1. |
Mission Statement
08:43
|
|||
|
get hung my guardian
on the death movie drugs
they copycat their young
my smaller self jumps up
full from praying to your womb, woman
I’m November sick
that’s some narcissistic talk x4
kids kept in cages
audit their wages
it’s on the front page
quarreling ponies shoot Dilaudid
shout out to the deaf
birthday girls hold their breath
passed out on the floor
left in the morgue waiting room
fake tears for cameras
baby bottle of Viagra
white suits on crusade
out to spay the last mermaid
sticks beat seagulls
in the game of stealing trust
discovering magic
with the help of dead Stardust
time goes slow
scream marvel slow
crack 13 locks on a dead miners heart instructions read drag two back to justice
by their throats
and leave out door six
what sets the killer off on a blood fuck reveal like a blank check fed to the dead zodiac
trapped in a small Monday
Guà wò de jiānhùrén guānyú siwang dionying de dupin
A no-people crew dig their own Graves middle powered mutants still got to get paid Alice follows Floyd into the selfish room
the floorboards are stripped
by the light of the moon
ghost in flight pop Jackfrost thoughts
the USB blade wipes the accent clean
adult wig people all cease their hammer talk
while the family cabin killer’s bumpin everybody off
trapped in a small Monday
The money man hands me a faulty key
my god his fingers dissect memories
Rhymin and stealin and stealin and rhymin the snowman apocalypse nervously turns English red
disapproved of everything he said
highway and the woman
hope in the injuries
Eye witness tapes carjacking
stop moving Frank
inside the department Mendoza picture texts the girl
scars from movies
still drive you five dreams deep
if these keys are found by killers
shrink into my wife
keep your motives on silent
in the jigsaw introduction
|
||||
2. |
Salt My Tamborine
03:40
|
|||
|
Well hey hey hey
Roll my bones away
oh whoa my boozy leg
it’s been achin all the day
caught between the tides
we’ll nest ourselves alive
we all remember the war
so come massage the sorrow
draggin off the wagon
pulled by my misfortunes
inside I’m decorated
going to salt my tambourine
leave my dog alone
and pray my brigade drowned
call me on my diamond day
to sign my rotten leg
soothe my pressure down
ya gonna salt my tambourine
tuck my tail away from the moon
and baby howl my name
I got my tarot reading
off the back of a bottle of yak
Ya gotta saw my wooden leg
draggin off the wagon
pulled by my misfortunes
inside I’m decorated
going to salt my tambourine
soothe my pressure down
ya gonna to salt my tambourine
tuck my tail away from the moon
and baby howl my name
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
Souls out tonight
on patrol out tonight
all my sisters out tonight
all the trolls slip a secret inside my aura plane
you bleed over things that you
stole out tonight
on patrol out tonight
all my sisters slip a secret inside my aura plane
you bleed over things that you
-spanish-
mi alma esta fuera
de mi cuerpo es ta nocha
mi alma vihilena
todas mis hermanas
pull my leg
stole my love
say my name
let’s talk about us
what the fucks with this one
mumbling like he’s Big Pun
shrouds himself in mystery
so no one can see his reasons
looks like he’s got a secret
should we let him keep it
there’s a microphone right here
let’s leak it to La Migra
he’s so boring officer
just some regular tosser
not even very clever
no redeeming value whatsoever
let’s ban him and stand together
out into the void forever
-hungarian-
egyszer megtartottam egy kisbabat
aki teezoom embert ezeek
neh agoodj
megeerdemedeck
oiyan emberek voldak akiket nem seredem
break off your dick with a bad twist like M. Night
dip that shit in hot wax make it stand upright
matter goes splatter when I’m not your favorite rapper
got a sister? Then get at her, I’m Mr Ass Grabber
perched like Quasimodo as I pen my manifesto
my front lobe crackles and pops, it is my quest so
gettin wigs like twigs going into the fire
these sucka MC’s well they’re gonna call me sire
|
||||
4. |
Leaps of Logic
03:59
|
|||
|
Leaps of Logic run around my head
And float into the ether where truth lies dead
My own reality supersedes the rest
No one else is smart enough to know that I know best
Truth is what I make it out to be
I create my own reality
I stack my version up against your own
Chosen and righteous standing all alone
Convinced am I, no one can change me
Leaps of logic create all that I see
Truth is what I make it out to be
I create my own reality
Speak the lies long enough and some start to believe
Honesty is irrelevant my goal is to deceive
Weak mind latch on to a message of distrust
Into my world of make believe my victims are thrust
Truth is what I make it out to be
I create my own reality
|
||||
5. |
Funky Delirium
05:21
|
|||
|
My ears are plugged by Daptones
My bladder’s filled with Sly Stone(s)
Blood pressure spikes thanks to Grace Jones
My lungs collapse like Maceo’s
Hot funky delirium
Groove Illusion
Hot funky delirium
Stanky fever all night long
Hot funky delirium
Boiling down my cranium
Flatline from a phat bassline
Cold sweats are pourin outta me
Dr. Funkenstien‘s bill’s too hefty
Even the nurse rejects me
Cuz Im insured by the Funk Agency
[Quotation from Betty Davis’ “If I’m In Luck I Might Get Picked Up”]
|
||||
6. |
AutoEroticBiography
08:38
|
|||
|
Apologies
scrolled across suspicious x-rays
backlit with genuine color
the truth of light cannot uncover
another town
another buyer of the masses
stage one phases in and out
contradictory evidence played aloud
tell this flying fuck face your every want
study his reactions and judgments
think of the fine car and who in it
you can’t out run your desires
barefoot in the headlights
one swerve of the wheel will overtake you
shove this
asymmetric April symmetry
the reactions and the judgments
of all the wives and husbands
the downsides
of sincere touches overwhelms them
makes you want to cum emotion
makes you want to cum a man-lake
silently sawing at your delight
he revealed his worst unconscious
in folded bits with golden cases
banging all asymmetric
one swerve of the wheel
and fate overtakes you
another mind
leaps up and delivers danger
under long salt hair of shame
I consume the cancer
you saw me
you saw me in half
you saw me in half with your sex
|
||||
Spine Readers Bellingham, Washington
Bellingham power trio specializing in all sub genres of pop music.
If you like Spine Readers, you may also like:
An Erstwisle Alphabestiary: Book One
by Nick Prol & the Proletarians
supported by 7 fans who also own “Recorded Instruments”
Mind and heart expanding avant-prog that's creatively off the charts but ultra catchy as well. The musicianship is excellent but never overshadows the joy it sounds like everyone had while creating this awesome album. Can't wait for Part 2!
go to album
Imaginary Mountains
by Ghost Rhythms
supported by 6 fans who also own “Recorded Instruments”
No one does music quite like Camille and Xavier do. I see their music as being akin to soundtracks for unfilmed movies. In this instance it is a movie about explorers of mountainous terrain, perhaps the terrain of our lives. Merci pour cette musique si intrigante. :-)
go to album
Thank You From the Future
by Moon Letters
supported by 6 fans who also own “Recorded Instruments”
The sibling in spirit to Zopp's Dominion, at least from my point of view: It, too, has been on the wishlist far too long and I'm more than glad that I finally bought this. And also a cornucopia of good things prog, past and present! Strictly musically speaking this is a little harder hitting affair than Dominion, though.
go to album
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations.
go to album
Each zodiac sign gets a theme song on Ben Katzman's latest record, featuring members of Illuminati Hotties, Potty Mouth, and Colleen Green.
go to album
Sustained by seismic psych riffs, proggy shifts, and vivid sci-fi storytelling, these Milwaukee cosmonauts command respect.
go to album
supported by 5 fans who also own “Recorded Instruments”
I love this album, because it is a new album from Ghost Rhythms.
go to album
