released via West Palm Beotch Records, late fall 2011
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lyrics
Iim a post-dry thinker, I don't wash out in the rain.
crack your skulls now, get in line, grow some hair, and wear it
on your cheeks like a silly warlock
he's not comin' back.
writing and priding himself in different ways.
so I'm running as fast as my feet can take me, be it on land, air, or sea.
calculating, 863, heaven aint eternity.
so I'm running as fast as my feet can take me, be it on land, air, or sea.
what I think is
heaven aint eternity.
our short lives are far too much a wonder to be thought as judgment time.
twice a day I look away from all my earthly bonds, to make a crack atop my skull for all that I've forgotten.
and if that mockingbird don't sing, there's not much I can do, aside from buy another clock and try to whistle too.
talk yourself down for in time you may find
that those with spine were only wading inside of this little pond.
Tambourine time, ring a chime, bring a friend and whistle.
With great pleasure he announced the
type of plastic which we would fly
inside to further planets' rings.
And i called out "dibs on window seats, but not the exit which is for adults"
I'll be on the starboard side and when the waitress comes, ill scream "You spilled my tea!"
Execution time is 9 on all the interstellar moons.
If you see me there, and you think I'm sleeping
softly pat my head, and I'll scream "I'm sleeping".
He's not comin' back.
Soft attack from the druggy warlocks.
Darling, what's the deal when i find you sleeping?
Creeping down the road, all the car-horns beeping.
Running as fast as my feet can take me, be it on land, air or sea.
What I think is... heaven aint eternity.
Garbodhakasayi
And I saw my death slow-motion right in the fall
There's lucky people lighting fires for you and me
for some pearls and they've got birds.
i have the original notepad with some of the lyrics from this record. they're about sadness and hope and sometimes masturbating or skateboarding. Mike writes great jams and lets 'em slip out his head. ANDY BOAY
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