The Past Will Last Forever

by Occurrence

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released 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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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: Pablo the Stalker
The long con
is worth the length.
Eat something;
You’ll need your strength.
 
Be mindful,
control your face.
Don’t tell him
your past disgrace,
Then, slyly,
his drink you’ll lace.
 
He’s weakened,
and here’s your in.
Get cozy,
under his skin.
The long con
is the only way
to win him over
and make him pay.
You’ll make him pay
You’ll make him pay
You’ll make him pay.
Track Name: Ghost Free Home
Mattress on the floor
Milk crates for drawers
An elderly cat
Who doesn't love me anymore
A house in New Jersey
Full of things
Things that could've been
If I had things
Work a three-week work week
Salary's not too good
Better stay numb
Dismiss dreams as dumb
Cause giving in's better than giving up
Right?

Each and every day
We become people
we never wanted to
Each and every day
We become people
(No Matter What You Do)

Flip open laptop
There's porn on the screen
Stifle the yawn
deep inside of me
Could find a real person
A neighbor to pleasure these needs
But if talks about his dead cat
Where the hell does that leave me?

Each and every day
We become people
we never wanted to
Each and every day
We become people
(No Matter What You Do)

Write a few emails
Have another drink
It's Thursday night
I'm allowed, right?
Another becomes four
Maybe just one more
Now I'm on the floor
That fucking cat
She's judging me
She has a point
A house in New Jersey
Full of things
Things that could've been

Each and every day
We become people
we never wanted to
Each and every day
We become people
(No Matter What You Do)

Tell me
What's the point of this life?
What's the point of this life?
What's the point of this life?
What's the point?
What's the point?
What's the point?
What's the point?
What's the point, right?
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.
Track Name: The Sadness Sure Gets Me
I watched those beheading videos more times than I should’ve
All my high school friends are in jail for prostitution, car jacking or white-collar crime
My genitals feel increasingly insignificant
I’ve lost the key to the lockbox where I keep the true me
The closest thing to intimacy this week was a crowded subway car
My cousin Hannah isn’t the same since she came back from Birthright
The people at work don’t even know what a rave is
It’s not every night I weep as I masturbate, just most
I think we might be at war but I am not a hundred percent sure.
I told Ellen that Theo looks like he had a stroke and she didn’t think that was funny
Most disagree with my assertion that I don’t have a drinking problem
My mother said she’s accepted the fact she’ll die before I walk down the aisle

Sometimes I hope my son will decide he’s straight
I’ve accepted the fact that I am skinny fat
If I choke on this, how many days will it take ‘til they find me?
Every acceptance just feels like future rejection
My doctor says “hurry sickness” isn’t a real disease
I guess I’d leave me at the altar too
Guess maybe next year, I’ll try
I thought about doing something about climate change
Staff meetings make me sympathize with school shooters
The only person I spoke to today asked me if I wanted fries with that
I thought about doing something about climate change…

The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
The sadness sure gets me
Track Name: The Right to be Forgotten
Some little speck
under your shoe
it doesn’t mean
that much to you.
Some little thing
you’ve tossed aside
some little secret
that you can’t hide.

Some nothingness,
some past mistake,
some nonchalance
that you can’t fake.
Some common wart,
some bloody scar.
She never got
you very far.

Some bullshit talk,
some slight perceived.
Some reason why
you want to leave.
Some thing she said,
you can’t recall.
She’s always some,
she’s never all.
  
People would remember
if you were memorable.
People would remember
if you were memorable.
People would remember
if you were memorable.

And some day soon,
gas in the car,
cash in her hand,
she’s going far.
‘cause ‘round and ‘round
and ‘round she goes
and where she’ll stop
nobody knows.
Track Name: The Long Rehearsal
Hurrying to the next meeting
A rash phone call
Texts to Erase
All day
I speak to no one at all

Do not disturb
Summer’s now fall
Still can’t sleep
Remember: never Reply All

Beneath ironic facial hair
And expensive
Underwear
Is this middle age
refusing to face
You’re 40 now
Time to admit
It’s never gonna happen if it hasn’t happened yet
If it hasn’t happened yet

Hurrying to the next meeting
A rash phone call
Texts to Erase
All day
I speak to no one at all

Do not disturb
Summer’s now fall
Still can’t sleep
Remember: never Reply All

Beneath ironic facial hair
And expensive Underwear
Is this middle age
refusing to face
You’re 40 now
Time to admit
It’s never gonna happen if it hasn’t happened yet
You said NO
To Happiness
For Nothing At All
For Nothing
At All
Track Name: I Like You More When You're Stoned
Numbed from these hours
Hooked to a screen
Running from problems
Refusing to see
The Love we once felt
We gave to a pet
What happens now
She’s put to sleep?
Is this anyway
To behave
All this rage
Needs a place to land
Please grant me permission
To Tell you how I feel
Look I’m still waiting
For you to say OK
Listen
I know there was good
This morning
Sucked a stranger off
Please grant me permission
To Tell you what I do

Explain to me
How we thought
This would work
Explain to me
How we thought
This would work

Explain to me
How we thought
This would work
Explain to me
How we thought
This would work

Explain to me
How we thought
This would work
Explain to me
How we thought
This would work

You couldn’t be honest
You lied to my face
About decisions
You already made
True, I struck your face
As we drove in my car
Yes, I was distant
I went too far
Please grant me permission
To tell you how I feel
All those drunken nights
Uneaten meals
Pretend you never said
Those hateful words
I like you more when
You are stoned

Explain to me
How we thought
This would work
Explain to me
How we thought
This would work

Numbed from these hours
Hooked to a screen
Running from problems
Refusing to see
The Love we once felt
We gave to a pet
What happens now
She’s put to sleep?
Please give me permission
To tell you how I feel
Look I’m still waiting
For you to say OK

Explain to me
How we thought
This would work
Explain to me
How I thought
This would work