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Pawl Mawl Menthawls
02:34
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You pick and you choose when
it works for you, well,
if only it were that convenient
to replace fact with preference.
So go on, pick your poison
and one to rag on
to even out your biases
and stratify all your alliances.
Despite it all you smoke Pall Mall menthols
as if the good could outweigh your bad calls.
You stand firm for what you believe in
though it goes against all reason.
You pick and you choose when
it works for you, well,
I know, it’s just a crutch
but you’ll fall if you lean too much.
Inhale and exhale
real life and tall tales.
Who am I to tell the difference?
Just breathe to reveal the sequence.
Despite it all you smoke Pall Mall menthols
as if the good could outweigh your bad calls.
Sometimes it’s fine to make our own meanings
though some go against all reason.
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2. |
The Man in the Wall
03:37
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It comes and goes
and lets me know
I’m not alone
in my own home.
Beyond the walls
I hear the calls–
the voice of whom
I do not know at all.
The clicks and clacks
and creaks all cease–
when I knock back
the beast recedes.
I know someday we’ll meet–
well, what’s it gonna be,
you or me?
There’s a man inside my wall–
I swear I heard him before dawn
rummaging beyond the halls–
I know I’ll catch him before long.
Landlord says there’s no one there–
then why’d I find this strand of hair
by the door of the attic?
Is this not cause for panic?
There’s a man inside my wall–
I swear I heard him before dawn
rummaging beyond the halls–
I know I’ll catch him before long.
Landlord says there’s no one here–
then what’s with all these empty beers
piling up in the trash?
I don’t drink Bud, it tastes like ass.
One day I heard breaking glass
so it was time to face facts:
Somewhere lurking in the wall
is a man having a ball
and all at my expense
living free off of my rent.
Well, we’ll see how winter goes–
without heat, will he show?
The man in the wall.
The man in the wall.
Down the road
there’s a Chevy Astro
that comes and goes
and I think I know who owns it.
I met the man
inside the wall–
it just turns out
he’s not so bad after all.
All he wants
is to live free
and make some noise–
he’s just like you and me.
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Take it all in stride
but don’t waste no time.
Savor while you can
before you lose the taste again.
I’m just trying to keep myself sane
as everything around me decays.
So here’s a toast to those who make my days
and to my rotting body and brain.
Some days I feel like I have just been born,
others feel like I’ve lived too long.
So I’ll take the sum ‘cause it’s just the same
to this rotting body and brain.
Take up all my time—
it was never mine.
Watch it slip from your grasp,
a gift for which you never asked.
Savor while you can
before you lose the taste again.
Take it all in stride
but don’t waste no time.
I got to admit this isn’t
what I predicted as a child—
I thought I would run the show,
but the more you know
the more you
go to great lengths to keep yourself sane
as everything around you decays.
So here’s a toast to all who make our days
and to our rotting bodies and brains.
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4. |
Hot Dog Beach
08:10
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Take me
to where I want to be.
It’s a place called Hot Dog Beach.
It’s right by the sea
where the air is salty.
I doubt I’ll find
some heaven in the sky.
No, that’s not for me.
I need something I can see
and that’s Hot Dog Beach.
Tide is high
and so am I.
Everybody’s feeling alright
under the sun and moonlight–
not a worry in sight.
So take me
to where I want to be.
It’s a place called Hot Dog Beach.
It’s right by the sea
where the air is salty.
It’s always on my mind
but I can’t be there all the time.
Whenever the weather’s right
you and I will make the drive.
‘Cause lately I’ve been craving
some Hot Dog beach.
I’ve been waiting to taste
the air and salty sea.
It’s all that I need
to keep me young.
I just want the cool breeze
and the heat of the sun.
I can’t find it anywhere else.
Nowhere can compare
in making your heart melt.
So take me
to where I want to be.
It’s a place called Hot Dog Beach.
It’s right by the sea
where the air is salty.
I doubt I’ll find
some heaven in the sky.
No, that’s not for me.
I need something I can see
and that’s Hot Dog Beach.
The place takes a space up in my mind
free from all its changes in real time.
It’s always on my mind
bright and light.
Whenever the weather’s right
we’ll make the drive.
‘Cause lately I’ve been craving
some Hot Dog Beach.
I’ve been waiting to taste
the air and sea.
It’s all that I need
to keep me young,
is the cool breeze
and the heat of the sun.
The places holding spaces in our mind
are often more distorted than we’d like.
It’s always on my mind
bright and light.
Whenever the weather’s right
we’ll make the drive.
So take me
to where I want to be.
It’s a place called Hot Dog Beach.
It’s right by the sea
where the air is salty.
I doubt I’ll find
some heaven in the sky.
No, that’s not for me.
I need something I can see
and that’s Hot Dog Beach.
Tide is high
and so am I.
Everybody’s feeling alright
under the sun and moonlight–
not a worry in sight.
I doubt I’ll find
some heaven in the sky.
No, that’s not for me.
I need something I can see
and that’s Hot Dog Beach.
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The singularity
merging machines with you and me.
The singularity.
What we once thought was so out of reach
in our lifetime is right here at our feet.
A rude awakening for us all
crossing over to the life digital.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
The water’s fine.
Cross over.
It’s all in your mind.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
The water’s fine.
Cross over.
It’s all in your mind.
Cross over.
Cross over.
Cross over.
It’s all over.
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6. |
666G
05:13
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666G
all around me,
seeping within
and under your skin,
radiating through
you and me
and we take heed
of some force unseen.
It’s past the threshold
and burst at the seams.
It’s gotten old,
getting hung up on what seems
to be another bunk conspiracy
to occlude the world I see.
You weren’t immune
to what you thought you’d dispute.
It crept right on in
and moved your mouth for you.
666G
pulling on the strings for me.
Constant contagion
spreading all around in thin air.
Not even the greatest minds of our time
will be spared.
Personal paranoias from your head
become widespread,
separating by exaggerating
our dread
by a viral lie that
you find that you
kind of align with,
further blurring the line
between truth
and the lies that
keep you feeling righteous
despite all the sacrifices
of familial ties to
666G
all around me,
radiating through
you and me and
we receive the transmission
and we believe convenient fictions.
Cynicism has lost its rhythm
and reach.
666G is just something
that we conceive
and impose on those who oppose
what we think that we know.
But there won’t be relief
‘til we finally let go.
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Grampfather Kingston, New York
Grampfather is an indie-psych rock band based out of Kingston, NY, whose material traverses a variety of rock genres, such
as indie, garage, punk, psych, chill, and thrash.
James Kwapisz: vocals, guitar, synth
Tony DiMauro: drums
Andrew Blot: guitar, keys
Jake Offermann: bass
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