The Past Will Last Forever

by Occurrence

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3.
A Bruised Ivy Grad
4.
Pablo the Stalker
5.
Ghost Free Home
6.
7.
The Sadness Sure Gets Me
8.
The Right to be Forgotten
9.
The Long Rehearsal
10.
I Like You More When You're Stoned

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releases October 7, 2016

Produced by Ken Urban
Mixed by Matt Boynton at The Magic Shop, NYC,
Mastered by Jessica Thompson at Coast Mastering, Berkeley, CA
Album design and images by The Dan Pecci Company
All songs published by ASCAP
"If Gregg Araki were to direct a lost John Hughes script about sullen teenagers and hired Matmos to create a new wave-inspired score, the result would probably sound a lot like The Past Will Last Forever." – Michael Tedder

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Occurrence New York, New York

Sadness happens. Noise ensues. Ken Urban and Cat Hollyer.

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Track Name: The Things I've Always Liked I Now Hate
This life that we’re portraying feels vacant
I could make it or not
This home we’ve created, it’s breaking
I could make it or not

The feeling has faded, you’re jaded
I could make it or not
The way I’m afraid you’ll berate me
I could make it or not

The dog you have trained won’t obey me
I could make it or not
The debt you won’t pay is inflating
I could make it or not

The way we debate is frustrating
I could make it or not
The way you’re home late is degrading
I could make it or not

This love that we’re making feels hateful
I could make it or not
These vows that we’ve taken, mistaken
I could make it or not

The way you won’t say it (I could make it)
The way you won’t say it (I could make it) 
But maybe you’ll say it (I could make it)
Or not
Or not
Or not
Or not
Or not
Or not
Track Name: My Days and Nights Belong to You
While walking through the ossuary
I think I maybe saw you there.
Your bones entangled with another’s.
All I could do was stand and stare.
I give it all to you, my darling.
You never really seem to care.
 
My days and nights belong to you now;
your nothingness belongs to me.
My muscle must dissolve completely
before your love comes willingly.
No pleasures of the flesh for you, dear.
Just ashes for eternity.
 
You name the time and I will find you.
You’ll bring my marrow to a boil,
douse me in gasoline and light me,
then you’ll return me to the soil.
No longer burdened by my body,
my soul will finally uncoil.
 
My days and nights belong to you.
My days and nights belong to you.
My days and nights belong to you.
You will dissolve me, through and through.
My days and nights belong to you.
Track Name: Skin for the Win
Though I’m robot through and through,
I’ve got feelings just like you.
Spend my workday building cars,
Now I want to hit the bars.
Drink a beer like normal guys…
bacon burger, curly fries.
 
I’m comprised of gears and screws,
with no opening for booze.
Metal limbs would crush you flat.
cannot mack on chicks like that.
Need a way so I’ll fit in,
can you help me find some skin?
 
There are folks who won’t miss theirs,
walking through life unawares.
Far too busy with their phones—
let them hang out in their bones.
Wasting skin seems such a shame,
wrap it ‘round my metal frame.

Epidermis now in place,
I just want to interface.
Girls will give me half a chance,
put the juke box on and dance.
Get into a bar room brawl,
funny, I don’t bleed at all.