Spear

by pleistocene

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released August 9, 2016

Recorded, Mixed and Engineered by Stephen Roessner at Temperamental Recordings. Asst. Engineering by Mike Brown.

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Track Name: Your New Life
Your new life, you and I used to get high in the depths of Highland. Remember our apartment? We were kind of best friends. And you sounded so relaxed on the audio visual mac machine and you kept that piercing, I can't believe, I took mine out last Halloween. Your new life in your diary you say you'll come home for January or maybe if time off doesn't accrue, I'll plan tour around seeing you. I know I might seem different and that, I've made deliberate, but even you picked up an accent even if only I can hear it. Your new life it was waiting warm and muggy like the high school pool and when the water hits your mouth you hold it with you breath then spit it out. Wish we could've made it in the old life, now it's alright. You've got an aura ten feet tall and me, I've got my crystal ball. You're not alone, I saw you wander through the crystal ball.
Track Name: Give Me the Line
I know sentence I make no sense, since I'm tongue tied please please, give me the line give me the line give me the line give me the line. I meet visionaries, adversaries, In debate I can't take it. Give me the line give me the line give me the line give me the line. You can be my alibi... All phatic nuance flies overhead. If I don't catch it please, give me the line give me the line give me the line give me the line. No more a kid with an oafish grin this new found grip still will slip. Give me the line give me the line give me the line give me the line. You can be my alibi... Give me the line give me the line give me the line give me the line. My eyes cross when you talk shop, no one will notice. Give me the line give me the line give me the line give me the line. Girl talk tea time quality time not in my mind. Give me the line give me the line give me the line give me the line. You can be my alibi.
Track Name: CMJ Compilation 1996
Take it from me, won't you take it from me. There's nothing I need it collects in a heap like dandruff top my orb of reality. There's nothing I need and if no one needed me I'd be pitifully lost in a bliss of which I'd cease to exist. Junk on my lawn by Sunday I want it all gone. These last few years have been decidedly mélange, I'm a picture of calm but then so is Yellowstone. Lost in a wash, these little trinkets form my internal monologue. And in it I call the names all wrong even the closest blank out. Take it from me seriously take it from me. I'm so involved with nothing at all the rest is useless to me.
Track Name: Lassoless
When the puddles dry to the wires and to the flying sky when geese land, the shapes fall out of place again. It's good to walk the sidewalk. It's good to walk the long sprawl. Star of the day the grand prize for waking up today. Anticipated for its valuable light. It's good to walk the sidewalk. It's good to walk the long sprawl. The work day I look forward to for dreaming and afterwards I crawl to the exit sign. The music and the people are all so entertaining roaming in and out of my lifetime. It's good to walk the sidewalk. It's good to walk the long sprawl.
Track Name: Tuffs
LED, cover sheets, late for school, certain dream. Take me to somewhere I might want to be. Sometimes nowhere sounds better to me. In my head I'm a crime that needs to be solved. Waiting for no one not even myself to figure it out. Lizard lamp, summer camp. You are not my body do I have to say? You are not my body do I have to say? You are not my body do I have to say? You are not my body do I have to say? Do I have to say? Do I have to say? Do I have to say? Do I have to say? You are not my body do I have to say? You are not my body do I have to say? You are not my body do I have to say? You are not my body. Should I have to say?
Track Name: Nissan Altima
Kids on the other side of the tracks got the tickets and the season passes, riding roller coasters into the sunset. We don't want any of that. We've got the keys and the power. We're gonna cruise at 80 miles an hour. Faster faster faster! If your baby's broken you are broken too. Get to the bottom of the problem till you're blue and black for all the times that baby changed my mind, I'll get the tolls and the gas.
Track Name: Faux Kiss
I want to level with you four eyes in line just like children in a staring fight. Easy to turn and run, should I be surprised I brought you to life in my room at night. Who knows that we're missing? One little kiss. Rocky roads are often hard to navigate there are boundaries that are indistinct. Places so familiar call me like the spores on trees you have grown on me. Who knows what we're missing? One little kiss. We were doing the watusi with Bobby T to Nillson's rockinest tunes. You took your bike there I got a ride but he left at quarter to two. In mid twist, nostalgia hit like a near death realization. The lights came on, everybody had gone, it was only me and you. I'm a carbonated shaken soda can. All these feelings building up again. It's a modern age I'm finding, out a lot of new things, seeing a lot of you friend. Who knows what we're missing? One little kiss.
Track Name: Dolmades
Cleveland girls on the weekend cycling Cayahoga Valley. Missing calls so to beat the sun fall heavy on the pedals. In St. Louis meanwhile beauties have their toasted ravioli. South Bend broads go to Notre Dame if that's what they're after. Life is raw in Saginaw but they know to factor. Take it back in Pontiac, rust belt girls will run the track. We'll be eating dolmades by the water. Buffalo and its western glow, I follow it on weekends. My blood draws then the ice starts thawing through the veins it's beating. I'll be there in a cloud of fear with one deep breath blow it out of here. We'll be eating dolmades by the water talking about tomorrow.
Track Name: Humbuck II
This is the story of a young man who when growing up said "I'm going to be a great man" He tried hard in school and was a loyal friend. As reward his parents coo'd "we got this PC for you" He thought about what he could do if he just stuck to plan. He could access anything he wanted. It was incredible, he was just getting started while the power grew exponentially within him. What he saw made him feel older, not so free but so emboldened as if the sick was optional to catch. He no longer knew himself, screamed into the screen for help. Echoes like a thunder cloud lit him up and put him down, while nauseating he was still anticipating. What is going on? Cut to now he's freaking out multiple times a day about the endless struggles that are not his to hold. He says if I have too much than I will never be enough. I'll look those gifts right down the mouth, tie them to the knob and pull. He's got ET tips they're glowing every which way time is pulling from his bedroom now he's letting go. I don't want to hurt another soul, look North and rest my eyes for now it's only you it's only rock and roll. Ever gently nauseating he was still anticipating. What is going on?
Track Name: No Sheep Unshorn
No snakes for the skin. Plastic cupboard Indian on the porch of a friend. No nest in the tree. The honeymoon was only a week on again off again. No mandatory beliefs. The young ferns are so cool and discrete it's infuriating. No twenties left in the lot. The cars take up every spot in an endless swear-off. No rules left to be written down. Ineffective turn-around and I'm sure I forgot. No missed calls and none taken I was always busy with the lake. No is not a bad word. No is something I heard and repeated first. No sheep left unshorn all but the few on the run may you never run out.
Track Name: Dump
Somewhere there's a quiet place where I can hear the hiss of my brain. Somewhere there's a shady lane where no one has to know my name. At the end of the day. Donna's in the bar at night. I stay until I'm too uptight then walk home stupefied I know it like the veins on the back hand of mine. At the end of the day in the USA. I'm so moody, dumb and fruity. High up in the evergreens looking for a new leaf I'm so gloomy cars rolling down my street neurotically plotting how they're gonna save me. They're saying that we've gotta hold out. Don't frighten off the plan or it might fall on itself. I want morale but can't dish it out. It's all bound to happen between never and now. At the end of the day in the USA. I'm so moody, dumb and fruity. High up in the evergreens looking for a new leaf I'm so gloomy cars rolling down my street neurotically plotting how they're gonna save me.
Track Name: If You're Reading This
If you're reading this I know you probably are. If you're not just follow on guitar. You'll see how low these words would go like heels sunken into the ground. Here's the part where I feel I should explain how and what was cause by the pain but pain belongs to other songs and were thought of on some other wave. Out in the blue. Pain belongs to other songs and were thought of on some other wave. Out in the the blue.