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Quint
Pop
Quint was released on October 15, 2025 by Hematoma Support Group as a part of the album Deep Cuts
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Release DateOctober 15, 2025
LabelHematoma Support Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM140

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gavin Castleton
Gavin Castleton
Vocals
David Stem
David Stem
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Castleton
Gavin Castleton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gavin Castleton
Gavin Castleton
Producer
Ryan Foster
Ryan Foster
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Farewell and adieu, to our dear Indianapolis
Farewell and adieu, to our lady beloved
She sank in 12 minutes
Took 300 with her
Now 900 left drift in oil and blood
Upon that first day, as we baked in the sunshine
Some fashioned blindfolds and other made hats
We heard a marine picked apart by the whitetips
Someone pushed him out and he never came back
Surrender your hopes, you cursed US sailors
Surrender your hopes and let go your fears
We float on that line between hell and salvation
There might be a God but you won't find him here
A long night of screamin' left nobody rested
And someone had plundered the rest of our stash
We unlinked our legs and made war with each other
'Cause one man among us was still holding back
Surrender your hopes, you cursed US sailors
Surrender your hopes and let go your fears
We float on that line between hell and salvation
There might be a God but you won't find him here
The next day was nothing but death and delirium
Some died from freezin' while others just drowned
The sharks always feeding, they ripped us to pieces
And those who drank seawater snapped and swam down
I woke on the fourth day alone on the cork net
My kapok was sinking, a wound in my side
My jacket was missing, and all my men with it
I felt guilty for living but I had no tears to cry
Surrender your hopes, you cursed US sailors
Surrender your hopes and let go your fears
We float on that line between hell and salvation
There might be a God but you won't find him here
I searched through the bodies for something to sink with
I'd rather be drownin' than eaten alive
Then just to the east, I saw a white Catalina
Did he tip his wing or did he pass me by?
Surrender your hopes, you cursed US sailors
Surrender your hopes and let go your fears
We float on that line between hell and salvation
There might be a God but you won't find him here
Five hours waitin' for someone to fetch me
The tiger sharks circlin, my hair turning white
The ghosts of my buddies called up from the wreckage
Then who should appear, but that old PBY!
Safely aboard, we were packed in like sardines
Shoulder to shoulder, we drank and we cried
When I spied a boy with my name on his jacket
I told him to stand
He cussed and he lied
And never again
Would I trust a sailor
No never again would I
Surrender your hopes, you cursed US sailors
Surrender your hopes and let go your fears
We float on that line between hell and salvation
There might be a God but you won't find him here
Written by: Gavin Castleton
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