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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?
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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.
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Gone Fishing 00:34
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Isolation 03:57
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.
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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.
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Heylin 03:12
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.
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Intersection 03:14
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.
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Cape and Hat 04:48
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.
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Lucky Man 04:24
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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.
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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.

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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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