CONTROL

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released 13 September 2013

Produced and Performed by Control
Associate Producer: Mike Ragogna

Recorded at The Hit Dungeon
Engineered by Control
Additional Engineering: Jeremy Averitt (Condemned To Feel)
Mixed at The Hit Dungeon, Joey’s Bedroom and Trafficbeat Studios
Mixed by Joey Del Re, Dominic Rabalais & Mike Ragogna

Mastered by Erick Labson at Universal Mastering Studios

All Songs written and published by Control

Control is Joseph Mayfield (vocals), Dominic Rabalais (programming, guitars, synths, background vocals) and Joey Del Re (programming, guitar, synths, background vocals)

Artwork: Joey Del Re, Owen Stowe, Nick Johnson
Photography: Joseph Mayfield, Dusty, Cody Osen
Design & Layout: Emily Fotis

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CONTROLxoxo Fairfield, Iowa

Controlxoxo is late-night echoes of regretful rendezvous, and heart-filled screams from the base of a broken and nauseated culture.
Our songs are meant to make you dance, and beat your hands on the walls of your inhibitions, say "fuck you" to your pain, and let loose the slobbering mongrels that gnash and bite at your desires.
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Track Name: Wednesday Night Break-In
There was a taste a taste of god, from your mouth to my lips, through my heart to the dark. Wait, wait for me, cut my flesh scrape my bones, burn your name deep in me. Moonlit lie on a blood red sky tonight. Voiceless hope in a perfect dream, goodbye. Goodbye. You feed me the fruit you left in the dark, the darkest parts of your heart. Glass broken and cold, sparkles like rain jagged with what remains. Moonlit lies on a blood red sky tonight. Voiceless hope in a perfect dream, goodbye. Goodbye. Hope, it clings like the smell of death, opens up a wound in my life, takes me to a world of lies. Shape-shifting lover dealt the final blow, left me all alone, wading through a sea of scorn. Moonlit lies on a blood red sky tonight. Voiceless hope in a perfect dream, goodbye. Goodbye.
Track Name: Hardwired
Sit there baby with a heart full of hell. Raise your bottle to the sky, to your love, to the death of a god who sat and watched you suffer. ’Cause we’re hardwired, hardwired for combustible love, hardwired, hardwired, burning off desire. Chemical laps and a fist full of shrapnel. Raise your soul to the moon, to your dreams, to the birth of a man who laughed and watched you fall. ’Cause we’re hardwired, hardwired for combustible love, hardwired, hardwired, burning off desire.
Track Name: Tonight
In this darkness, pretty little things come to bleed me out. In this dirty place, it takes everything not to let myself down. It gets so desperate when you look at me that way. It would be so easy to say the things I shouldn't say. I want you to stay with me tonight. We don't need to stay lonely this time. You let your hair down and I wonder if you notice how I watch your eyes. You move in closer and we both know that’s where the gallows lie. You know what you’re doing, let’s not pretend anymore. You know that I’m reckless and this pointless teasing’s brought me to the floor. I want you to stay with me tonight. We don't need to stay lonely this time.
Track Name: Corpse
Everyday, another soul slips away into the sea of mediocrity. Every minute, another heart gets swallowed taken by their neon promises. Your love’s a corpse, you took my faith and bound me. Your love’s a corpse. There's a light at the end of the night. They take away the dreams of the lovers and put them in their rotten hope. They twist the words of one million prayers, leaving us on our knees like broken thieves. Your love’s a corpse, you took my faith and bound me. Your love’s a corpse. There's a light at the end of the night.
Track Name: Drown
Too many times I've lived with you, too many times I've prayed with you. So sit me down and watch me scream, this is my hand shaky and red. Drown in me, drown. Wake me up from this immortal dream, let me drown in your wicked schemes, for this is the life I've chosen to live, and these are the lies you tried to give. Drown in me, drown. Say goodbye to old lovers, wipe away these hard, and lonely nights, watch your life spin into the either, only your shadow remains. Drown in me, drown. Grin at this wasted life, drown. Drink yourself into the earth, drown.
Track Name: Far Enough
Set the stain, woman. Slither and slide through your sickly lies, woman. Your razor thighs keep me high on a black cloud of cancer, woman. I can't run far enough from you. Force the face, woman. Force the face of this heartbroken race, woman. You keep me so you can cut me, woman. That web you weave captures all the love, woman. I can't run far enough from you. The scent and the heat of every word and every heartbeat is just another sinking hole. The look and the touch is everything I ever wanted. It’s the curse of a million hearts. I can't run far enough from you.
Track Name: Like Fire
She came into my frame. I was already a bottle deep in pain. She came through the smoke and the fear, said, “There's nothing left for you here,” and her gaze looked like murder, as she whispered, “Are you game?” Oh god help me. Her lips came through the night like fire. Legs spread wide, wet with desire. I've danced this dance one hundred times before until you came knocking at my door. I looked into your eyes they didn't hold the pain, it was the last time I felt sane. Oh god help me. Her lips came through the night like fire. Legs spread wide, wet with desire. She pulled this old heart of its cage through the mangled teeth of my former shame. Oh god help me. Her lips came through the night like fire. Legs spread wide, wet with desire.
Track Name: No One Knows
We are all experts of our experience. And time it slips away from us, from all of us, in spite of us. No one knows what secrets live in our hearts. Our souls drink deep from the shadowed wells. Day in, day out. We all know there's only one way out. So load that gun and set me free. God gives, god takes, who do we blame for our mistakes. There’s no one there but me, no one knows but me. We are born into this because of this and faith is a trap they give to us, to all of us, in spite of us. And what does your bible sing? It's the only song you will ever be. Day in, day out. We all know there's only one way out. So load that gun and set me free. God gives, god takes, who do we blame for our mistakes. There’s no one there but me, no one knows but me.
Track Name: Rough Hands
He looked around and noticed a young girl sitting a couple seats down and felt a pull he had not in some time. Her legs were muscular like that of an athlete, and Mark imagined that she ran track. Her blue-silver shorts bunched up at the cusp of her buttocks making the invitation to her secrets almost visible. She had light brown hair and white earbuds dangled as she bopped her head to the pop music she, no doubt, was listening to. He could not fully see her face, but on one of her cheeks, he could see a small mole and the sun from outside casting rays through her soft hair on the side of her profile. Mark felt the pulse in his cock begin to flutter, a sensation he had not experienced in some time. The drinking had made his dick all but useless in the past few years. He adjusted uncomfortably in his seat; the idea of approaching her excited him even more. He thought that at any moment, he might need to go to the dirty, piss-drenched stall in the back and abuse himself, releasing the buildup of sexual misogyny that flowed through his mind. Mark knew that a forty-something man could not even begin talking to such a young thing. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, their dry skin caught and scratched at the fabric. He brought his hands up and looked down upon them. They were stained from his job, the oil creating a permanent, dirty look to them, and the cracks in the flesh made them look like the surface of a vast and dry desert. He was resigned to his fate of loneliness and looking about at the faces of his fellow passengers, he knew he was not alone. Mark felt a connection to them--the wanders, the regretful--and unsure of every step, the strain of daily routine weighing like a Mack truck filled with failure. He knew that in this life, he would never again touch such a beautiful thing. That felt like a sick curse, this trick of age. He yearned for a bottle, just a little heat to get through this moment of existential malaise. For the first time in a long time, he started to think of god and felt anger. He knew then and there through the soft skin of her youth that god did indeed exist, and that bastard was a son of a bitch.
Track Name: Condemned To Feel
I'm condemned to feel. I look inside myself and see the pain that I've inflicted is real. Every breath and taste through shadow and fate. Blood on my hands says it’s far too late. Even with the knife in your breast, the love that you left still screams. I’m condemned to feel. The only thing you gave me was a love that would not die. Stare in me, make me blind, sickly thoughts, broken mind. Even with your body deep below the mirror still reflects in me. I’m condemned to feel. God only knows the time it takes to wash away what I have done. Water can't wash away the kiss, the kiss of screams. I’m condemned to feel.
Track Name: Broken Culture
She dreamt of a ragged road. She grinned at the love in mind. She dined with the best of lies. But the broken culture pushed us down. It's better to love than to pretend. It's harder to live than to suspend. So brand this baby in your well worn heart or you'll be damned from the very start. She screamed at the morning rise. She wept with the setting skies. But the thought that dragged her down was the shadow of his darkened grin. It's better to love than to pretend. It's harder to live than to suspend. So brand this baby in your well worn heart or you'll be damned from the very start. It’s better to love than to pretend