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released April 26, 2017

Guitar and vocals by Leo Brill
Percussion and vocals by Joey Burnah
Cello on Burn Out, Super Predator, Right Skin, Magic Beans by Jessie Dettwiler
Violin on Burn Out, Right Skin by Loren Naldoza

Recording and production by Kevin Carafa (www.kevincarafa.com)
Album art by Ross Jackson (www.rossjackson.cool)

Released at Ash Street Saloon in PDX on April 26th, 2017.

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Track Name: Luckies
In two weeks I'll put in my two weeks again
So why get better when I can stay sick forever?
This is as committal as I've been
Last year's resolutions came and went
My stupid secular version of lent
Good God. Such a chore
Don't flip a lucky anymore
Every one's the same on the inside
And only made unique when you flip them on their heads
As it is written, so it shall be
Until we find something else to read
I stole a page from my own book
I thought it earned another look
And the deja vu swept through
Like stepping in shit and wondering, "who?"
Good God. Such a chore
Don't flip a lucky anymore
Everyone's the same on the inside
And only made unique when you flip them
Track Name: Binary Fission
Fisheye periscope to a sepia place
Deadweight centerpiece resembles your face
I'm so close that I can see
all your pixels in HD
We flow slow now,
Like the clot the stopped the heart of God
Eyes down, I walked into traffic and didn't notice
Eyes up, trying to get the blur to focus
My outbox is full but no one's heard my voice in a long damn time
The soma comes and brings a waking sleep
I woke up present day and tried to cry
It had been awhile
Eyes down, I walked into traffic and didn't notice
Eyes up, trying to get the blur to focus
I swallowed a chrome tablet and turned it off and on again
Off and on again
Off and on
Off, on
Oft anonymous, I might glitch if you look
It might be funny if it weren't quite so sad
I'd quit if I didn't want to start so bad
I'd jump if I weren't so high
Watch that motherboard fry
Binary fission, it breaks apart
And zeroes and ones fall out
Track Name: Old Feelings
Leech me of the poison
'Cause otherwise it's pointless
Screaming these old feelings from a castle on a cliff
I stop to wonder if there is a reason I am pissed
Shovel in the black coal
Ponder the boiling point of the soul
Shovel in the black coal
I am too young to be old
Tell me something nice please
Drain me of the disease
I pickled the core in something murkier than brine
And now I wonder if these thoughts are even mostly mine
Shovel in the black coal
Ponder the boiling point of the soul
Shovel in the black coal
I am too young to be old
Leech me of all of this poison
This wretched present tenseness is senseless
Track Name: Common Space
When I get to have the house all to myself
I clean the couch for bus fare
When I get to have the house all to myself
I clean the fridge for breakfast
When I get to have the house all to myself
I don't do anything
When I get to have myself all to myself
I think about everybody else
The cell phone turns me into
a remote controlled drone
When I get to have the house all to myself I don't do anything
Hang up the decorations
Dressed up to feel complacent
Even books become decoration
Fermenting in the basement
When I get to have the house all to myself
I'm sick or stoned or somewhere else
Avoiding the half-assed projects
Orbiting my dense home and head
When I get to have the house all to myself
I don't do anything
Sick in the common space
Coughing muffled, pillow face
Sickening the common space
That dead weight just takes my place
Track Name: Sleep For Dinner
I want to cut it out but I'm scared I'll botch the job
Thought it was good but in fact it was not
Concede conception was not meant to be
Bough out now, tear limb from tree
GIfted me a compass and a cold, then we parted
Swiped away the monochrome mandala that we started
What else can I do but smear the blue through this season too?
Picked apart an animal not meant to see inside
And I died, I died, I died
Grievances aired all of the time on this public access
Practicing our relationship sabotage tactics
Anything that you have to say
I don't want to know it
But I've got a bit of ballast and I will unload it
Look in the pantry and it all says "no"
Do we have to sleep for dinner though?
Don't do much. Times are lean
Life is hard, life is mean
I can’t stand to hurt your heart but I did it anyway because I could
not stand to know your friends but I did it anyway because I should
Be cool, but be a human being
Grow up, get better at whatever
You bite, but I know you're only teething
You're real but I think the word's misleading
Bumped elbows with the self-important
Bought beers that could not be afforded
I can’t stand to hurt your heart but I did it anyway because I could
not stand to know your friends but I did it anyway because I should
have done it differently, but I shit the nest the way I always do
Track Name: Only Children
A pittance to maintain us in this war of attrition
But I won't listen and you won't clean the kitchen
As bad as it becomes
Parts are now sum
But we can let go of made up love
Try to forget what once was
In time lose track of what we dreamt of
No tool kit
To fix it
A family of only children
What doesn't improve may kill them
As bad as it is now
A home becomes a house
But we can't pretend for one more month
Try to act like you're not so dumb
In time lose track of what we dreamt of
Track Name: Party Hole
You spun round for quite some time before
You could close your eyes
And that cozy nest you found was only
Thorns in disguise
Discomfort is not the symptom
It is the stuff you're made of
And whatever you are afraid of
It is behind your eyelids
Maybe you long for aloneness and don't notice
Maybe you harbor some hate in your current state
Maybe you had done more bad, more than you thought that you had
Even when you feel happy some part of you is still sad
I have a taste for some things that I can't even stomach
So I fell in
War or peace, feast or famine
Swim upstream, bear eats salmon
Where there was once a soul, there's a party hole
Certainly no comfort, love, if you thought there was
You promised that you would visit but you didn't
Will people stick to plans? Stop sitting on their hands?
Track Name: Reruns
Comfort is easy and comfort is cruel
I'll be tossing and turning soon
Getting tired of this tune
Let us hasten to review
Roses on the sewer grates and roses on the dumpsters
The floral scent of everything is really just a bummer
Don't let it get to your head
Transient sadness; ephemeral glee
The fickle kaleidoscope within me
Thinking those bad thoughts. Staring at toilet
Objectively humorous predicament
Hearing kids on trampoline and hating everyone's fun
I know I saw this episode it’s just a fucking rerun
Don't let it get to your head
Should I call and reach out for a friend
To shamelessly commentate my end
In through nose and out through mouth
Remind me what I'm about
Saw this episode already though
And I was not fond of this sad show
Stop showing me reruns
Stop showing me reruns
Stop showing me reruns
Track Name: Shit Sandwich
Pipsqueak don't care much for me
Better pray I'm not a predator
Were you born like this?
Or were you crumpled up in a bigger person's fist
I was begging for a wound back then
You were something different in my head
It’s as good as it’ll get
In the clutches of a giant infant
I was fully diminished in an instant
Does it make you big to make me smaller?
To the whale man I am krill
Get in belly, make the kill
Before I get the knife in
Whale man starts to pipe in
“Fuckin’ A, you floater
do just what I told you.”
I just want to quit
But I am still making spit
And skimming the fat
Track Name: Burn Out
Anode to cathode:
what are the charges we imparted
and are you shocked you’re out of energy?
Burning out, bulb
You got excited for a second
But not enough for you to see
House that guilt built
Tears for spilt milk
Light left on long
But now you foot the bill alone
Electrons jump at the chance to illuminate your life
But it turns out your soul mate just wasn't your type
And you lived up to something that wasn't your hype
Even when you're reminded you left on the light
House that guilt built
Tears for spilt milk
Light left on long
But now you foot the bill alone
Track Name: Here Come The End Times
I cannot help but sleepily smile
Through my morning window I watch the riots
They're mad at the way you behaved
Superstitiously spit on your grave
Sow the earth with salt
Scream till it’s not my fault
The loudest monkey gets the fruit
He’ll go get fitted for his suit
Couldn’t pick between the obvious evil
And the one disguised as good for the people
Something's gotta give this go round
Burn this dated house to the ground
Sow the earth with salt
Scream till it's not my fault
Most vicious monkey gets the fruit
I'll go get fitted for my suit
Are you aware of the shit we talk?
When you're out of town or up the block
I try to think of a decent joke
But it stopped being funny a while ago
Absent headed leeches are feeding
Don’t want to go there could not believe it
And I’m not superstitious but here come the end times
Bruised pithy peach took a trust fall and splattered
As if feeding needy was ever what mattered
And I’m not superstitious but here come the end times
Track Name: Fixer Upper
Take your knowledge and lord it over me
Cut out my eyes; I’ve chosen not to see
Nothing is the way it ought to be
‘Cause no one’s keeping freedom free
Now it costs a fee
I have to let those people be near me
My attempt to understand the irony fails
While my dogma chases its tail
Drinking from the faucet but it’s mostly liquid lead
Brain’s a fixer upper but I’ll knock it down instead
I won’t shed a tear
For people I allowed to be here
And if you even think to try and touch my border
Hateful retribution of the highest order
When the big mouth opens up to scream
The scariest thing is that you agree
Track Name: Rubber Checks
Good old blood stood in defiance
Subsequently bulldozed with silence
Bones of ancients burned
Their protest never heard
Money feeds a void needs filling
No eye can see down the hole we’re drilling
Dropped a pebble down
Swallowed by its own sound
Your eyes are cloudy, skull is thick
You’ll pay for making mother sick
One way or the other
We’re all murdered by our brother
So we pump the black up faster
to challenge God to stop us
To let there be light in our cubicles
Can’t you see we’re both protecting our assets?
You took that rubber check and cashed it
Wish the money lasted
So swallow your pride and shake hands with the serpent
‘cause no one’s perfect
A post-modern Jesus turns water to oil
A miracle bubbling up from the soil
Rubber bullets bouncing, bouncing off of saints
You tried to force your way on through the gates
With only your own hell to pay
May your burn in your own way
And if it’s not later today
Then it’s coming soon, I pray
Track Name: Right Skin
Meanwhile at the refuge
Patriots walking free
Nausea like a deluge
Is washing over me
It’s not your property, it’s a welcome mat
The spoils to the spoiled brat
The religion that the almighty
Worked out between you both
All three are his mouthpiece
Father, son, holy ghost
Turns out I do not have the constitution for this
You face the wind and take a long piss
The birds are watching you take your stand
Wondering what it must be like to own a piece of land
Simultaneously at the sanctuary they were feeling cheated
Not truly even knowing what it’s like to be mistreated
You made your case against the government
The glorious campaign you underwent
Semi-automatics at your temple
Got let off with a stern talking to
Good thing you were born with the right skin
Or we’d find a grave or cell for you to rot in
Track Name: Lip Service
Pick apart your pellet
after you expel it
and see the sad remains
the evidence of rage
You're working up a froth
but your rhetoric's facade
And you nearly thrice forgot
What your platform was
History repeats
With volume at peak
Pander upon LCD
Faces twist in ecstasy
He's talking only just for me
Doing lip service to someone else's god
Basking in the lowest common denominator’s applause
Such a sweet feeling
Sunlight on cold skin
The populace is shocked to watch your sickly form disrobe
Lucky you inherited your father's invisible clothes
The evil of two lessors
Lending out a nation
Metaphoric reptiles
Running out of patience
Track Name: Super Predator
I saw you in my light
Such pleasant prey to bite
You will put up a fight
But then it’s justified
And in daydreams
roll around in my hate
A carcass that
my pride and I just ate
And there will be no argument
There will be no debate
If you’re looking for a reason
then you’re just a little late
The cycle just continues
‘cause I’m backed up by my mates
You had it all on camera
But the footage must’ve lied
‘Cause all of my companions
were right there when you died
They could tell you had it coming
And my talons told it too
And never mind your innocence
you were born to be my food
Who’s the super predator?
Who’s the super predator?
Who’s the super predator?
Who?
Track Name: Holy Bull
Laid up in castes, a holy bull
munching on grass leaves me boring
out a hole inside my head
Filled a tank with noxious gas and made it air
Saw events objectively and made them fair
and where can I go now
The machinations of a long dead culprit
Spitting bile from a cardboard pulpit
Kick it over, run away
Only mad that you won’t stay
Fingers down throat and sick all over everything
Fan fared poorly while spiraling wildly
And idling idly, your hands at the wheel
Preparing to feel
Small concessions for a hunger strike
But you won’t get any of the snacks you like
Practicing tactfulness
You racked your brains for common sense
But none to be had
Track Name: Patriarch
He built a pretty castle out of mostly brawn
But woke up in the morning and the whole thing gone
Maybe for the first time he
Wonders why does it have to be me
He found another scapegoat and he ties her hands
Avoiding any mirrors just as best he can
Maybe for the last time he
Doesn’t like the thing he sees
You’re a hateful shitty backwater bastard but you’re a patriarch
You’re a fucking barely sentient slime mold but you’re a patriarch
Something’s just a little wrong
I’m not allowed to sing this song
He wrote a shitty contract using mostly hate
Botched english that’d be more use to immolate
Burning up a turn of phrase
Next day he returns with just the same
Why is privilege your god-given birthright?
Just ‘cause you came out with both an x and y?
If you think you’re smarter
‘Cause you’re equipped with certain parts then you are wrong
You’re a hateful shitty backwater bastard but you’re a patriarch
You’re a fucking barely sentient slime mold but you’re a patriarch
Track Name: Oligarch
I knew you were cheap when I noticed you’d not removed the tag from your shirt
I would have mentioned it but I didn’t think it would do too much to lessen the hurt
Of living in a shack with your spawn and eating out of cans every night
And I can’t take it back having kept you there by working deals out in the dark
Day by day I dabble in the quaint affairs of people below
Keep them productive and eventually I’ll reap what they sow
They thought that they had made a tidy little home for themselves
How very touching just to watch them try so hard to fill up their shelves
You put the quarter in and moved the claw to the toy you desire
But fruitlessly it closes so you call the machine a liar
I see them notice wrongs and try to use their voices
How very sweet it is to watch them think they’re making choices
Track Name: Magic Beans
Live within your means
But plant the magic beans
And fill your little pantry
With sentiments of plenty
Go follow your bliss
But always comes to this
Prepare for defeat
Cause you can’t make ends meet
Sad and slow
See garden grow
Grind your teeth
It seems so bleak
But then you end your work week
Cannot see many prospects
Living paycheck to paycheck
Got some little projects
That I tend to forget
Leap and the net will appear
But cannot let go without fear
Crawling out of holes
In broad cycles
Sit and cry
Watch garden die
I’m clocked in
Can’t water them
Desiccated by the weekend
Live within your means
But plant the magic beans
And fill your tiny heart up
With silly little art stuff