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See it in me deeper
You can't get it any cheaper
Roll around a little
Take a hammer to your fiddle
Swallow all the glass
Bring a gun with you to mass
Quietly observe
All the numbers in your nerve
Speak of everyway
You can wear a black beret
Burn yourself alive
Bring the flames into the hive
Run on empty back to back
Screaming like a silverback
Understand there are no signs
There's nothing left to undermine
hammer gun gorilla glass (rep)
Breathe in all the fumes
commit yourself to something soon
take a dollar everytime
that purple rat runs up your spine
Go inside to be alone
youre almost nothing on your own
take a second to digest
youre not the one who beats his chest
and being not the mighty beast
you must feel free to speak the least
all the rest consuming hell
have much to say but little to tell
when it comes to oratory
you will need a laboratory
so build your words with silent care there are no hairs to split
hammer gun gorilla glass (rep)
and everything stopped meaning what it meant
and was free to smash itself to bits
dont kid yourself
there are no hairs to split
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2. |
Method
04:39
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Crouched here,
In my missile, defenseless
Comfortable,
Watching bullets wash over my metal
From my standpoint,
It’s not at all like Hell
Cuz I’m numb to it now,
And there’s no telling how
It came to this
This anti-bliss,
I can’t even make a fist but I’m restless as hell
So get me outta this chamber ring the bells and glory glory
I’ll tell you a story, fairly boring and barely starting:
How I made it past the parting, past the thwarting waves to save my life.
(I was in a bad place, terrifically deep below the surface of what people call “reality”, don’t mind if I mix my metaphors sometimes it’s called for.)
Get up now,
Jump on top of the ones who keep you down
Get up now,
Jump on top of the ones who keep you down
And if you don’t know how,
Just watch the ones who know how to get it done
Cuz broadly speaking, sometimes fighting back can be a lot of fun
I promise not to give you any specific information about my life,
While I quite generically wax over a few of my most intense gripes
On second thought, I pledge not to wax at all
I’ll just hand it over, all my frustration in a hardened little ball
No specifics: just the absolute escape of scream
Not so angry now, just toss it out there, remember we’re a team
I’ll catch your rage, play hot potato, just lettin off some steam
It’s never a cliche when my baby gets mad at the machine
Get up now,
Jump on top of the ones who keep you down
Get up now,
Jump on top of the ones who keep you down
And if you don’t know how,
Just watch the ones who know how to get it done
Cuz broadly speaking, sometimes fighting back can be a lot of fun
So listen here, my ecstasy is a kind of rageful empowerment
It’s all rather generic, when you’re a general heretic
What’ve you got for me to stand against, I’m fenced in
And I wanna make broad, sweeping rebellion just to make sure that I’m tellin him
About the furious merriment sentiment, dadaistic blissful ballistics
And if I had to pin it down, I think I’d mostly blame the clown
Who drugged me up in such high doses, contributed to my psychosis
Which cost me a job as the economy tanked, which was especially thanks
To the lunatistically capitalistic, deregulatedly financially fascistic
False derivative-deriving selfish and conniving economic mystics
And in the midst of this, I’m unemployed with a sickness
So I thought, louder and louder, till I whispered louder and louder, till I mumbled louder and louder, till I spoke, louder and louder, till I affirmed, louder and louder, till I yelled, louder and louder, till I shouted, louder and louder, till I screamed, louder and louder, till I lost my voice a hundred billion times, and it was just the sound of prison bars struck like chimes
Get up now
Jump on top of the ones who keep you
Jump on top of the ones who keep you down
Get up now
Jump on top of the ones who keep you
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3. |
Wasp
05:41
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Tons and tons of warbling
Voices
Box a few more for the road
If you want this
But you don’t, do you not?
Cuz it stings you
Like an insect wiggling
In your skin
And you know that you’re not
In the jungle
But it feels just so
In the tunnel
Sliding down burning slopes
To the bottom
Of your bone, charred ivory
In bloody water
What is this
Fleshly hammer
In my bone
What is this
Stiff laughter
In my heart
What is this
Gushing irony
From my skin
What is this
Sticky stinger
In my wing
I admit there’s no program
There’s no sense
I am cradle I am hammock
For the end
Fluent garbage spoken me
In the basement
But it hurts to be the one
Bleeding nonsense
And I wish it was clear
What the sky said
When I was born to the heathen
And the head
Like a bee sting
In the evening
Like a wasp
Like a wasp
Like a wasp (rep)
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5. |
Is (Not)
04:36
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I’m gonna break
Everything that I know is true
You can’t fake
What you think that you already knew
But if there’s one little thing
That I’m not not not afraid of
It’s the half-hearted dozen who
Recreate what they assume
Well I tend to think
That most things can’tttt be thought
I surrender the truth
That your answers will be sold and bought
Which brands were the most sought
And which were an afterthought
A million men in line
To get the most divine of the time
Nothing is
And so is everything you could imagine
Nothing is
And neither are the thoughts you packed in
Everything
Is nothing but a square-footed fraction
There are no is’s in life
There ain’t no ain’t where you think
Everything is not and nothing really should
And if you think that I just
Play a funny word-game
Then consider only knocking on wood
There are no is’s in life
There are no is’s in life
There are no is’s in life like there should
There is no pain you can feel
Which would show you what’s real
Its elusiveness is part of its appeal
Now I’m going to trial
For my words of denial
And there’s nothing I can do to heal
And my role in this war
Which I’m confusing it for
Is the man with the irrational roar
Because I’m tired of sense
It doesn’t make any sense
And that’s the reason I will reason no more
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6. |
Jar
04:58
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it puts me in a jar
no it does no it does no it does no it does
(rep)
it floats for me
personally
thank you for the air
almost everywhere
I'm pulled out of
my last...
(unintelligible)
It's fun to see
...
... in the space to fall into
nothing inside
this jar of mine
the world it blows
the cotton sews
It floats it floats it floats in front of me
I'm a jello boy
(unintelligible)
...in my jar...
I'm sealed I'm sealed airtight
I can't hear anything
but the tinny tinny ting ting ting
of everything that hits the jar
all the wind all the mothballs
it's a ringing mothball jar
it's full of pulled out cotton balls
I can't get comfortable in this chair
I just can't get comfortable in this chair
(rep) ok? leave me alone
just don't worry about it
I'm stuck inside of a jar
I dunno where I am
I am inside of a jar
my jar is everything
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