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The dark clouds, they roll away. The dark clouds...
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Crash Course
04:23
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NOTE: Lyrics are based on a conversation with Hobart while we were recording this in 2020 about how much we detest morally bankrupt billionaire asshats that want sympathy when they fuck up.
It is also about toxic narcissists who need to tear others down to make themselves feel better. 'Hurt people hurt people' is a shitty excuse.
I’m a crash course, yeah, I’m a scum bag.
I’m a shit head and I’m a narcissistic slut.
I powder noses and burn bridges.
Just look the other way, there’s nothing to see.
I’m a crash course, yeah, a psycho derelict.
Shoot with a rusted spoon, an opportunistic fuck.
I creep in shadows, steal information.
Just look the other way, there’s nothing to see.
Got no emotions when it comes to business.
Hey mindless lemming, how ‘bout a selfie for your slaughter?
I deal in agony, it’s a venture capital.
I ain’t nobody’s bitch. Oh, it’s so hard being me.
1 2 3 4 tell me what you’re craving for. 5 6 7 8 take this shit and stay up late.
All my dreams are rotting sinking crying dying.
Sellout, stakeout fill my pockets with your hate.
1 2 3 4 tell me what you’re craving for. 5 6 7 8 take this shit and stay up late.
Oh, it’s so hard just being me. Oh, it’s so hard just being mean.
Oh, it’s so hard just being me. It’s so hard just being me.
It’s so hard just being mean.
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I, The Intruder
04:34
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NOTE: The lead arpeggio is from the James Bomb Situation sessions song “Escape The Basement” recorded during the pandemic with my nephew Max Partlow on saxophone. This is not about actual "intruders" it is about social awkwardness and nostalgia for the circumstances one endures and the acceptance of it as a normality. The concept that someone (the intruder) can feel very much alone while completely surrounded by others even though they otherwise have no reason to, which is exactly how I felt in the early post-pan readjustment.
Shadows in the factory.
Short footfalls across the land.
A waking memory fades.
We’ve fallen into a suffocated memory.
The hazy dew clings to every one.
I’ve got to see what’s there. Can’t see.
I, I, I the intruder...
I’m invisible...
A shadow across the land. A shadow curses the land. A shadow.
I, I, I the intruder...
We’ve fallen into a suffocated memory.
The hazy dew clings to every one.
I’ve got to see what’s there. Can’t see.
I’ve got to see what’s there. Can’t see.
I’m invisible...
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Hypermachine777
04:07
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NOTE: A bleak take on the club culture I observed while working at a venue. A whirlwind of drama, drugs, and oontz oontz. Horrible people using horrible people for no other reason than that they can, like a sport or hobby. The want/need for 'scenesters' to have their ass kissed.
A sexy thief. A slinky, kinky, twisty freak.
I slide my hands around your waist.
Find me. Grind me. Suck me. Fuck me.
Cheers to you! Drinks all ‘round!
I’m your friend, what’s going down?
I feel the twitching in my loins as my nimble fingers pry your pretty coin.
On the dance floor, you wanna know me, you wanna blow me, you wanna fuck me
Gimmie another line. Tell me another lie.
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Postmodern Malaise
05:02
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NOTE: How relationships can go on longer than they should, simply out of habit, each side distracting themselves from the truth that they have grown apart.
LIMELIGHT FLICKERS AWAY. THIS STATIC RELEASE. POSTMODERN MALAISE.
TALKING BACKWARDS, THE INEVITABLE MEANS. FORESHADOWING NARCOLEPTIC SCREAMS.
FALLING BACK ON MY LONELY MACHINE. IGNORING ALL THE UNSEEN.
FOR YOUR SKIN I RISE. FOR YOUR TOUCH, FOR YOUR LIES.
BUT YOUR EYES THEY UNLOCK SUCH DENIAL.
THE FIRE INSIDE ME. THE RIVAL, THE FIGHTER.
DISGUISE YOUR BEHAVIOR FALSE IMMACULATE SAVIOR.
WE'VE GONE TOO FAR. IT'S BEEN TOO LONG. IT’S OUT OF HAND.
AM I STILL TALKING TO YOU? ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?
WE'VE GONE TOO FAR. IT'S BEEN TOO LONG. IT’S OUT OF HAND.
LIMELIGHT FLICKERS AWAY. THIS STATIC RELEASE.
POSTMODERN MALAISE. ALL THOSE PILLS TO BEHAVE.
YOU'RE WALKING AWAY FROM A FOREIGN INTRIGUE.
IT'S TORN APART AND DON'T EVEN START.
THIS IS A WARNING. THIS IS A WARNING.
BUT I CAN'T DISCOUNT EVERYTHING WE'VE FOUND.
THOUGH THE MEMORY BURNS FROM THE INSIDE OUT OUT OUT.
WE'VE GONE TOO FAR. IT'S BEEN TOO LONG. IT’S OUT OF HAND.
LIMELIGHT FLICKERS AWAY. THIS STATIC RELEASE. POSTMODERN MALAISE.
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The Last Obsession
05:22
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NOTE: Improv lyrics based on a conversation with Hobart on how crime and addiction in low-income areas is exploited by the corporate prison and recovery systems with its looping effect that creates far more problems than it solves.
This was the last song I recorded with Hobart in 2020.
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Driving Ashes
06:12
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NOTE: Losing friends to addiction is very painful and confusing. Lyrics are 80% Hobart.
I will leave you. It’s hard to say goodbye.
It’s hard to let you go. This rust I fear.
To touch to feel no more.
All I need is for you to forget. A quiet suspenseful wait.
All I need is for you to forget.
And I will leave you wanting more.
Now why? Now why? Why should I?
Now why? Why should I? Why should I listen?
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit.
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit.
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit.
I’m a hypocrite. Yeah.
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit.
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit.
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. Yeah.
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit.
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit.
I’m a hypocrite. I will never quit. Yeah.
I’ll be reborn again. To feel the sun again.
I’ll be reborn again. To feel the warmth again.
I’ll be reborn again. To feel the burn again.
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NOTE: A nod to Popol Vuh and their classic soundtrack to Aguirre: The Wrath of God, a movie I watched with Hobart several times. Greed will get you nowhere.
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