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Labyrinths!

by Opa Yeti

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1.
Marcy Cries 04:29
Marcy cries the rooms on fire but no one is around to hear no one is around to hear Through the glass a bloody fist like instant taxidermy but then one by one the shards all fall down The girl emerges, vacant face all caked with soot and bloody caked with soot and bloody On hands and knees she makes her way across the slanted shingles wet with rain she loses grip and slides the whole way down Almost defeated, not quite dead, she wakes up on the ground, confused wakes up on the ground, confused She slowly picks herself back up and makes her way to Charlie's house a mile down, she knocks and calls her name The door is opened, Charlie's dad is standing with a shotgun, he's been up all night reading the fear of God Upon his witness of who surely is that surly devil, he pulls the trigger, Marcy falls back down
2.
Voyeur 03:55
Sunday morning, nine-o'clock the fiery light in the sky is so bright I just might not get up You know me, I am always looking for the latest and greatest in the world of escapism, could you help me out? Sleep just isn't cutting it anymore Thursday night I walked alone and went to a movie and lost myself truly for hours in the West With my buddies Paul Newman and Robert Redford keeping the dream alive that we are breathing the past what a gas as if dreams were free now, fat chance Voyeur, sole destroyer of the notion that reality is thriving boy, you disappoint her there are real people they're not even hiding So, what's your excuse? Save it- what's the use? Friday night I opened up my heart to my friends who I thought had all went away oh...you'd think I'd grow but you know me, I get stuck inside my head the cynic in me is the critic on me as well he just won't shut up no he just won't shut the fuck up Late last night I lost my mind and gave it away to the moon in the sky oh my mind! I need it back... For some basic human functionality that seems to be missing or maybe I'm pissing away the remnant buds that I never gave the chance to open up Voyeur, sole destroyer of the notion that reality is thriving boy, you disappoint her there are real people you're not even trying
3.
Yellow Sock 02:16
The giant yellow sock used to transport the corpse from Norway in his fourth dimension hyper cubicle. Slippery bastard monkey child serving satan's pancakes on a scorching summer night. I woke up when I saw the devil eat sugary sweets I invented devil's food cake for someone to eat Prescription sugarplums from the psychedelic supermarket led you to the pot of shit at the end of the rainbow. Mickey Mouse's drug cartel was tried at the all american cannibal courthouse. I woke up when I saw mickey sentenced to life without parol I looked out my window and saw mickey in a jumpsuit running away! Is this a dream? Am I sleeping?
4.
A blank wall littered with artifacts is all you have to show for yourself look at you now the job is done there is nothing to miss except the ones who made you feel something meaningful He'd been dying to tell you he loves you now you'll never know and when you get home, there'll be someone waiting for you you'll never know. You go for an aimless drive just for the piece of mind but you know the breaks are dead but you don't care you just go because it hurts your friend is gone your heart's dead too nothing's meaningful He'd been dying to tell you he loves you and somehow you'd always known so when you get home there'll be someone waiting for you you don't care to know
5.
I am trying to hold on to the parts of my brain that look like a zoo the primate sex drive overcome by the mean old humans holding me down I'm a three-toed sloth that just wants a little bit of peace and quiet, is that so much to ask? There's a lion somewhere but he's just a famished little cub that's mocked and booed A killer whale successfully tamed and blamed for the little ones not having fun Perhaps the most interesting animal here is the human putting cages around everyone Don't blame me for the state I'm in it's a reaction to the world created by humans just looking for someone to fuck sorry you can't find one person to love you I am losing control of my brain when I smoke too much and obsessively complain about every animal wrong with me that was naturally there when I came into being It's okay to feel bat sometimes and sometimes I'll be happy as a clam But are they really that happy? flapping everyday in the six-inch water, nobody came to check out the clams, apparently they're the happiest ones, but how would I know? I'm the cages, somewhere, yellow pages, looking for a buddy to help me with this one Don't blame me for the state I'm in it's a reaction to the world created by humans just looking for someone to love sorry you can't find one one
6.
Carpet Song 02:51
Collective anxiety (turn the lights off let's get lonely) I haven't had a good dream in over a week searching for authenticity (not sure what I'm looking for) I've been selfish but I'm trying not to be Push it under a rug don't bother anybody else I guess today is not your day I can't help but feel hopeless at times (and you can't buy your way out of it) between rush hour and the endless expectations how long to I have to pretend (that this is how it's supposed to be?) well what's the use in arguing? (pretty sure we're in too deep) Push it under a rug don't bother anybody else I guess today is not your day
7.
Holy Mess 03:15
Here comes another sorry soul beta slave to his iphone, he's blind, deaf and dumb and losing time A blooming rosebush lies beside his two feet, but will he find the truth? We are trying to get through Free the body and free the soul We are sedated, comfortable putting off our final words as if death were not some holy gift The end gives meaning to the rest sacred order from a holy mess we'll be saints removed from time Free the body and free the soul So free the body, free the soul it's a strange and gentle world sometimes if you let yourself unwind The end gives meaning to the rest sacred order from a holy mess we'll be saints removed from time
8.
Matthew 02:48
Matthew, I can see all the truth and vibrancy that can bless or torment you, you are not able to choose to be blind or realize the deceit before our eyes. You can see the ship is sinking but no one wants to know. Matthew, I just wanted to tell you I am fond of your soulful, tortured fingers that dance as if the singers in this insipid world had the power to absorb all the animosity, greed and death anxiety that the powerful rely on to survive, but we're alive.
9.
The American Dream died today and with it the hopes and dreams of no name after no name left with no choice but to feed the hand that bit them. The Dream is survived by the newly emerging and fragile Canadian Dream and the uncertain future of the Puerto Rican Dream.... or as some call it... nightmare... In a press conference earlier this morning, nervous looking witnesses could identity no subjects, and in a potentially unrelated note, a key witness was found in a ditch with a bullet in her brain. Investigators have ruled the death a suicide. It's a playground made up stories every day Arbitrary rules to games they say you've got to play Goldman sack of shit leave me alone this playground isn't yours to own The American Dream died today, somewhere between the second and third monkey bars when little Johnny realized that no matter how many recesses he spent waiting in line for the big swing on the swing set, he would never get a turn. Because no matter how many times the bullies cut in line, or how many times little Johnny stood up to the bullies, his classmates never recognized that the bullies only had their power because they let him have it, and the shallow comfort they got by siding with the powerful only ensured that no one who waited their fair turn would ever get a chance on that big swing. It's a playground made up stories every day Arbitrary rules to games they say you've got to play Goldman sack of shit leave me alone you're the problem- dude, I'm going home.

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released August 17, 2016

Paul Tisch - guitar & vox
Izzy Fradin - guitar & vox
Sym Solecki - bass
Nick Moses - drums

recorded by Nick Moses & Paul Tisch
mixed by Paul Tisch

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