourteen-year-old still sorting out their identity and sense of belonging. It is aptly titled, as I went through many different battles during my time in Carthage—I battled with my sexuality, my gender, my sleep paralysis, my mental illness, and with multiple outside factors. I made friends with the squirrels in my backyard, a seemingly endless forest, serenading them with my guitar and training them to eat out of my hand. I would later stomp through the darkness in the middle of the night, throw a bouquet I had received from my first girlfriend into that void, and scream until I blacked out in those woods. I laid in the ever-deep snow among the trees and wondered what it would feel like to freeze to death. All it takes is 15 minutes out there to lose your ears to frostbite, I had been warned before. And all it took was two years in that village for me to lose something precious within me, too. Not my heart, but my guts, maybe. Maybe it was the little girl who I allowed to surface every once in a while. I still wonder to myself— is she dead, or just wounded?
I left wishing I would never have to look at snow ever again in my entire life. The last time I ever saw my middle school, I proudly flipped it off as my parents drove by it, never to be seen again. Carthage is where my strange dreams and sleep paralysis went into overdrive. I lived in a house that felt haunted. Water would pour from the kitchen lights at random. Dead bugs seemed to materialize everywhere. Things creaked and fell in the night. Carthage is also where I met my first recurring sleep paralysis monster. She told me that her name is Dreamweaver. I used to wake up to her choking me.
My body, too, felt like a house that was haunted. Strangers invaded its open doors and ghosts tried and failed to drive them out once they were inside. Being fourteen was tough. But I’ve come to learn that I am tougher.
This album has developed, for me, at least, a spirit of healing and reclamation. I find it funny that I decided to use creativity as a mode for healing and storytelling about a place that feels so cursed. Dreamweaver once told me in a dream that she creates every single dream I have ever had. That every time I use a dream as inspiration in my creative endeavors (which is more often than not), it is her I am using as a source of inspiration.
So, then, she must be the creative force inside me. I collaborated with her to do my part with this album. Maybe she was the wounded little girl all along. Or maybe she’s the villain within me, the id fighting my superego. Maybe she’s both, a child throwing a tantrum.
Either way, I think we created a kickass album together.
-Jamie Petrie

credits

released November 11, 2022

ashley nova- vocals (3,4,6,7,8), backup vocals (5), bass, guitar, piano, dulcimer(7), wurlitzer piano(6), illiteracy
isabella petrie- vocals(1,5), guitar, bass, arguing (5)
haleigh bird- drums, backup vocals (3,5,8),vibes (8), arguing (5)
laura steadman- backup vocals (4,6,7)
boxface-radio announcer voice (1)
we miss you’s(1)- leah walper, juicebox of paradise, mj rodriguez, sofia, f.ffrench, haleigh bird, ashley nova, isabella petrie

songs 1,3,4,6,7,8 written by ashley nova
songs 2, 5 written by isabella petrie

tracks 2-8 recorded at Far and Away Studios
track 1 recorded in ash’s bedroom

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