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Tracks and Lyrics

1. 1 Hear A Distant Voice

   Lyrics:
   take a chance hear a distant voice

   Is this all we can desire in a world without a god?
   no solace in ourselves, just hope the shitter is always proverbially clogged?
   and that my enemies may hesitate, hesitate to cast a stone
   and that i might have the privacy, to keep my empty home

   About:
   This songs about being excited about making electronic music and trying to have optimism about the future in the face of all the fears.
   To be overly specific, the line “no solace in ourselves, just hope the shitter is always proverbially clogged?”
   My friend works for the city and every conversation around anxiety about the future or whatever, he always says “shitters always going to need unclogging”
   I envy that security/comfort, which also makes me question how bad things really are, is this all we can desire? A toilet full of shit and paying someone else’s mortgage?
2. 2 Southbound

   Lyrics:
   these struggles we created, we all have minds to dredge,
   but conquering self inflicted wounds just feels like another privilege.
   who am i to pity, to unpack don’t change a fucking thing,
   none of this would have happened if i had a fucking brain.

   walking southbound down main yea,
   i got nothing but time.
   my boots filled up with rain, but
   beats the expo line.

   Dried up shell of a man with nothing to say just whinge,
   memories make me shudder, don’t do a fucking thing but cringe.
   to extract it now for verbiage, another song to post?
   it dosent do a single fucking thing for those i hurt the most.

   walking southbound down main yea,
   i got nothing but time.
   my boots filled up with rain, but
   beats the expo line.

   About:
   These lyrics are actually quite old, I wrote them for a band I was in at the time but they wouldnt use them.
   As always most of its just complaining, but the interesting line for me is “but conquering self inflicted wounds just feels like another privilege.”
   Is about feeling guit about self pity, or even feeling bad, which everyone feels obviously, but like it says following:
   “who am i to pity, to unpack don’t change a fucking thing,” people I really admire use their time to create positive change, not wallow in self pity disguised as guilt for their own actions like me.
3. 3 LNWLTST

   Lyrics:
   im goin down to the greyhound station, gonna buy a ticket to ride-
   except the greyhound dont run no more, and the drifter in me has died.
   so instead it’s Waylon Jennings over amens, mind’s miasma washed my final pair of 10s,
   let the compressor off the highs, but the threshold cant pull up floor.

   bullshit ideals in a graveyard won’t stay
   the face you wear it is nothing but cosplay.
   so last night we let the sludge talk,
   billions spin out upon a fuckin rock

   whens all is said and done, your stone can list your accomplishments,
   how you stroked your ego in constant masturbation, my compliments.
   best move yourself through motions though, or else youll be scrutinized too,
   so listen close cause, because we got nothing left to look forward to.

   bullshit ideals in a graveyard won’t stay
   the face you wear is nothing but cosplay.
   so last night we let the sludge talk,
   billions spin out upon a fuckin rock

   About:
   This is a really weird one lyrically, my friends and I have about a million outlaw country style songs, and when writing this I was super into John Prine and trying to get into Waylon Jennings,
   So the first line is a reference to Clay Pigeons, but kinda reflects on getting old, and I thought it would be funny to point out how weird this crossover of interests is, like putting Waylon Jennings over Amen Breaks would be fucking bizzare.
   Cheesey as they are I also like using music/recording hardware metaphors to try to tell myself I’ve learned something meaningful in this whole proccess, that compressor metaphor is (probably innacurate) thoughts from being on anxietymeds, sometimes its better to use a compressor than not be able to hear a signal thats too quiet, but it can also squash the dynamics of something loud enough.
   Chorus is just whining as always, “bullshit ideals in a graveyard won’t stay” ignorance germinates like a virus, something that I dont shut up about in songs, going #viral baybe.
4. 4 Black Tape

   Lyrics:
   One decade on, I’m a grown ass man, still whining about the same old bullshit, and-
   looking back on things is such a fucking waste, cut off the nose just to spite my face.

   it’s a black tape, but the guards enough,
   spin it down back till the fence around the sun rises up.
   3 thousand knots plunged into the sea,
   but i never let them bad waves wash up over me.

   the long shadow of death creeps ever closer, why can’t i hold all these limes?
   regret it in the end, hidings no vacation, walking agoraphobic capitulation.

   it’s a black tape, but the guards enough,
   spin it down back till the fence around the sun rises up.
   3 thousand knots plunged into the sea,
   smells like opportunity to me.

   and i just hope that you’re happy, the bullshit maze, were forced to compete.
   i can’t say we didn’t see it coming, that the struggle would continue 7 days a week.
   and i just hope that you’re happy, the bullshit maze, were forced to compete.
   i can’t say we didn’t see it coming, the struggle continues 7 days a week.

   About:
   Probably the worst song I’ve put out.
   A recurring theme in all my stuff is frustrations with musicians and the musical proccess I guess, people are so concerned with virtuosity, egos, and irrellevant minutiae instead of being kind, helpful and supportive of eachother or creating something meaningful.
   “and i just hope that you’re happy, the bullshit maze, were forced to compete.” Id bet we all have linkedin/career bros in our friend groups who make their egos their whole personallity, just hope youre getting some satisfaction out of it.
5. 5 Traces

   Lyrics:
   I’m a rat in your walls,
   Eating on your insulation.
   Mixes like oil and water falls,
   noble cause corruption.

   because to dwell, is to leave traces.
   oh so shocking, for lived in places.

   So now I’m a beyblade on your baseboards ,
   Or a thumb from spy kids 2.
   nowhere to go in this shithole place,
   Twin wire hangover, it’s electric boogaloo.

   because to dwell, is to leave traces.
   oh so shocking, for lived in places.

   because to dwell, is to leave traces.
   oh so shocking, for lived in places.

   About:
   Probably my favourite song of anything I’ve put out.

   Not very poetic, but the chorus is about how getting your damage deposit back is always a struggle, despite normal wear and tear being covered where I am, “because to dwell, is to leave traces.” theres always some way to try to pull something.

   My friend really had rats in his walls, and I donno why it just seemed so…horrific to me I wanted to steal it.
   Our good intentions and trying to get by in life fit together like oil and water.

   “So now I’m a beyblade on your baseboards, Or a thumb from spy kids 2.” My dumb sense of humor trying to bring some nostaliga, these things can do serious damage lmfao.
   “Twin wire hangover, it’s electric boogaloo.” Not the first AJJ reference, wont be the last. This song like everything has a nostalgic tint to it.