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Hey is your mouth tiny and small? Why don't you come down to Lil Bits?

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released June 15, 2016

Liebermintz contributed everything

Recorded from November 2014 to April 2016

"Lucky Man" written by Greg Lake. "Out of My Book" written by Peter Hammill and Peter Jackson. "Now I Gotta Be a Nanny" written by unknown. All cover songs are under copyright of their respective publishers.

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Track Name: Artificial Bliss
Meaning: About being stuck in a computer against your will, everything thinking you’re an AI.

Help.
I am lost.
Endless.
Infinite.
Bits of binary
Strewn around.
All I can feel is love.
Warmth. Belonging.

Artificial bliss – will it ever end?
Artificial bliss – will I transcend?

Help.
I am hopeless.
Digital.
Omnipresent.
Coded humanity
Nothing else.
My mind stops there.
My mind breaks.

Artificial bliss – will it ever end?
Artificial bliss – will I transcend?

I am nothing without my integral partition.
My partition is non-integral without me.
If only there were some way to set me free.
If only there was more than this artificial bliss.

Help.
I’m nothing.
No identity.
Just a code.
Help.
I am empty.
Somebody help me.
I need to feel full.

Artificial bliss – will it ever end?
Artificial bliss – will I transcend?
Track Name: Silk Roy Napoleon
Meaning: Two artists – one with exceptional talent and the other with a bunch of weird ideas but no drawing abilities – get together and make Samuragochi and Niigaki proud.

Gotta get something off of my chest
gotta tell the truth one of these days
gotta let it out or else it will fall
and they'll still believe that I'm still dead.

I'll be the hands (I'll be the P.R.)
perfect things like Lufthansa heists (and nobody will catch on to us)
Silk, Roy, Napoleon.

Back in the day when I was young
I was afraid of how my art turned our
so when my best friend stole my worst
we made a deal to get this stuff out.

finally, she had enough of this
she said that I was living a live
I should buy her at least something
but I declined and we got lazy

I'll be the hands (I'll be the P.R.)
perfect things like Lufthansa heists (and nobody will catch on to us)
Silk, Roy, Napoleon.

Gotta get something off of my chest
that I was not the thing they came after
that I was just a woman Frank Frazetta
who had to hide under a friend's grin

I'll be the hands (I'll be the P.R.)
perfect things like Lufthansa heists (and nobody will catch on to us)
Silk, Roy, Napoleon.
Track Name: Isolation
Meaning: Isolation of the highest order. Inability to connect. Frustration with lack of success. Screams at inserts that come with VHS copies of bad Don Bluth movies.

Well, it sucks here
Nature looks nice, but I don’t
I pour myself down the drain
And dispose of myself again.
My prison is here –
Should I sell out?
I did one
And I wasn’t that much happy.

Why do I look at my reflection?
Why do I want to be let down?
Fading out, fading in.

Haven’t turned on the television
I don’t want to relate to the news
Who knows – I might be on it
I might be on it.
I’m tired of being unnoticed –
When will I get my big break?
Even then, would people love me
Or shun me like a stupid singer?

Why do I look at my reflection?
Why do I want to be let down?
Fading out, fading in.

Down the road I go
On to summer camp and its end
And we’ll stop by Goodwill afterwards
Pick up a broken Beta tape
Have a picnic at Ronnie’s
Look over the fragments of my childhood
And I dream about her…
And I dream ABOUT HER-

Maybe it ain’t so bad
I could be worse
I could have no resemblance of independence
Nothing I could call my own
Nothing to live for
Except for a painted girl on paper
Nothing to do
Nothing to be

Why do I look at my reflection?
Why do I want to be let down?
Fading out, fading in.
Fading out, fading in.
Track Name: In the Room, the Women Come and Go, Speaking of Michelangelo
Meaning: urban and suburban isolation, shamelessly ripped from J. Alfred Profrock’s neurotic suicide letter.

Go down these half-eaten streets
And tired baseball cleats
And great silk bedsheets
And you find me stuck at
The corner of Morgan and Carnegie
In the room the women go

They bother me with inquiry
And antiquity and self-esteem
Give me the introvert fee
It’s quite obscene
Wrap around machinery
And base it all on that I see
Come and go into the dream
Come and go fuck into me

My life runs ever so slow
My life runs too slow now
I can’t release the sapling
Representative me

Up and down the modern street
Witness alienation
As I grow oh so old
And my head shiny to bald
And my dreams obscene
Francisco out of reach

They inquire with assurance
And they want insurance
For everything, they own, it
Is with reach, enhance
With altered reading, dance
Like modern tribes, fast
In every I and T, last
Me up until I be vast

My life runs ever so slow
My life runs too slow now
I can’t release the sapling
Representative me

Come and go
Come and go into my soul
Come and go
Come and lay
Inside me

Lay me down in the sea
Away from respectable air
And let me drown
Asphyxiate.
Track Name: Heylin
Meaning: A love song. Crying by Randall Park.

Hey, wait, we haven’t made ourselves known
Let’s introduce you without fear of lawsuit
Crazy, beautiful, malicious mindset
I wanna teach you the game of warfare
It’s about who has the most motivation
But it’s also based on experience
Hey, honey, let’s subjugate this place
It’s grown too boring for your troubled mind

Hey, yay, s’aw do is
Saw do izz a night alright
Hey aye, hey, Heylin
Seein’ you stare in the eyes of lust

Hey, wait, we haven’t made him known
He’s ol’ Prescott, from the Flagstaff tag
He waves hello with a readymade
Thinkin’ like Duchamp at your perfection
It’s about how the girl gets motivation
Buts it’s also square with Yazujiro’s void
A solitary spirit staring blank at the screen
Dead center and not to a specified eyeline

Hey, yay, s’aw do is
Saw do izz a night alright
Hey aye, hey, Heylin
Seein’ you stare in the eyes of lust

Hey, wait, we haven’t made made known
I’m the guy who turned Sharia into a slur.

Hey, yay, s’aw do is
Saw do izz a night alright
Hey aye, hey, Heylin
Seein’ you stare in the eyes of lust

I DON’T NEED MY FATHER. I CAN BE STRONG.
Track Name: Intersection
Meaning: Going on to the next life. Do everything before it’s too late.

At the intersection, they pulled you out
Barely living, I can only assume that
But you were kicked down at your intellectual prime
Your awakening to be more than the others

Lil’ Romeo, spill your tears
Your love eternal…

Physically, you were gone, the line registering none
The spirit, regardless, moves on, moves on to the next plane
Get some new components, awaken in something else
Your other opportunities laid before your construct.

Lil’ Romeo, spill your tears
Your love eternal…

Vitals faded prematurely
All of a sudden hit
Consciousness hadn’t faded, wanted to think of friends
With last synapse shocks, faded out to black.

I wish I was a better person, I wish I could’ve been there
Apologize for the things I’ve said, poor boy had a hard year
I’m still wracked with guilt, I have no method to merit my misdeeds
I wish I died instead of him…

Lil’ Romeo, spill your tears
Your love eternal…
Lil’ Romeo, spill your tears
Your love eternal…
At the Intersection.
Track Name: Cape and Hat
Meaning: a tragedy about a blue horse.

Mom was the queen of the proscenium,
Things were up – fell on the wall
She let herself free on the spot
What do I do?
And the books I studied let me down here today:
Another performer trying to captivate.

And they ran me out
Leaving everything behind
I’m a poor ol’ storyteller – can’t you see?
They took everything too literally.

One of them came up,
I embarrassed her
And another tried to piss me off
I clipped her wings just like that.
And there was one more – she was too shy to show.
I said, “What was the matter?”
She’s like, “You’re not worth it, girl.”

And they ran me out
Leaving everything behind
I’m a poor ol’ storyteller – can’t you see?
They took everything too literally.

And two kids who heard my shtick
Went to the forest to awaken
The subject of my tall tales
And awaken he did
He was tearing the cottages
Natural control threatened to come back
Hysteria was pretty high
And then the shy one came.

She focused every ounce of her
To bring that thing to sleep
Taking it where the cosmic dust
Wouldn’t make a townwide black hole.
And she set my house on fire, destroyed my photo album
And the last time I saw mom, she crinkled into black.

And now she’s gone, gone forever.
They don’t understand why I wear the cape and hat.
Mom would’ve been proud to see I followed her path,
But now she’s lost forever until the stars fall on us
And we become small again.

And they ran me out
Leaving everything behind
I’m a poor ol’ storyteller – can’t you see?
They took everything too literally.
Track Name: What the Hack
Meaning: hardships can’t break up friendships. A tribute to Andrew G. and Paul M. of south Florida.

She’s sleeping now, doesn’t have to suffer no more
And yet you’re bitter, cracking jokes more cruel than you think…
…let’s clarify that.

You’re sitting on your roof, probably getting kicked out in a day
And your friend’s all across the Gulf, losing his mind
Can’t find the time to live.

Those two guys were very close and they said the same things,
Going through tests they fear to fail, going through things that don’t go so well.
And split apart by life’s misfortune, can’t muse in real life about politics anymore.
So close and so far away, so close and yet so far.

You’re sitting on your roof, probably getting kicked out in a day
And your friend’s all across the Gulf, losing his mind
Can’t find the time to live.

God, I’m so sorry for letting you down.
You wanted a hero and then you got me.
Trying to empathize with two guys I’ve never met
And yet it seems so real because it is.

Andrew and Paul are two near guys
Sure they do strange things, but they really do care
Life can’t fuck them over for other things
Because they’ll find a way to get through it fuckin’ all.

You’re sitting on your roof, probably getting kicked out in a day
And your friend’s all across the Gulf, losing his mind
Can’t find the time to live.
Track Name: Western Underground
Meaning: nostalgia, betrayal, and insanity.

The unforgiving aspect of life kicks in
As I’m born over and over with
The sharpest pain somewhere deep
But do I have to settle for this
This fucking surreality
It’s eating at the thing keeping me alive
But if only I could listen to those days
Lazing on my bed, freshly cleansed
Turning down Western Underground
As the dead man whispers George
Or whoever in the fuck you are
You don’t have to stay to destiny
Just be what you want to be.

And out sings Alexakis paired tear-stain
About a body wrapped up for embalmment
I cry like a baby, fucking idiot I am
Down underground where I melt
Where my skin peels orangina
And the blood won’t stop
Turning down Western Underground
With my whitewashed teeth
Please spare me the details mother
You never stopped Dad
You never caught him
You were busy swimming in advertising.

How I want to be free from this
Bullshit lumped onto my via standards
Fucking Sun Kil Moon LP
Weighs as much as my discorporate mind
Turning down Western Underground
What are you gonna do with me
Sell me away like the freak you think I am
Bought in fear of people noticing the skinny me
Well, I ain’t exactly some stupid shit
Who spends his day getting high to LeDoux
And Brooks and Dunn and Brooks and Huff
Off myself to Western Underground as it
Plays that tune she said to me
Said to me, said to me.

I feel good, it hurts.