I think we're aware there's something queering the deal, and a head on approach is warranted here.
I ..think it's important to be sure, but in all honesty I'm sick of the constant headhum that comes with it.
But I love the dissonance that's infected our rhythms.
I mean, I appreciate the dissonance that's infected our rhythms.
The 'I wonder if I'm right about what you're thinking while you talk so casual.'
The 'I wonder if you're right about what I'm thinking while I prattle on oh so unaffected.'
I know you do wonder, and I know you know that I do as well.

Wading out into vagueness is fun. 'Must be. Everyone I know is doing it.

It's just business. Cattle-prod the IMF.

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oh, oh, OH. Yeah, so wanted option B.
I think I just memorized our Location ID.

It's been escapism and recording for a week.

I don't know if I'm walled in or walled off from my usual friends, if it's me or if it's them or if it's them because of me - but, fuck man, I've got nothing going on. Work and school and band sounds like a lot, but that's beend the steady-state for years, well, school tends to flicker on and off as I go down the line, but it's not progress. Not even close.
It's the stuff that keeps me from life not that which is its makeup.
I think the band thing used to be different, seperate. I can't remember when.
Some simple subtraction leaves me with a very small number, indeed.

The extended holiday weekend a bit back was half absolutely wonderful and half exactly horrible and I've been bouncing between the two since. Settling somewhere closer to the latter - par for the season.

And sometimes when I'm falling, flying or tumbling in turmoil I say whoa, so this is what she means.

Working on a song that I think is a sort of prototypical mid-twenties type of song. Like an abstract interpretation of a Judd Apatow movie.
Contemplating looking forward to looking back and scoffing.

Duster Pilot

Oh, like carbon: I'm a copy, I'm an accident, I'm a misprint
Oh, erosion of my interest, of the import I had stapled to this town
I'm pulling poison through the pipes to aquaducts irrigating
My sulci to silt
And I till
And I plant my designs deep in fallow ground
Vague outlines undefined in a sea of shallow sound
An irritating blind ambition cuts under your thinning skin
And you stand staring, unimpressed by my sit-still panic
By my rusted cannon inflection

We try but we don't understand
Why bodies fall apart in tandem
We've got our problems with gravity
We're all leather-lipped and dying
Crushed by the weight of our own bodies
If that's not the problem then tell me what is

Oh, like carbon: I am structured, I'm intended, I'm made useful
Oh corrosion of my synapses, they been firing oh no, oh. so. slow.
Pushing medicine through the pipes to aquaducts irrigating
My sulci to silt
And I till
And I plant my designs deep in fallow ground
Vague outlines undefined in a sea of shallow sound
An irritating blind ambition cuts under your thinning skin
And you stand staring, unimpressed by my sit-still panic
By my rusted cannon inflection

demo vocals and good instrumentation here.

I am quite done with this for now.