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01. Editors & Obits
03:33
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She spent her time writing obits for the people who were passing by,
Did she get their lives right?
Did she get their lives right?
Or was it a complete mistake?
Is it something that you now hate?
Did it keep you up at night awake?
Did it tear you down?
That a life could be summed up in numbers and nouns and not even fill up a page?
And not even fill up a page?
And now you feel like you’re on a roller coaster but backwards.
And now you feel like you’re on a roller coaster but backwards.
When it all comes down,
When it all comes down,
When the bodies become the ground.
He spent his life editorializing from his own pen,
Did he get the lines right?
Did he get the lines right?
Or did he go insane, racking his brain, tallying the body count
A drink in his hand, to the point where he can’t stand,
He jumped the top rope with no note.
Well he took a stand, he was a real newspaperman,
Well he took a stand,
He was a real newspaperman.
And now you feel like you’re on a roller coaster but backwards
And now you feel like you’re on a roller coaster but backwards
When it all comes down,
When it all comes down,
When the bodies become the ground.
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02. Slept It Off
03:27
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Mice have taken refuge in my car’s air conditioner
And I’m about to declare all-out war
Because this is the car I need to use to go out on tour
And the frustration of a lack of proper foundation,
Is maybe why we saw that guy tear out his eyes and loose his mind,
But I once heard it’s the complex combination of a chemical reaction,
And the decision is not even yours.
And I guess it’s the season to unconsciously stream uneven,
And I guess it’s the reason you’ve only felt like you’ve been dealing,
And all you want is healing, but your mind is constantly plotting treason.
It’s a birthday celebration of an occasion you forgot,
So you tied a rose and spoke a poem and went home to sleep it off,
It’s a birthday celebration of an occasion you forgot,
So you tied a rose and spoke a poem and went home to sleep it off,
So I lost the battle to the enemy,
So I shook his hand because I was beaten into defeat,
But now I’m wishing that I was just a little bit more petty,
But sometimes that’s just how things go,
When you go toe to toe, with forces that you don’t know
You can retire but that weight is god damn heavy,
And no one wants to go out on a loss,
And no one wants to see that belt strapped on someone else,
So you volunteer yourself to be strangled in a mayday scarf
and hung from a tree with its bark carved off,
With different shades of color covering you up
When you pull yourself out of the grave
That someone you don’t know made,
Rubbing the snow from your eyes,
When you look outside,
Will it look sublime?
Or more like an earthquake?
It’s a birthday celebration of an occasion you forgot,
So you tied a rose and spoke a poem and went home to sleep it off,
It’s a birthday celebration of an occasion you forgot,
So you tied a rose and spoke a poem and went home to sleep it off.
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03. A Dog's Humanity
03:03
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And I can’t explain the pain of the human race,
Or why dogs are attracted to chasing cars,
When both situations end up the same.
And faces become shapeless,
When you spend all your time studying the stasis of rain,
And I know men who are worse than a suicidal moth to a flame.
And isn’t it strange that heart beats change at the sound of a different name,
Or that an animal can recognize the difference in its owner’s weight.
Subjective views have turned into world feuds,
That no one knew would indirectly affect you.
An American dream, a night terror,
Is the economic scene crushing you?
But you’re left with very few options though,
A stable of weapons,
Which one do you choose?
And I’m even tired in my dreams,
It’s like the riot police have,
Invaded my dreams and I count one, two
And I’m even tired in my dreams,
It’s like the riot police have,
Invaded my dreams and I count…
If you’re feeling unnerved and disturbed by the world,
Then maybe it’s best that you take your chance
By joining the herd.
But for her it was still too absurd,
So she smoked some pesticide and drank some gasoline.
Well in the dessert there,
There’s no sea,
Well in the desert there’s no sea.
Subjective views have turned into world feuds
That no one knew would indirectly affect you.
An American dream, a night terror,
Is the economic scene crushing you?
And I’m even tired in my dreams,
It’s like the riot police have,
Invaded my dreams and I count one, two
And I’m even tired in my dreams,
It’s like the riot police have,
Invaded my dreams and I count…
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04. Host of a Ghost
03:24
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If death is the end,
Will it be like ink running out of my pen?
Indentations in pages, words crippled in stages?
Or will it be like a big party where everyone is sipping tea and watching whales?
But no one’s last wound is healed
But what if it’s like, sitting at a table with someone who once cared?
Though mouths are zippered, words won’t even reach a whisper.
And you want to feel something inside,
But nothing ever feels quite right.
Spring always comes right on time.
But you say the weather’s whatever,
Yeah but you say the weather’s whatever.
So you traveled backwards,
Searching for answers,
In places where you gave in.
So you search coast to coast,
Looking like the host for someone else’s ghost,
But not close,
To any sort of clue,
Of what you’re supposed to do.
Radio in complete hysteria,
Shopping malls devouring like listeria,
Tell me what’s more dangerous,
Nature or people in gathering areas?
And you want to feel something inside,
But nothing ever feels quite right.
Spring always comes right on time.
But you say the weather’s whatever,
Yeah but you say the weather’s whatever.
And the city dictates life with neon lights,
And you fantasize what’s underground,
And the city can take lives with neon knives
And put you in the ground,
Take away your sound.
And you want to feel something inside,
But nothing ever feels quite right.
Spring always comes right on time,
But you say the weather’s whatever,
Yeah but you say the weather’s whatever.
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05. With You Gone
03:30
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And we’re sleeping in different time zones,
I think my body knows,
So when you coming home?
And with you gone,
I gave myself a bloody nose,
And with you gone,
My personality grows so cold
And I don’t hear the ring on my phone,
And I still have all your clothes,
So I guess I got the time to get ready for the next string of shows.
Airports and train stations,
Lost keys and difficult situations,
You can keep me waiting.
And I can take you as far you want,
And I promise I won’t leave you there,
Well I guess there’s something in the air.
And I can take you as far you want,
And I promise I won’t leave you there,
Well I guess there’s something in the air.
And my dreams have been empty without you next to me,
If the mornings are bright, it makes it seem more bleak,
So when you coming home?
And with you gone,
I’m half as bold and I feel so old,
And with you gone this house creaks, but no one else speaks
So when you coming home?
And we’re sleeping in different time zones,
I think my body knows,
So when you coming home?
Airports and train stations,
Lost keys and difficult situations,
You can keep me waiting.
And I can take you as far you want,
And I promise I won’t leave you there,
Well I guess there’s something in the air.
And I can take you as far you want,
And I promise I won’t leave you there,
Well I guess there’s something in the air.
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06. Retirement Centers
03:07
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An old man from his chair,
He sits and stares at the sea.
But he’s actually unaware that he’s staring at a screen,
If the picture changes he thinks he’s in a dream.
He’s polite to all the nurses, he never curses,
He sits there dressed in a tie.
He’s waiting there happy in a fragmented mind,
Never does he notice the time.
And these days,
I’ve had a miserable way,
Of looking at things,
And these days,
I’ve had miserable way,
Of looking at things.
And I’m not sure if it’s any social disorder,
Or I’m just getting older,
But my hair is grey and I’m gaining weight,
And my body doesn’t feel the same,
But god damn it I’m not getting any younger,
Well if we look down under we’ll find bones asunder,
If we look down under we’ll find bones asunder.
And I don’t want to wake up on the wrong side of me.
And from his chair he sits and stares at the sea,
but he’s unaware that he’s actually staring at a screen,
yeah he’s unaware.
And these days,
I’ve had a miserable way,
Of looking at things,
And these days,
I’ve had miserable way,
Of looking at things.
I’ve had miserable way,
Of looking at things.
And these days and these days.
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07. Not Myself
03:28
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Lately I haven’t been feeling like myself,
Is it disease or is it me, I can’t tell.
And what do you decide to dream when you’re half asleep?
Is it a nineteen fifties movie screen,
Where you can count the lead actor’s teeth?
Or is the theater of your mind on fire?
When the film burns away, melting the actors into clay.
Lately I haven’t been feeling like myself,
Is it disease or is it me, I can’t tell.
Well Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! How are you?
We haven’t talked in a while,
Let’s pretend things are normal.
Well Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! How are you?
We haven’t talked in a while,
Let’s pretend things are normal.
Lately she hasn’t seemed like herself,
Dragging a carcass through a circus called hell.
And I’m doubting that your words have answers,
And that’s why I turned away.
And this inane conversation,
Well it’s driving me insane.
And if I can get one over myself,
If I can get one over myself,
If I can get over myself.
Lately she hasn’t seemed like herself,
Dragging a carcass through a circus called hell.
Laying inside your bed,
How many discussions have you had?
In your head? In your head?
Laying inside your bed,
How many discussions have you had?
In your head? In your head?
Well Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! How are you?
We haven’t talked in a while,
Let’s pretend things are normal.
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08. The Gambler
03:00
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You say I should lower my expectations but I can’t.
I thought we were capable of so much more…
So is isolation the last line of defense when,
You’re the only one who’s still keeping score?
So we fumble our words and use analogies and metaphors to obscure,
Because we no longer know what we really stand for.
So why don’t you tell me?
So Is it really remarkably different now?
Now that you buried your dice into the ground?
And all you can see is the boredom of life all around.
Hearts and stomachs don’t always see eye to eye,
It’s the convoluted nature of gambling on what’s a truth and what’s a lie.
And you can count cards until your face turns hard,
And your fingers blister with the oppressive heat of indecision,
And your voice breaks with every change you can imagine,
And this table is losing its patience with you yet again.
I say you should lower your expectations but you can’t,
That last bet was worth so much more…
So why don’t you tell me?
So Is it really remarkably different now?
Now that you buried your dice into the ground?
And all you can see is the boredom of life all around.
Yeah you’re like an elephant in troubled water,
Yeah you’re like an elephant in troubled water,
And you’re looking for your looking for your next fix to make you rich,
Yeah you’re looking for your next fix to make you twitch,
Yeah you’re looking for your next fix to make you sick,
Yeah you’re looking for someone,
Yeah you’re like an elephant in troubled water.
So why don’t you tell me?
So Is it really remarkably different now?
Now that you buried your dice into the ground?
And all you can see is the boredom of life all around.
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09. The King
03:33
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And it comes full circle since you’re back to the earth,
And the deals with god you made don’t exist.
And it makes you sick to think, religion was a proper fix to calculate your problems with.
And I think maybe I should keep this all to myself, myself, myself, myself,
And I think maybe I should keep this all to myself, myself, myself, myself,
And what business is it of mine,
If someone else finds solace in some old book’s lines?
Even if I’m seeing it destroy other people’s lives,
I’m seeing nature and religion as the same side.
Because they both kill to survive,
And theology is just an excuse why,
So where should we look high,
If it’s just dead planets in the sky?
And the king has given a speech that has lost its vision,
And it makes you want to take your clothes off,
And wash the words gone.
And the king has given a speech that has lost its vision,
And it makes you want to take your clothes off,
And wash the words gone.
And you’re trapped in your apartment,
Like a lab rat in a cage,
Your mind’s a hazy maze,
In a drug fueled rage you scream “history and mystery no longer make sense to me”.
If we’re going to make prostrations,
Maybe we should make them to crustaceans found under snow and stone?
Maybe we should look in the undertow?
And maybe I should keep this all to myself, myself, myself?
And maybe I should keep this all to myself, myself, myself?
And the king has given a speech that has lost its vision,
And it makes you want to take your clothes off,
And wash the words gone.
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10. Predatory Fish
03:20
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I could spread curses in the verses that I left in the wake of the waves where my bodied stayed,
And I made a few friends while I was floating in the ocean who picked at brittle bones and dead hair,
And they didn’t seem to care about the terms or conditionings that had led me there,
As a strange ambassador to their coral reef I was just another feast,
Laying on my back being nibbled on by fish staring up at the sky,
I saw two jets crash,
No parachutes did detach, it was over in a flash,
Well it was over in a flash,
Well it was over in a flash.
And our whole lives we’ve been trying to confuse,
By trying to allude to nothing at all,
Nothing at all,
And our whole lives we’ve been trying to confuse,
By trying to allude to nothing at all,
Nothing at all.
And I’m decomposing over time,
Sun can mesmerize,
But I’m not really blind,
To the fact that these turtles and fish that are eating my skin,
Are not to be trusted,
And most interactions barely carry over the fraction,
Of human reaction, they’re just transactions,
To get us to our favorite distractions,
And moving around people I can be a disappearing act,
And surprisingly I’m actually happy with that tact.
Well maybe that’s something I should look at?
Well maybe that’s something I should look at?
And what do you look at when,
You’ve looked at everything?
You’ve looked at everything so much?
And our whole lives we’ve been trying to confuse,
By trying to allude to nothing at all,
Nothing at all,
And our whole lives we’ve been trying to confuse,
By trying to allude to nothing at all,
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
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11. Trash Can Fire
03:29
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And I disrespectfully disagree,
That the only change there can be,
Is deep inside of me.
Because the universe is made up of an equation that,
That wraps around words,
And pulls into a vacuum that is nowhere near centered around the earth.
Or at least I can’t believe,
That the rich and white are the only ones who get to hear the sacred verse,
That no one’s heard.
And it worries me that everyone here,
Is cutting off ears,
And stitching them,
Into a rosary.
Well I was told,
That there is no hope because my compass broke,
Well I was told,
Because my compass broke that there is no hope.
And what’s my excuse,
To use these last moments up,
That we have on this rock.
And there’s no one else I’d rather be with to watch,
The last of the seconds tick off the clock,
But I don’t believe that love conquers all,
And I don’t believe history will absolve.
And there’s a trash can fire that burns deep inside of me,
That burns deep inside of you.
And we’re all just waiting to infect everyone,
With the most natural,
With the most natural breeze,
With the most natural breeze.
Well I was told,
That there is no hope because my compass broke,
Well I was told,
Because my compass broke that there is no hope.
Well I was told,
That there is no hope because my compass broke,
Well I was told,
Because my compass broke that there is no hope.
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12. |
12. Plans
03:11
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And it’s been laid out clear,
But where do we go,
Go from here?
And the secret messages you wrote have eroded,
And they can’t be decoded,
And spies have tried to decipher these,
Semi cryptic lines,
All they find is riddles in barbed wire twine,
And you spent your last dime on supplies
For a crime you didn’t even get to commit,
Sitting in a jail cell,
Hoping they won’t find your real last name.
It’s been laid out clear,
But where do you go,
Go from here?
And it’s been a few years,
But no one has the time to write,
And you try to act like it’s alright,
Because everyone has their own life.
Spring turns to summer and summer turns to fall and fall turns to winter,
But sitting in a jail cell it doesn’t really matter at all.
Well back in the streets with the snow three feet deep,
Gas station lights the only source of heat,
And you remember when spies spent all their time,
Deciphering your cryptic lines.
And all the safety nets you cast have been burned and cast aside,
And maybe you’ll get another chance in your next life.
And it’s been laid out clear,
But where do we go,
Go from here?
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Bashful Hips Chicago, Illinois
Bashful Hips is an Avant Garde project from the mind of Ian Fellerman. Bringing his sometimes searing, sometimes hilarious
but always poignant observations to bear over an entire stable of Noise Rock/Hip Hop informed Electronica, Ian's music is never stable, always changing and searching for the sound to express his feelings.
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