Disco Absurdo - L​.​O​.​W

by Disco Absurdo

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released 13 September 2011

DiscoAbsurdo are:
Morris: Synths, guitars, beats
Olson: Vox, guitars

All songs DiscoAbsurdo (except track 7 Peter, Sue & Marc)
Track 8 remixed by Karl Martin
Cover art by Tahui Lee

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Track Name: Intro
This is nothing
This is DiscoAbsurdo
You will not soon forget
And we’re not on your TV set
But just wait a moment
Feel your floorboards grow cold
And cardboard soaked in mold
All fall apart
And some of us is a big sopping boulder
Of slush
Cuz when we get you all nice and glasslike
That’s when we make the big push
Splashily shattering our own wildest notions
I had a dream and it woke me up, choking
I pulled the blanket tighter
And everything went away
Embryo, cyclo, aggro, and symbio
All absurdo
All say hello
We’ve only got third eyes
In here
And that’s just fine with you
Open up those hands inside you
Bite off your fingertips
Burn your desires
Execute your executors
Disable your needs
Behead yourself
Spare no expense
Desensitize your nonsense detector
And soon, you’ll have to compensate
And nothing will be left
On your plate
In your field
That isn’t utterly weird to be next to
Nothing you won’t say yes to
Open up those hands inside you
Soft killer
Everything is a part of you.
Track Name: Save It
Every time I thought to open my mouth
And say something to someone
I thought save it
Every time I thought to open my mouth
And this ain’t what I’m saving it for

An armchair’s no better than a couch
And I’m no better than either one
Even though I’m well aware that I’m not
Irony achieves so little
But it’s all we hold onto
Whether we realize it or not
Hip cynicism keeps me safe
But what is it that I really think I need to say hey
I don’t see the sense that we all hold so dear
And I don’t hear a thing that I would ever call clear

Stop dancing, stop dancing, stop dancing, and stomp your feet
Slick pictures, stupid noises, march to a different beat black sheep still a sheep
You can’t help to regress, and we know it’s coming, but that doesn’t mean it’s complete
They think it’s in their hands, what we think,, maybe they’re right but only we can stomp our feet

Everything’s just a gesture
(Is that all we got left?)

I’m not crazy, I’m not that powerful
I don’t have much of an impact on people
But I’ll tell you this much,
If you hear my voice,
Then you better unravel, and you better unlock
All the links in your chain, and the grooves in your brain
My blood burns in dim, loose light
I live a faded life, my senses are roaring,
More often mistaken, but I can imagine

Sometimes I’m right, no aim for result
Serial life, I think to myself
I don’t have any ends, only means towards them,
But my means are ends in themselves, my friend

I don’t trust you, let’s be pals
People don’t trust cuz they don’t know how
I don’t trust that instant submission,
More often betrays a more secretive mission,

Chaos, clamor for control over somebody else,
Make a more acceptable hell for myself,
“Loose net, go control any soul residual
You may now give orders, I pronounce you an individual.”
“Better do what they told me to tell you,
Cuz you’re a fool if you let me resent you,
Maybe one day I might learn to respect you,
But only if and when you catch a soul right next to you.”

Stop dancing, stop dancing, stop dancing, and stomp your feet
Slick pictures, stupid noises, march to a different beat black sheep still a sheep
You can’t help to regress, and we know it’s coming, but that doesn’t mean it’s complete
They think it’s in their hands, what we think,, maybe they’re right but only we can stomp our feet

Nothing’s ever just a gesture

You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, but you save it up
You go limp, you go limp, you go limp, and you soak it up
You go limp, you go limp, now you stomp it up
Track Name: Super-Reified (Sunken Word)
I’m super-reified
And I don’t really mind
If you didn’t realize
What kind of thoughts I had in mind
To share with you today
On this long hour
But I’ll do my best to make some sense of it all
But sometimes the only sense you can make is nonsense
But you’ve gotta keep in mind that nothing doesn’t make sense
Even if it’s absent of meaning
That doesn’t mean a thing, except
That sense doesn’t always mean something
When all you got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail
When all you got is a hammer, everything looks like a skull

Let’s all get a little bit caught up
All the junk that everybody bought up
Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy
Take all of your useless toys
Hand ‘em over back and forth
Before they wind up on the shores
Make all of your useless noise
And celebrate the uncelebrated
Instigate a tune elevated
Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends
There is no end, just a million starts
Put an end to finishing things
Begin everything endlessly
Even if you do it a bit pretentiously
Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything
Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly

I’m a hyperbolic motherfucker
But I don’t really care that much for much at all
But sometimes I do and lots of stuff is just narcissism, for sure
But yeah I’m sure I’ve got something I really
Wanna needa gotta gonna say right now
So sit down please I don’t mean to be rude
I suppose you can stand, but stay right here

No before yes and life after no
Everything is guesswork with questions like clockwork
Sometimes I think to myself
I’m gonna throw away some time-wasting thoughts
Just choose a path at random
Say no before yes cuz I’m always gonna rearrange
The cut-and-paste coin-toss
I decide when I won or lost
I don’t really care about it
But every time I try to explain what I mean
I’ve gotta really, really mean what I’m explaining
And the fact is the deeper I get involved
In my own cyclical thoughts
The less I start to care
But it’s not cuz I’m lazy
It’s because I start to see the nonsense for what it really is:
A reflection of and interplay with the idiocratic world around me
Who’s crazy first? Me or the world around me
That wants to be instantly done with everything it starts
Before it begins,
Who’s crazy first? Me or the world around me
That wants to be instantly done with everything it starts
Before it begins, immediate consumption of a moment
Exploit the fleeting nature of the now
There is no presence
I said it before and after I said it
I don’t have to do it
I already said it
I don’t have to say it again
I just did

Let’s all get a little bit caught up
All the junk that everybody bought up
Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy
Take all of your useless toys
Hand ‘em over back and forth
Before they wind up on the shores
Make all of your useless noise
And celebrate the uncelebrated
Instigate a tune elevated
Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends
There is no end, just a million starts
Put an end to finishing things
Begin everything endlessly
Even if you do it a bit pretentiously
Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything
Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly


I don’t really care
Cuz I’m not uncomfortable to say what I want
But I don’t actually know
Anything that would please me
The way I need to be satisfied
The things I need to be whole inside
Don’t exist anymore, never had a chance at lifting me
From glowing bloody gray
To a rooftop shouting
But that’s just romanticism
False nostalgia, ingenuine longing
A hostile way of blaming today
For something that never existed in the first place
Yes, I’m monotone
Cuz I don’t barely care
Just enough for this breath
Just a little less
Just a little…
Conflicted apathy

I’m running out of fear
I wish I could run like hell from here
But the fleeting pinned-downness
The illusively concrete
The mistaken sensation of something to stand on
Keeps cycling under my feet
You know it
And so does anyone who thinks about it
For just one moment before
Their face collides with the door
But there’s something ultimately concrete
About that very lack of solidity
Anyone you meet
Might say the same in other words,
It’s all we’ve got to stand on
Namely a very true uncertainty
The ground on which we stand
Is the sky above our heads
I’m well aware that everything goes over my head
And that’s the ground I stand on
That nothing is there to be understood
Nothing sits still under micro-gazing
But that doesn’t mean I’m crazy
It just means I’m human
It just means I’m awake
It just means that I finally fell into oneness with the absence of any
Working equation,
That’s my super-reification
Quick flash to pay off the chaos,
Me or the world around me
Quick flash to pay off the chaos,
Immediate consumption of a moment

Let’s all get a little bit caught up
All the junk that everybody bought up
Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy
Take all of your useless toys
Hand ‘em over back and forth
Before they wind up on the shores
Make all of your useless noise
And celebrate the uncelebrated
Instigate a tune elevated
Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends
There is no end, just a million starts
Put an end to finishing things
Begin everything endlessly
Even if you do it a bit pretentiously
Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything
Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly
Track Name: IDC
It’s an aggressive apathy
Gently eating away at me
A heartfelt apology
Is so far beyond me
But don’t get me wrong
I feel like hell about it
But I don’t care enough
To put myself through it
The thing I feel worst about
Is how quietly I shout
When it comes to non-immediacy
I can only seem to care about me
But I’ve gotta say it honestly
And maybe not so guiltily
It’s never gonna be easy
But it’s always so easy to see

Under the sea,
Nobody can see me
I can sleep so safely
Freely sculpt my own ennui
The business of worrying
Is so tedious and boring
A light loathing and softly cringe
At the thought of ever crossing that bridge
 
Cuz I don’t care
No I don’t care
I wish I did
But not enough to care
 
Never helps to name the things
That always fail to pull my strings
Doesn’t help to name the few
That ever actually do
But I swear on the country I’m in
That I’m utterly genuine
When I say that I’d like to care
That I’d love to pull out all of my hair
Over others’ distress
There is no ultimate test
Oh, just a grim little question
Do you care at all, more or less
No amount of confession
Can lift it from your chest
 
You’re just as jaded as the rest
No, it isn’t so
In fact I’m more so
As I refuse to digress
From my own purposelessness
 
Under the sea,
Nobody can see me
I can sleep so safely
Freely sculpt my own ennui
The business of worrying
Is so tedious and boring
A light loathing and softly cringe
At the thought of ever crossing that bridge

Cuz I don’t care
No I don’t care
I wish I did
But not enough to care
 
Doesn’t mean I’ve got no heart
But doesn’t mean I’ve got no part in it
And it doesn’t mean I don’t get shocked
It just means my heart is blocked
But I refuse to lay blame
For my unremovable stain
But don’t get me wrong
I certainly feel a lot of stuff
I find it tough not to,
But when people say you’ve got to
Do something,
I say what is that?
And why are you
The gatekeeper to the holy match?
So all I gotta do is sign your petition,
Then I get into heaven,
That smacks of something else entirely
You polarize the picture misleadingly
And for that I never forgive
So I will not “like” your link,
I will not think about it when I sleep,
I will not dwell on it when I eat,
I will not ruminate in the shower,
I will not turn over in my head about who’s in power,
I will not obsess all day about the utterly avoidable delay
I will not think about who’s not had a bite to eat
Or who can’t sleep, or can’t stand on their own two feet,
I refuse to give in to bleeding hearts,
I was born without the parts to give two cents of mind
I take it back I openly lay blame
There’s no other way out,
I accidentally unraveled my knotted logic
I cannot live robotically,
There’s passion in everything,
Even apathy,
It’s aggressively eating away at me,
LOL, you’re so tongue in cheek,
ROTFL, you’re a stitch in me,
Please stop I can’t laugh anymore,
About the plight of the underpaid poor,
You perfectly pretend to be
The cold heart who wants to bleed
But can’t, because of the rampant, consumeristic, selfish solitude
Drilled in his head by a culture of marketing
And the biggest cultural innovation of his time
Allows him to live in a sense with people of a very different kind
But what about immediacy? And I don’t mean
Now, Now Now, Me, Me, Me
I mean those around me, the problems so close to me
They become distant, while far becomes close,
Is any of it real? Doesn’t have to be,
It’s all just a click away from delete
I wish I could delete myself sometimes
Sometimes I wish I could delete myself
 
Under the sea,
Nobody can see me
Sleep so safely
Freely sculpt my own ennui
The business of worrying
Is so tedious and boring
A light loathing and softly cringe
At the thought of ever crossing that bridge
 
Cuz I don’t care
No I don’t care

I wish I did
Track Name: A Belongs To Z
I’m so enormously tired
Of putting out this fire
I don’t wanna exhaust it
But I don’t think I could
Everyday I get so mad
Alarms blaring, sirens cook me up
Since I can’t cut somebody else
I wanna hurt myself
Boiling blood behind my skin
Flash of lightening within
And the burningest pain of all
Is the release I never win
Ooooh I wanna sin
 
(So maybe YOU can give in, soft love)
 
Put your hands above your head
Lay your feet out low
Lock your gentle eyes in mine
And feel my burning rage inside
I’m so obsessed with my mind
I need to unhinge what has been unhinged
And grind you up inside
I beg you
Bless me with a kiss
Soothe my unruly heart I need this
The only center I can’t see the end of
The only angel I can tie me up with
While untying myself
You let me unravel my unwrappedness
While you wrap me up in yourself
 
My heart needs your blood
Hands so tight around your heart
My voice around your center
Hold so tight to let go
 
So tight to let go
So tight to let go
So tight to let go
So tight to let go
So tight to let go
So tight to let go
So tight to let go
So tight
 
 
I’m losin my heavy head on radio
Same as losin my heavy heart in vacuo
Anybody hear me I said I can’t hear anybody
Anyone was near me they’d say they can’t see anybody
(but you can still hear me)
 
I don’t want you to feel this cold
But I know it’s the only way
Cuz your soft hot breath
Is gonna melt me all away
So often I burn up
Limbs on fire with violent hate
So frustrated trying to explain it
And you can’t translate (for me)
If I did what the hammer head wanted
I’d surely lose everything I’ve got
And so I turn to you, sweet one
Just let me feel that warm sun (you’ve got)
 
You’re the first grunt in my alphabet, the primary primal noise
My dawn of sound each day my dream to pronounce you as mine
It’s ninety-nine percent true but oh for that one percent
I dream of giving in to you and you giving over that one percent
It’s that little bit that nobody ever gets
It can’t be gotten but it counts for everything
And I gotta keep on trying cuz that’s what keeps me going
Giving over to you my burning blood
Inside your mind, inside your heart, inside of you
 
I dream of a bloody, fiery, ecstatic, painful, burning, blissful morning
In which we both unleash ourselves, our hells, on each other in violent loving
Pull me up, I’ll tear you apart, I’ll push your heart in pieces through your mouth
And claim it as my own, I’ll make it my home, and I’ll never leave you alone again
 
So tight to let go
Soooo tight to let go
Please don’t let me go
Track Name: Birds Of Paradise
Birds Of Paradise (originally by Peter Sue & Marc, Reinvented by Morris/Olson)
 
Who are you
who am I? Is it real
do we touch the sky?  
Nothing's real - just disguise
said the birds of paradise.
I'm afraid
can't you see
tell me where do you carry me.
You will soon realize
said the birds of paradise.
 
Flying home
flying home to the land that you once have known
To the beast that once was true for a little girl like you.
Flying home
flying home from a world that is made of stone
Till your heart is light and free like it once was meant to be.
 
How can I go ahead when my eyes are becoming wet?
Save your tears - dry your eyes
said the birds of paradise.
But the times passing by
say how long do we have to fly?
Moon will set, sun will rise
said the birds of paradise.
 
Flying home
flying home to the land that you once have known
To the beast that once was true for a little girl like you.
Flying home
flying home from a world that is made of stone
Till your heart is light and free like it once was meant to be.
 
Hear the sound
see the light
now I know that our way was right
Morning sun can make you wise
said the birds of paradise.
Who am I, who are you?
Stands to change us through and through
Makes no sense
In your eyes,
Like those birds of paradise