3 am. Swamp lined stretch of I-10 southwest
Louisiana. A borrowed blue ninety two Econoline. Tweaked out weeks of sleeping in the day. Nights of spastic foam mannequins. Electro-noise. Smoke and strobe warehouses. Seedy clubs. Charlie’s uncle Steve’s stash of fucked up found sound cassettes and
explorations of the abstract. Every night from Miami to
to Atlanta to New Orleans.
Locked up in The Ruins for a week with vintage keys, dirty guitars, the shiny drums, lecture tapes, samplers, Bulleit, Grace Jones, and Evel Knievel.
No Dancing. Recommended in a
reversible deck on a desert highway.
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3 am. Swamp lined stretch of I-10 southwest
Louisiana. A borrowed blue ninety two Econoline. Tweaked out weeks of sleeping in the day. Nights of spastic foam mannequins. Electro-noise. Smoke and strobe warehouses. Seedy clubs. Charlie’s uncle Steve’s stash of fucked up found sound cassettes and
explorations of the abstract. Every night from Miami to
to Atlanta to New Orleans.
Locked up in The Ruins for a week with vintage keys, dirty guitars, the shiny drums, lecture tapes, samplers, Bulleit, Grace Jones, and Evel Knievel.
No Dancing. Recommended in a
reversible deck on a desert highway.
split pursuit tape co.
lyrics
Echoes at Masquerades
Scalded your hands while driving your fate
There is no passage for you at the Piper's gate
Walked past the fury and rage
Buried your hands, your feet and your face
I DON'T THINK SO
Now he is walking on the edge of a wicked plague
Stealing echoes and faces from masquerades
Go on and join them, they're calling
you, you, you want them
All their egos are wailing and hollering
(you are so normal).
No more travels alone
No more flames in your bones
All your vague recollections are gone, gone, gone.
I DON'T THINK SO
I DON'T THINK SO
I DON'T THINK SO (all of their fiendish ways)
Underwater
Quiet down now
Before you wake up
All your neighbors
Quiet down now
They're all friends
Because they think
That you'll be famous
Quiet down now
Every time
Every time
Every time I turn around
I'm on fire
Underwater
I'm on fire
Underwater
See them standing there in the distance
Always walking and talking and pairs
Have you rode the roller coaster
Over the ocean, NO, well, I think you should
Jesus spoke one word
And a dead man sat up
But give me three and I'll be smarter
But right now
I'm on fire
Underwater
Nightwatch
Remedy
Remedy
I see them coming down
Off your fiery hands in rage
Through that funny masquerade
On my puffy white parade
Remedy
Remedy
Why are you so chic and so shiny
With your butterscotch tie
And your candy lining
What is the meaning
What is it missing
Codewords
And plot lines
Hand jobs
And timelines
Remedy
Remedy
Under the braveness
Of a fellow's fears
They multiply fast
With their know-it-all gears
Hiding signs
They find
That read...
Feed me Feed me Feed me Feed me
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