Night shall eat these girls and boys.

NEXT BIG THING (01 feb 2011)

2011-02-01T04:20:00.000-08:00

(click above to download the free digital ep)

01 I'M SHY
02 what would you like to dream about?
03 POUR OLIVIA: un
04 ARCTIC DAUGHTERS
05 POUR LEI: car nous partons d'Angers
06 New Theory [washed out cover]
07 POUR OLIVIA: deux
08 SEIKA IF…

credits:
Scott played the drums. Austin whistled, said mmnah and pretty much made "seika if…" sound a whole lot cooler, all while enduring a rather gay experience recording under a blanket in my Rachel's room. Yenni Tseng wrote the first two lines of "I'M SHY". Willy wrote everything (except New Theory), played most of it, sang it, did some other stuff. Oh and Austin did the cover art. Nobody got paid.

YES, WEEK-END (04 feb 2010)

2011-01-15T04:22:00.000-08:00

01 CALL ME ON YOUR WAY BACK HOME [Ryan Adams cover]
02 I'M A LADY [Santigold cover]
03 RIGHT NOW AND NOT LATER [The Shangri-las cover]
04 WHERE DID OUR LOVE GO? [The Supremes cover]
05 CASSIUS CLAY

credits:
Rachel Auriemma, Nate Moore, Austin Hermann, Alex Mandrila, Kevin Jenkins, Mikey Benedict and Alex Lopez sang, Alex M, Kevin, Mikey and Willy played on "WHERE DID OUR LOVE GO?", Alex M photographed, Nate photoshopped, Willy did other music stuff. Willy wrote "CASSIUS CLAY".

so from now on

2011-01-15T04:09:00.000-08:00

I'm gonna keep all the Night shall eat… stuff here, as opposed to on the Myspace. Myspace has too many ads.

VIDEO - CASSIUS CLAY

2010-03-27T12:35:00.000-07:00

"CASSIUS CLAY" - Night shall eat these girls and boys. from william t. skillets on Vimeo.

credit where credit's due

2010-01-15T04:40:00.000-08:00

We've been a lot of people:

Austin Hermann - Keys, Vocals

Brett Horner - Vocals, Bass

Rob Abend - Drums

Garrett Anderson - Bass, Guitar, Keys, Vocals

Rachel Auriemma - Vocals

Andrew Bair - Vocals, Percussion

Mikey Benedict - Bass, Trumpet, Keys, Vocals

Johanna Groh - Cello

Kevin Jenkins - Vocals, Bass, Guitar

Nate Keagle - Contrabass

Alexander Lopez - Cornet, Bass, Guitar, Vocals

Dan Lyon - Drums, Guitar, Vocals

Alex Mandrila - Vocals, Guitar, Keyboard

Noah Morrison - Shoes, Vocals

Nate Moore - Vocals

Brendan Mylenek - Spongefork, AbletonLive, Garageband

Scott Mihalik - Drums

Kalen Percha - Drums

Geoff Perrin - Drums

Jared Walker - Guitar

VIDEO - CALL ME ON YOUR WAY BACK HOME (RYAN ADAMS COVER) (live)

2009-11-20T12:00:00.000-08:00

10/13/2009 at the 734 in Ypsilanti, MI.

Higher Quality: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhuiJf0kgzs

Thanks to Alex Mandrila. (and ryan adams.)

VIDEO - CASSIUS CLAY (live)

2009-11-20T11:45:00.000-08:00

09/05/2009 at Vail House in Ann Arbor, MI.

Higher Quality: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PE8f72LnQCc

Thanks to Alex Mandrila.

VIDEO - There are bigger things (live)

2009-11-20T11:44:00.000-08:00

09/05/2009 at Vail House in Ann Arbor, MI.

Higher Quality: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74rrxzxR2R8

Thanks to Alex Mandrila.

VIDEO - BUTTERCUP (live)

2009-11-20T11:42:00.001-08:00

09/05/2009 at Vail House in Ann Arbor, MI.

Higher Quality: http://vimeo.com/7231642

Thanks to Lily Greig.

VIDEO - CASSIUS CLAY (solo)

2009-11-19T11:49:00.000-08:00

1/23/08 at Kill House in Ypsilanti, MI.

Higher Quality: http://vimeo.com/2966278

Thanks to Mike Edwards.

VIDEO - These sorries stop (live)

2009-11-19T11:48:00.000-08:00

1/23/08 at Kill House in Ypsilanti, MI.

Higher Quality: http://vimeo.com/2960070

Thanks to Michael Edwards.

2009-08-20T13:08:00.000-07:00

Howards' Line Up

YES, WEEK-END 05 - CASSIUS CLAY

2009-06-11T13:45:00.000-07:00

You are so damn tired that you're not much else
And I'm to uninspired to be that much help

Tryin' to get me hitched on to your martyr cause
You keep flappin' your eyelashes and adjustin' your bra
But there's no way you'll get your hooks in 'til your head's on straight
You got not no business takin' seconds 'til you've cleaned your plate

And you are so damn tired that you're not much else
And I'm too uninspired to be that much help

Talkin' in my ear about some weekend jaunt
You best keep your lips together 'less you know what you want
And your hands are all up on me like you're Cassius Clay
Yeah, I made you dinner once, I'm not some fuckin' buffet

And you are so damn tired that you're not much else
And I'm too uninspired to be that much help

LYRICS - AN OLD HOUSE

2009-06-02T03:15:00.000-07:00

there's something funny about an old house
always seem to have their own scent
the people in it take it with them
when they go working in the morning

there's something warm about an old house
boiling water on the black stove
family bustling in the kitchen
seems to greet you in the evening

there's something comfy about an old house
careful stepping on an old stair
the sounds of sleeping people shifting
somehow soothing in the nighttime

the house i live in is an old house
feels like i have always lived here

Where your interests lie 01- These sorries stop

2009-06-02T03:10:00.000-07:00

These sorries stop so sourly
Your heels upon mid-sentence stepped
And though I repeat hourly
You outmaneuver each attempt

Please wait please wait there's more to say
My flooding mouth fulfills the stall
Crammed words on words in the doorway
Waiting for the hammerfall

Where your interests lie 02 - There are bigger things

2009-06-02T03:02:00.000-07:00

There are bigger things than you and i, my dark dear
Your blood has too much gasoline than is safe with all the sparks here
As i pour sand upon unlit napalm
It's near impossible to down you calm

You are smogging up the lungs that float above my city
Whenever you exhale the air it reeks of easy sex and self pity
But be careful of which jewels you flaunt
Because we always get just what we want

Your hands are always being found in other people's pockets
My heart-shaped box's lock wields marks concurrent with your lock pick
There's a warrant out for your arrest
Because you're dangerous when you're depressed

Where your interests lie 03 - Where your interests lie

2009-06-02T03:01:00.000-07:00

When we are alone, i feel anxious and weird and i'm nearly next to certain that's just how i appear. I touch you too much and i stay in your shade. I grab onto your wrists so you won't blow away. I stay extra late; You won't make me walk home and you claim that's the reason we aren't sleeping alone. Your arms slung 'round my back, as we doze in your bed. I feel your sleepy lips bless the back of my head. Awake, you're so wary, you're so watching through doors but in dreams you resign to the arms you foreswore. You're built up too tall, filled with secrets to spill. Last year put in you ink, but it robbed you of quill. Your hand on my back or your hand on my waist: the fact of your hand disimports that of place. Although we both know what i'd like us to be, what means the most more is you're honest with me. My guts remain on the floor: i cannot tell a lie, while your stage silence draws suspicion to your alibi. I am everything you need, you just want what i lack. Your arms are so open (when they're not pulling back.) And when i'm finally alone and free to distract, there you are in my ribs, pawing at a gap. It's hard to be near you when i know who you are but i don't have a place yet reserved in your heart. It's hard to be near you when i know who you are but i don't have a place yet reserved in your heart. It's hard to be near you when i know who you are but i don't have a place yet reserved in your heart. It's hard to be near you when i know who you are but i don't have a place yet reserved in your heart.

Where your interests lie 05 - slowdance

2009-06-02T03:00:00.000-07:00

oh, ma princesse de clèves, ma princesse de clèves.
oh, ma princesse de clèves, ma princesse de clèves.
what can a man do but try? do but try? do but try?
say what can a man do but try? do but try? do but try?
i cannot be what i'm not, what i'm not, what i'm not.
i cannot be what i'm not, what i'm not, what i'm not.
and there is my heart, see right there, that's my heart. there is my heart.
there goes my heart, right there, there went my heart. that was my heart.
slay me or save me, but smoke that cigar. smoke that cigar.
slay me or save me, but smoke that cigar. smoke that cigar.
you know, one of these days, this will make sense I'm sure. It will make sense I'm sure.
Yeah, you know one of these days, it's gonna make sense I'm sure. Everything will make sense,
I'm sure.

Where your interests lie 07 - Lily and i

2009-06-02T01:05:00.000-07:00

Lily and i are learning becoming friends.
We do this by keeping very far away.
We've already yelled and kicked and cursed
Our drinking throats devoid of thirst
And now that's done,
I've found the silence left to be much worse

Lily will not accept our love as dead.
She's crouched to the floor, arms wrapped about her head.
She doesn't cry or guilt or dredge
up memories or unmade beds,
Her head held high,
She leaves the house with tail between her legs.

Lily says she does not know who i am:
So cold and so sarcastic to my friends.
In my defense, I've been this way
for weeks and months before today.
She looks at my friends,
But doesn't count herself as one of them.

I have begun to see somebody else.
And sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't help.
She's smart and sweet and kind and all,
Generally keeps me enthralled,
But when I'm down
I'm still not sure exactly who to call.

Morse Code Goodbyes

2008-06-25T18:23:00.000-07:00

You killed me or you killed you, but one of is dead.
And you killed you according to the obituary I read.
Dragged your coffin around too long. Your ghost escaped.
So now you're haunting, breaking dishes. You creep around behind the drapes.

The tired highways and razor train tracks encircle and journey across states and states and states.
They run from your wrists, cross down your arms, down your back, as skin rink is traced by bloody ice skates.
Pink clouds darken, turn red, then ocher. Bare bulb above you in a bathtub.

Since your demise you're so goddamn amiable but I refuse to take calls from beyond the grave.
Don't fret, love, no it's nothing personal. Matter of habit for the most part
To tell the truth, I've a message for ya. So get out your decoder pen.

Dig This

2008-06-25T18:22:00.000-07:00

You're really gonna dig this
You're really gonna cry
The ongoing adventures of
A bitter butterfly