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1. I went silly on this one

I went silly on this one

I made this track last year and well... I've just decided to get back to this vibe so I'm uploading it again on this new account. Free download.

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2. Prayer Care Share. I went a bit old time country on this one

Prayer Care Share. I went a bit old time country on this one

This song is about the strategy the Lord has given our Church to reach the lost. Lots of prayer, lots of caring and lots of sharing. (Ourselves and the Gospel)

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4. Living my Bloody Life/ i went hard on this one so pay me bitches lol

Living my Bloody Life/ i went hard on this one so pay me bitches lol

some dream type of shit living a bloody life

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5. Dioxin One - Assembly [FKOF free download]

Dioxin One - Assembly [FKOF free download]

http://soundcloud.com/korrupt's review of http://soundcloud.com/dioxono's 'Assembly': "Interesting drum patterns at the beginning of the intro; the kick pounds hard and the hi-hats (and everything else) sounds crisp. The sample is dark and has a great delay/ echo out, waiting for the drop man. The drop is immense, serious low-end on this one. That long growl is well present and sounds like something dangerous is coming off the assembly line! Liking the drum patterns here too, nice variation in hi-hats, the reappearance of the vox sample is nice. Suddenly you hear the tail of the growl change into this weird wobbler, which sounds perfect. Bamboo bongos come in and the track starts to develop to something quite interesting. The kick disappears, sub disappears and the kick is in place again – that break is well played. The drop is quite similar to the first one, not that it matters as those bars are ill regardless. The rest of the track sounds somewhat similar and stays interesting for the listener! The outro is on point and the reverb'd ending gives the track a finished touch straight out of a sub-scientists’ factory!" Five(!) silly big tracks from Bloomington's http://soundcloud.com/dioxono; available as the 'Sub Category EP'. "In late 2009 Dioxin's first exposure to the genre of "dubstep" left an indelible impression – thus influencing much of his output today. "I heard the wobble synth and in my head I went... 'I gotta learn how to make this." 1. http://soundcloud.com/fatkidonfire/dioxin-one-assembly-fkof-free 2. http://soundcloud.com/fatkidonfire/dioxin-one-3000-m-p-h-fkof 3. http://soundcloud.com/fatkidonfire/dioxin-one-megaconductor-fkof 4. http://soundcloud.com/fatkidonfire/dioxin-one-breakdown-fkof-free 5. http://soundcloud.com/fatkidonfire/dioxin-one-nobody-get-hot-fkof http://fatkidonfire.com http://twitter.com/DioxinOne http://facebook.com/DioxinOne http://youtube.com/user/djdioxinify

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6. Waltz Definitely (La Boite A Musique) disquiet0247

Waltz Definitely (La Boite A Musique) disquiet0247

Waltz Definitely (La Boite A Musique) disquiet 0247 This one was so obvious to me, the illustration reminds me of a silly game we do with my kids, (game that they still love really) where I paint faces on our fingertips with a Sharpie, weird faces, happy faces, angry, surprised faces, etc) and we play roles and fake stories with our finger-tip-marionettes. That’s the illustration alright, no doubt for me. Waltz maybe? The idea was to perform a silly waltz with this mechanical toy piano I bought for my kids (but ended up squatted in my studio and finding its way to some major productions, little bastard!) The piano is the one on the photo I took for this post. Who can resist a red piano? So I went for a bunch of tracks I recorded with that piano previously and found that 90% where actually waltzes. I choose this one, so I am cheating (am I?) cause this is an existing recording, but couldn’t resist. Sorry. The music it’s a proper composer’s composition, with chords, melodies, and all that old school stuff I like. Structure is A (major)-A (major)-A (major)-B (Major/Minor) - A (major) But it is performed as if it was a Music Box. Now: trying to reproduce the issues, pranks and casualties you find in music boxes with an actual performance was a threat! And a whole lot of fun honestly. Those ridiculous tempo shifts and weird phrasing, took me hours lol. One toy piano, a microphone and a drunken tempo, this is the antidote for any click based techno music overdose. Hope you dig it. Love DD More on this 247th weekly Disquiet Junto project — “Interpret as a graphic score an illustration drawn upon waking by Lark Pien” — at: http://disquiet.com/0247/ More on the Disquiet Junto at: http://disquiet.com/junto/ Subscribe to project announcements here: http://tinyletter.com/disquiet-junto/ Project discussion takes place on llllllll.co: llllllll.co/t/a-cartoon-graphic-score-disquiet-junto-project-0247/4647 There’s also on a Junto Slack. Send your email address to twitter.com/disquiet for Slack inclusion. Image associated with this project is the (unintended, but used with approval) graphic score by Lark Pien.

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7. Symphonic Texture Experiment No. 2 (the DIY edition) - focus is Shostakovich

Symphonic Texture Experiment No. 2 (the DIY edition) - focus is Shostakovich

The Bach remix (Still Painting) project was very similar to what I did for a lot of Shostakovich symphonies. I've had an album ready to release for almost 5 years, now. Given the possible legal issues -although I did not quote any passages, outright I'd used sounds from recordings of major orchestras. There's a definite D.S. sound, no matter how you rearrange things- Whether or not this is a valid issue to worry about, I haven't spoken with anyone who is exactly sure... Fast forward to yesterday - I decided to do a new one, for old-time's sake. A lot of times, my approach had been to combine parts of a lot of his works for each mix. This one involved the 9th symphony (4th mvt, I believe). Along with it, I'd added my own sounds. I was pleased with how my approach had improved, and it sounded like...well, something that prompted me to begin some notation as I went along* *I was excited about it enough this morning to email it to a good friend, and got an idea of how I could start constructing these "Mitya Mixes" by making my own textures, and extracting the actual recorded, copyrighted material from what I'd done earlier. (moving on) - this no is no longer the 9th symphony rearrangement. Rather, it is the sounds I'd added that were interesting enough after some (or, quite a bit of) pitch/tempo/eq manipulation. A couple of days ago, I'd submitted a stacked-cello passage based off some recordings I did when I'd rented one. This one was, I believe, two / one overdub. So I made them into the fierce-sounding (for lack of a better term) 16th and/or 32nd note sounds that I like hearing. Not exclusive to Shostakovich, as a sound, but I can't think of a better example of it. - so, I guess that was experiment 1, already. This is experiment 2 - Piano and xylophone combinations, high-pitched/staccato - more of the cello ( and up in the high violin range) - along with a bit of percussion, which I'll be working with more, for the next one. And some of the tenor sax sounds I used for Vuzmusic's "Ha Ha, he Stated" remix. Conclusion: This exercise could be very beneficial for me, and maybe others who would love to hear there music played by a large symphonic organization, but will not realistically see this happen. And, conductors are kind of silly. Pauline Oliveros has pointed this out on many occasions...one of the many reasons she's cool. Let me know what you think. *The picture is from 'Twitter is explained | a Play on the Account of a 20th Century Composer' part of a funny mini-series of Russian intellectuals and composers having conversations on twitter. The "not_thebedbug" account I made was kind of a highlight. Oh - and they look like real twitter feeds. It got to be kind of depressing, due to the fact that Mayakovsky and Meyerhold met tragic ends in real life, and I couldn't move on pretending this didn't happen. If you are interested, here: ACT I - http://tmblr.co/ZZ8vhvP9oYFB - ( I am not so sure anymore that the spheres graphic is actually a work by Rodchenko, or why I thought that. I'll look it up). Act I, Scene II - http://tmblr.co/ZZ8vhvPA5-9I Meyerhold learns how he can "Embedden" Act 2, Scene 1 “Twitter is explained | a Play on the Account of a 20th Century Composer” http://tmblr.co/ZZ8vhvPBA1eR

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8. Alien Architect - Arteria - 01 Intro-Arteria

Alien Architect - Arteria - 01 Intro-Arteria

Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria: V. Spit art coming out straight from an ARTery, saliva, he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded looks like getting smart to the deep see diver, underscoring see level dumbing down for the market place acquisition manipulating various varying variable social objects marked down for a sale his experimental examination hath failed such a waste oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind is a waste of one' time speechless, a mime, gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid, cooled by revolving fan, intermediated by holy screen, who rhythmically poets over beats, beaten dress up half maskings, asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet, composed of little piggies toe to toe, who's homes had had been blowed by wolves, down boys at the heal, echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity as to arch after the soul that wasted one's time speaking of bow flex archery building arcs for two of a kind animalistic creatures, created by the creator, created by the man's mind's manners, manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn cleanser containment, drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot, upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways, daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not fair enough is enough, to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver CON-fused, the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly salivates analogous to an ARTery, coming out crooked, deriving the art of spit VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them.................... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 2: This/That: Chorus: A this posing as a that A that posing as a this this is a that posing as a this that is a this posing as a that posing as each other and posing as each other posing as each other and posing each other apposing each other, you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us V.1 Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen at their presence we were something else unapplicable to our surrounding area crews dividing people like me from you and the like, say the right things, laugh, smile on cue, love the attention but pretend i'm loving you, speak to one person who whispers down the lane and word has bonded the whole group i used to think is was a matter of representing the whole truth but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance, entertaining the ignorance of othered people, he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking and shrinking at the thought leading to another shadow self disengaged CHORUS V.2 Different, silent, quiet when he's alone, and mean when he's with his own, its cool to be hardened by life, conflicting stories, love and strife, charismatic status, its better to separate my self from you than to argue for the rest of my life i left the city then i came back only to want to leave again i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence, war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses, polite political party people gather around, lets see who the best and who the weakest is, redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well, you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess, and the way that we express, we always skip stops we fell on the right track but on the wrong train, no need to complain, it does no raise your interest rates, "eyes up here" she says, "look at my face" but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid) Chorus outtro: move on move one........... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 3: Not Never: Chorus: and it don't stop not never it never ever will and it dont wont stop it never ever will (don't stop, won't stop) VERSE 1: a method actor who got carried away playing the role of psycho path the devil's advocate and i advocate everything i'm with you all one and all we are all one in the same we're all one check it out i am just the number one son of a gun just like you i'm something like you who knew time flew away mind you, a day ago a flow display conveyed convex go figure from the ground up reversal i speak in circles with circular arguments yeah CHORUS VERSE 2: its so ingenuine just the same words over and over its just a method it is so hectic the scheduling and this work is busy its all busy work now we're dull boys cus we have no play in the playground love i am grounded in play and the l.o.v.e in the place to be pretended to be an mc if you wanna be then you're a wanna be (uh) spice up your life here it goes again i will rock it on the mic every time that i lie just a method actor and the whole world is but a stage CHORUS VERSE 3: we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to: v. 1 you approached me with pretention and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question and we did this for years and i saw my self as what you saw me as and what we used to do was cool but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with one's owned perspectives internal attribution error, consistant and cohesive as to shy away from dissonance felt chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to v. 2 concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition) chorus v. 3 i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are... we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed: VERSE 1: everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can because we're still alive and your gone and the reason your gone is because of the thing that i wanted to do that also failed and is also gone and he wanted me to be another thing and by the time i finally did it he became what i was everybody's having so much fun and i used to until i realized i was trying to be somebody else and your having so much fun but i know that your trying to be somebody else from who i ever knew and everybody want to have fun and everybody wants to smoke and everybody wants to drink and everybody wants to get fucked up dude and everybody wants to fuck and everybody wants to fuck or have really cheezy families that feel really awkward to be around and i'm living the high life the revolution will not be televised yet alone happen at all outside of catering to conscious fantasy land everyone has failed and it is all a sham nobody really cares about anything but their own lives and the way that they look (limited altruism competitive altruism look at me now with all of my flaws) CHORUS my sad sad face would like to smile again but im so hurt ill never laugh again VERSE 2 all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed, including atheism, this one, and my own judgmental mind its curtains for me i have no right to rhyme yet alone exist on this planet the alien architect thriving surviving off of your whim everywhere he goes isn't good enough for him for each discounts that which it isn't in and out groups in and out of the loops self vs. other he laughs and smiles on cue and everyone finds a mate within their class and range physical attributes compatibility and so forth for reasons why cognitions are dissonant she the first cut deep to the shallow nothing ever lasts until you become boring and decide that that is what you want and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true and i am not a teenager anymore and where are they now if it comes across as insincere that's because it is i wonder how many concerns we would bring up if we didn't have people that hold power over us in our lives CHORUS VERSE 3 speaking in doubles double O Devin undercover spy p-h-i double l-y "do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?" nope i have no idea what your talking about and its best that way manning up and away from those he loves for that big promotion sometimes i feel the vibe that you guys hate the shit out of me and it hurts my feelings i wasn't feeling the vibe but it was time to perform so i did it anyway and felt shitty afterwards everything about it felt hoaky and stupid sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks that you don't wanna suck to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck is the way i see it curse cursing don't be so eager you don't have to do that to please him cus you are too beautiful i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it cus it defeats its purpose and he thinks that thats the way to do it what you enjoy kills me and i hate it here and i know you do too night life or art what did i originally want from the start and death did us apart CHORUS VERSE 4: i don't belong to this world switch it up depending on where you are whilst dodging cameras unless you so choose to hold on to your cohesive identifiable identity identical to those remembered and most likely in the future keep it together conserve laughing and smiling on cue occasioned by you setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves redundant as to clarify is to foreshadow what has already developed ahead of your time you make me sick vomiting stupidly with idiotic and moronic tendencies and they say i'm a fuck and they're right feed the buzz plus who can you trust when there's too many mc's not enough mics is the belief which is believable and fun et al amidst your own i.e. that there are plenty of mics to go around but that money and/or connects bring differing qualities of mics and prestige affiliations affirmations as proof of what so ever and ever you already are an ideal self proven or actualized by ways of evidence to those who don't believe in you CHORUS (catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......) --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Hangman: intro verse: Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment, i told him i would use it, i could have looked up, but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out) 11:30 French, such a mensch, guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving to persue her new, shhhh....... wait, don't hesitate, it won't set 'em straight, levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan, don't say nothing, good listener, a shoulder to cry on, but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed, less is more except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy, platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time, grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic, all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded, hot potatoes on the couch, boob tubes and lonely verse 1: even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own, and the original is forgotten, only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on spawns a warm embrace and leaves space cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what ought be done fun is to be had by all situations hairy and balled the so called and called out extra extra extraneous abundancy read all about it perception of fit mental maps walking on water running laps but you cant keep running away from the grand master plan sam i am a ham egged on by green envy of the men we are seemingly supposed to be sons of guns where did we learn it from (scene) V.2 I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow swimming through chemical compounds, h20 liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy, maybe im indecisive, self richeous, i might just break it all down down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said, im dead serious delirious with blurred vision a hip hop head on collision a statistician fishing for compliments a conglomerate putting it all together a playground grounded in play with mood swings that change with the weather and better for it exploring a nympho for the info of salient foreign social objects dont box me in boxes i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks blast off like rockets while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious im making progress with the prospects of my projects i've got options that i'm picking i dig in within this win win situation situated in my state of nature in which to state your purpose does it a disservice maiming it worthless none of this is on purpose motivated by unconscious urges surges of adrenaline i'm like pesky kids meddling cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last" not so fast where are you going where are we going with this bare witness this is bigger than the business V.3 It's like im crazy on the microphone but sane when you meet me in person particularly if you know me well which may never happen if our personas don't jell wishing you will wish me well dropping nick names nicks, dimes, quarters, and change that i fished for in the fountain of youth, that predated my date with the clues that you should get in exchange for the exchange that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand do you know how to get back from whense you came to there, where they say we should not go, they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline off the handy man's hands that feeds the little birdies that told my minds made up me to hear what you are saying but to not to listen to who you think you are barred from the point of no return deserves another now and then to feel around a rounded dead object objective to this associative interconnected networking of crazies on the microphone --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Our Own Little World: Verse: speaking kissing listening hugging laughing kuddling napping sleeping dreaming leaving little by little alone together we wither away decay amidst times that fade sooner or later why do i hesitate one day we will both die Chorus: why are you being so nice to me why are you being so nice to me in out own little world i feel you slipping away Verse Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence: v.1 his heart was stolen he roamed heartless partial to patriarchal settings getting farthest from the fact that that is this and vic a versa the observer is observed and, but of course, coerced behind closed doors, locked, non responsive to hard knocks the watch is clearly merely a schedule meter now he's a wanna be mind reader confabulating truths checking in ones and two's with circular arguments, no, riddles and queries, theories of the guilty which can never be proven, i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in such that all are innocent bystanders good by standards within a reasonable doubt such that the loud moth is hushed implicit egotism and lust set free from maya or so at first believed to be but not rather on a higher dimensional plane of existential formulaics due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it but take it as it comes and goes in and out of existence chorus: in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups in and out of the loops v.2 freeze duel processes for better or for worse interjected inspected and evaluated by means of a non communicative synonymous nature of awareness amongst the ambiguities that are resulting from the attributing to stems of dissonance of cognitions due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts, self images acquired through observational studies of one's public displays of behaviourisms internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs truth or dare? i dare you to tell the truth cuz truth is in a liar prior to being inspired i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire and realizedm spitting through the wire, that i'm a king without a crown or even being called a king at all cuz, whats in a name so lets freak the bleak and just roll with it go it with it as it comes and goes in and out of existence CHORUS V2 I was in when being in was getting in with the out group i came out before branching out from the family tree rooted on the undergrounds of the burial grounds watered down familiar to my me, cultivated gathering sticks that bore bearings fruits of labor in due time dated witnesses needless to say what is hard to tell inklings of silent pens timed and placed their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come in out going out sourcing citing sources in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups grouping dotted delinneations in line for diplomas diplomats caucus mounting double entendres their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come out going out sourcing sighting sources in and out of existence credits released 21 March 2014 * The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne * Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite * Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein. *Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein *Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels *All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * Mastered by Jesus Bravo * Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye * Layout by Rebecca Martell * Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher

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9. Alien Architect - Arteria - 04 When i Ask Them to

Alien Architect - Arteria - 04 When i Ask Them to

Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria: V. Spit art coming out straight from an ARTery, saliva, he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded looks like getting smart to the deep see diver, underscoring see level dumbing down for the market place acquisition manipulating various varying variable social objects marked down for a sale his experimental examination hath failed such a waste oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind is a waste of one' time speechless, a mime, gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid, cooled by revolving fan, intermediated by holy screen, who rhythmically poets over beats, beaten dress up half maskings, asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet, composed of little piggies toe to toe, who's homes had had been blowed by wolves, down boys at the heal, echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity as to arch after the soul that wasted one's time speaking of bow flex archery building arcs for two of a kind animalistic creatures, created by the creator, created by the man's mind's manners, manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn cleanser containment, drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot, upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways, daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not fair enough is enough, to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver CON-fused, the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly salivates analogous to an ARTery, coming out crooked, deriving the art of spit VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them.................... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 2: This/That: Chorus: A this posing as a that A that posing as a this this is a that posing as a this that is a this posing as a that posing as each other and posing as each other posing as each other and posing each other apposing each other, you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us V.1 Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen at their presence we were something else unapplicable to our surrounding area crews dividing people like me from you and the like, say the right things, laugh, smile on cue, love the attention but pretend i'm loving you, speak to one person who whispers down the lane and word has bonded the whole group i used to think is was a matter of representing the whole truth but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance, entertaining the ignorance of othered people, he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking and shrinking at the thought leading to another shadow self disengaged CHORUS V.2 Different, silent, quiet when he's alone, and mean when he's with his own, its cool to be hardened by life, conflicting stories, love and strife, charismatic status, its better to separate my self from you than to argue for the rest of my life i left the city then i came back only to want to leave again i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence, war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses, polite political party people gather around, lets see who the best and who the weakest is, redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well, you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess, and the way that we express, we always skip stops we fell on the right track but on the wrong train, no need to complain, it does no raise your interest rates, "eyes up here" she says, "look at my face" but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid) Chorus outtro: move on move one........... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 3: Not Never: Chorus: and it don't stop not never it never ever will and it dont wont stop it never ever will (don't stop, won't stop) VERSE 1: a method actor who got carried away playing the role of psycho path the devil's advocate and i advocate everything i'm with you all one and all we are all one in the same we're all one check it out i am just the number one son of a gun just like you i'm something like you who knew time flew away mind you, a day ago a flow display conveyed convex go figure from the ground up reversal i speak in circles with circular arguments yeah CHORUS VERSE 2: its so ingenuine just the same words over and over its just a method it is so hectic the scheduling and this work is busy its all busy work now we're dull boys cus we have no play in the playground love i am grounded in play and the l.o.v.e in the place to be pretended to be an mc if you wanna be then you're a wanna be (uh) spice up your life here it goes again i will rock it on the mic every time that i lie just a method actor and the whole world is but a stage CHORUS VERSE 3: we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to: v. 1 you approached me with pretention and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question and we did this for years and i saw my self as what you saw me as and what we used to do was cool but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with one's owned perspectives internal attribution error, consistant and cohesive as to shy away from dissonance felt chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to v. 2 concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition) chorus v. 3 i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are... we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed: VERSE 1: everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can because we're still alive and your gone and the reason your gone is because of the thing that i wanted to do that also failed and is also gone and he wanted me to be another thing and by the time i finally did it he became what i was everybody's having so much fun and i used to until i realized i was trying to be somebody else and your having so much fun but i know that your trying to be somebody else from who i ever knew and everybody want to have fun and everybody wants to smoke and everybody wants to drink and everybody wants to get fucked up dude and everybody wants to fuck and everybody wants to fuck or have really cheezy families that feel really awkward to be around and i'm living the high life the revolution will not be televised yet alone happen at all outside of catering to conscious fantasy land everyone has failed and it is all a sham nobody really cares about anything but their own lives and the way that they look (limited altruism competitive altruism look at me now with all of my flaws) CHORUS my sad sad face would like to smile again but im so hurt ill never laugh again VERSE 2 all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed, including atheism, this one, and my own judgmental mind its curtains for me i have no right to rhyme yet alone exist on this planet the alien architect thriving surviving off of your whim everywhere he goes isn't good enough for him for each discounts that which it isn't in and out groups in and out of the loops self vs. other he laughs and smiles on cue and everyone finds a mate within their class and range physical attributes compatibility and so forth for reasons why cognitions are dissonant she the first cut deep to the shallow nothing ever lasts until you become boring and decide that that is what you want and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true and i am not a teenager anymore and where are they now if it comes across as insincere that's because it is i wonder how many concerns we would bring up if we didn't have people that hold power over us in our lives CHORUS VERSE 3 speaking in doubles double O Devin undercover spy p-h-i double l-y "do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?" nope i have no idea what your talking about and its best that way manning up and away from those he loves for that big promotion sometimes i feel the vibe that you guys hate the shit out of me and it hurts my feelings i wasn't feeling the vibe but it was time to perform so i did it anyway and felt shitty afterwards everything about it felt hoaky and stupid sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks that you don't wanna suck to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck is the way i see it curse cursing don't be so eager you don't have to do that to please him cus you are too beautiful i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it cus it defeats its purpose and he thinks that thats the way to do it what you enjoy kills me and i hate it here and i know you do too night life or art what did i originally want from the start and death did us apart CHORUS VERSE 4: i don't belong to this world switch it up depending on where you are whilst dodging cameras unless you so choose to hold on to your cohesive identifiable identity identical to those remembered and most likely in the future keep it together conserve laughing and smiling on cue occasioned by you setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves redundant as to clarify is to foreshadow what has already developed ahead of your time you make me sick vomiting stupidly with idiotic and moronic tendencies and they say i'm a fuck and they're right feed the buzz plus who can you trust when there's too many mc's not enough mics is the belief which is believable and fun et al amidst your own i.e. that there are plenty of mics to go around but that money and/or connects bring differing qualities of mics and prestige affiliations affirmations as proof of what so ever and ever you already are an ideal self proven or actualized by ways of evidence to those who don't believe in you CHORUS (catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......) --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Hangman: intro verse: Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment, i told him i would use it, i could have looked up, but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out) 11:30 French, such a mensch, guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving to persue her new, shhhh....... wait, don't hesitate, it won't set 'em straight, levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan, don't say nothing, good listener, a shoulder to cry on, but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed, less is more except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy, platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time, grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic, all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded, hot potatoes on the couch, boob tubes and lonely verse 1: even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own, and the original is forgotten, only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on spawns a warm embrace and leaves space cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what ought be done fun is to be had by all situations hairy and balled the so called and called out extra extra extraneous abundancy read all about it perception of fit mental maps walking on water running laps but you cant keep running away from the grand master plan sam i am a ham egged on by green envy of the men we are seemingly supposed to be sons of guns where did we learn it from (scene) V.2 I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow swimming through chemical compounds, h20 liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy, maybe im indecisive, self richeous, i might just break it all down down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said, im dead serious delirious with blurred vision a hip hop head on collision a statistician fishing for compliments a conglomerate putting it all together a playground grounded in play with mood swings that change with the weather and better for it exploring a nympho for the info of salient foreign social objects dont box me in boxes i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks blast off like rockets while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious im making progress with the prospects of my projects i've got options that i'm picking i dig in within this win win situation situated in my state of nature in which to state your purpose does it a disservice maiming it worthless none of this is on purpose motivated by unconscious urges surges of adrenaline i'm like pesky kids meddling cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last" not so fast where are you going where are we going with this bare witness this is bigger than the business V.3 It's like im crazy on the microphone but sane when you meet me in person particularly if you know me well which may never happen if our personas don't jell wishing you will wish me well dropping nick names nicks, dimes, quarters, and change that i fished for in the fountain of youth, that predated my date with the clues that you should get in exchange for the exchange that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand do you know how to get back from whense you came to there, where they say we should not go, they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline off the handy man's hands that feeds the little birdies that told my minds made up me to hear what you are saying but to not to listen to who you think you are barred from the point of no return deserves another now and then to feel around a rounded dead object objective to this associative interconnected networking of crazies on the microphone --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Our Own Little World: Verse: speaking kissing listening hugging laughing kuddling napping sleeping dreaming leaving little by little alone together we wither away decay amidst times that fade sooner or later why do i hesitate one day we will both die Chorus: why are you being so nice to me why are you being so nice to me in out own little world i feel you slipping away Verse Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence: v.1 his heart was stolen he roamed heartless partial to patriarchal settings getting farthest from the fact that that is this and vic a versa the observer is observed and, but of course, coerced behind closed doors, locked, non responsive to hard knocks the watch is clearly merely a schedule meter now he's a wanna be mind reader confabulating truths checking in ones and two's with circular arguments, no, riddles and queries, theories of the guilty which can never be proven, i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in such that all are innocent bystanders good by standards within a reasonable doubt such that the loud moth is hushed implicit egotism and lust set free from maya or so at first believed to be but not rather on a higher dimensional plane of existential formulaics due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it but take it as it comes and goes in and out of existence chorus: in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups in and out of the loops v.2 freeze duel processes for better or for worse interjected inspected and evaluated by means of a non communicative synonymous nature of awareness amongst the ambiguities that are resulting from the attributing to stems of dissonance of cognitions due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts, self images acquired through observational studies of one's public displays of behaviourisms internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs truth or dare? i dare you to tell the truth cuz truth is in a liar prior to being inspired i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire and realizedm spitting through the wire, that i'm a king without a crown or even being called a king at all cuz, whats in a name so lets freak the bleak and just roll with it go it with it as it comes and goes in and out of existence CHORUS V2 I was in when being in was getting in with the out group i came out before branching out from the family tree rooted on the undergrounds of the burial grounds watered down familiar to my me, cultivated gathering sticks that bore bearings fruits of labor in due time dated witnesses needless to say what is hard to tell inklings of silent pens timed and placed their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come in out going out sourcing citing sources in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups grouping dotted delinneations in line for diplomas diplomats caucus mounting double entendres their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come out going out sourcing sighting sources in and out of existence credits released 21 March 2014 * The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne * Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite * Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein. *Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein *Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels *All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * Mastered by Jesus Bravo * Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye * Layout by Rebecca Martell * Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher

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10. Alien Architect - Arteria - 06 Hangman

Alien Architect - Arteria - 06 Hangman

Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria: V. Spit art coming out straight from an ARTery, saliva, he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded looks like getting smart to the deep see diver, underscoring see level dumbing down for the market place acquisition manipulating various varying variable social objects marked down for a sale his experimental examination hath failed such a waste oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind is a waste of one' time speechless, a mime, gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid, cooled by revolving fan, intermediated by holy screen, who rhythmically poets over beats, beaten dress up half maskings, asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet, composed of little piggies toe to toe, who's homes had had been blowed by wolves, down boys at the heal, echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity as to arch after the soul that wasted one's time speaking of bow flex archery building arcs for two of a kind animalistic creatures, created by the creator, created by the man's mind's manners, manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn cleanser containment, drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot, upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways, daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not fair enough is enough, to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver CON-fused, the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly salivates analogous to an ARTery, coming out crooked, deriving the art of spit VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them.................... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 2: This/That: Chorus: A this posing as a that A that posing as a this this is a that posing as a this that is a this posing as a that posing as each other and posing as each other posing as each other and posing each other apposing each other, you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us V.1 Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen at their presence we were something else unapplicable to our surrounding area crews dividing people like me from you and the like, say the right things, laugh, smile on cue, love the attention but pretend i'm loving you, speak to one person who whispers down the lane and word has bonded the whole group i used to think is was a matter of representing the whole truth but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance, entertaining the ignorance of othered people, he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking and shrinking at the thought leading to another shadow self disengaged CHORUS V.2 Different, silent, quiet when he's alone, and mean when he's with his own, its cool to be hardened by life, conflicting stories, love and strife, charismatic status, its better to separate my self from you than to argue for the rest of my life i left the city then i came back only to want to leave again i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence, war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses, polite political party people gather around, lets see who the best and who the weakest is, redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well, you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess, and the way that we express, we always skip stops we fell on the right track but on the wrong train, no need to complain, it does no raise your interest rates, "eyes up here" she says, "look at my face" but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid) Chorus outtro: move on move one........... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 3: Not Never: Chorus: and it don't stop not never it never ever will and it dont wont stop it never ever will (don't stop, won't stop) VERSE 1: a method actor who got carried away playing the role of psycho path the devil's advocate and i advocate everything i'm with you all one and all we are all one in the same we're all one check it out i am just the number one son of a gun just like you i'm something like you who knew time flew away mind you, a day ago a flow display conveyed convex go figure from the ground up reversal i speak in circles with circular arguments yeah CHORUS VERSE 2: its so ingenuine just the same words over and over its just a method it is so hectic the scheduling and this work is busy its all busy work now we're dull boys cus we have no play in the playground love i am grounded in play and the l.o.v.e in the place to be pretended to be an mc if you wanna be then you're a wanna be (uh) spice up your life here it goes again i will rock it on the mic every time that i lie just a method actor and the whole world is but a stage CHORUS VERSE 3: we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to: v. 1 you approached me with pretention and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question and we did this for years and i saw my self as what you saw me as and what we used to do was cool but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with one's owned perspectives internal attribution error, consistant and cohesive as to shy away from dissonance felt chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to v. 2 concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition) chorus v. 3 i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are... we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed: VERSE 1: everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can because we're still alive and your gone and the reason your gone is because of the thing that i wanted to do that also failed and is also gone and he wanted me to be another thing and by the time i finally did it he became what i was everybody's having so much fun and i used to until i realized i was trying to be somebody else and your having so much fun but i know that your trying to be somebody else from who i ever knew and everybody want to have fun and everybody wants to smoke and everybody wants to drink and everybody wants to get fucked up dude and everybody wants to fuck and everybody wants to fuck or have really cheezy families that feel really awkward to be around and i'm living the high life the revolution will not be televised yet alone happen at all outside of catering to conscious fantasy land everyone has failed and it is all a sham nobody really cares about anything but their own lives and the way that they look (limited altruism competitive altruism look at me now with all of my flaws) CHORUS my sad sad face would like to smile again but im so hurt ill never laugh again VERSE 2 all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed, including atheism, this one, and my own judgmental mind its curtains for me i have no right to rhyme yet alone exist on this planet the alien architect thriving surviving off of your whim everywhere he goes isn't good enough for him for each discounts that which it isn't in and out groups in and out of the loops self vs. other he laughs and smiles on cue and everyone finds a mate within their class and range physical attributes compatibility and so forth for reasons why cognitions are dissonant she the first cut deep to the shallow nothing ever lasts until you become boring and decide that that is what you want and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true and i am not a teenager anymore and where are they now if it comes across as insincere that's because it is i wonder how many concerns we would bring up if we didn't have people that hold power over us in our lives CHORUS VERSE 3 speaking in doubles double O Devin undercover spy p-h-i double l-y "do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?" nope i have no idea what your talking about and its best that way manning up and away from those he loves for that big promotion sometimes i feel the vibe that you guys hate the shit out of me and it hurts my feelings i wasn't feeling the vibe but it was time to perform so i did it anyway and felt shitty afterwards everything about it felt hoaky and stupid sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks that you don't wanna suck to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck is the way i see it curse cursing don't be so eager you don't have to do that to please him cus you are too beautiful i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it cus it defeats its purpose and he thinks that thats the way to do it what you enjoy kills me and i hate it here and i know you do too night life or art what did i originally want from the start and death did us apart CHORUS VERSE 4: i don't belong to this world switch it up depending on where you are whilst dodging cameras unless you so choose to hold on to your cohesive identifiable identity identical to those remembered and most likely in the future keep it together conserve laughing and smiling on cue occasioned by you setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves redundant as to clarify is to foreshadow what has already developed ahead of your time you make me sick vomiting stupidly with idiotic and moronic tendencies and they say i'm a fuck and they're right feed the buzz plus who can you trust when there's too many mc's not enough mics is the belief which is believable and fun et al amidst your own i.e. that there are plenty of mics to go around but that money and/or connects bring differing qualities of mics and prestige affiliations affirmations as proof of what so ever and ever you already are an ideal self proven or actualized by ways of evidence to those who don't believe in you CHORUS (catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......) --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Hangman: intro verse: Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment, i told him i would use it, i could have looked up, but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out) 11:30 French, such a mensch, guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving to persue her new, shhhh....... wait, don't hesitate, it won't set 'em straight, levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan, don't say nothing, good listener, a shoulder to cry on, but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed, less is more except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy, platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time, grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic, all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded, hot potatoes on the couch, boob tubes and lonely verse 1: even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own, and the original is forgotten, only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on spawns a warm embrace and leaves space cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what ought be done fun is to be had by all situations hairy and balled the so called and called out extra extra extraneous abundancy read all about it perception of fit mental maps walking on water running laps but you cant keep running away from the grand master plan sam i am a ham egged on by green envy of the men we are seemingly supposed to be sons of guns where did we learn it from (scene) V.2 I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow swimming through chemical compounds, h20 liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy, maybe im indecisive, self richeous, i might just break it all down down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said, im dead serious delirious with blurred vision a hip hop head on collision a statistician fishing for compliments a conglomerate putting it all together a playground grounded in play with mood swings that change with the weather and better for it exploring a nympho for the info of salient foreign social objects dont box me in boxes i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks blast off like rockets while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious im making progress with the prospects of my projects i've got options that i'm picking i dig in within this win win situation situated in my state of nature in which to state your purpose does it a disservice maiming it worthless none of this is on purpose motivated by unconscious urges surges of adrenaline i'm like pesky kids meddling cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last" not so fast where are you going where are we going with this bare witness this is bigger than the business V.3 It's like im crazy on the microphone but sane when you meet me in person particularly if you know me well which may never happen if our personas don't jell wishing you will wish me well dropping nick names nicks, dimes, quarters, and change that i fished for in the fountain of youth, that predated my date with the clues that you should get in exchange for the exchange that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand do you know how to get back from whense you came to there, where they say we should not go, they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline off the handy man's hands that feeds the little birdies that told my minds made up me to hear what you are saying but to not to listen to who you think you are barred from the point of no return deserves another now and then to feel around a rounded dead object objective to this associative interconnected networking of crazies on the microphone --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Our Own Little World: Verse: speaking kissing listening hugging laughing kuddling napping sleeping dreaming leaving little by little alone together we wither away decay amidst times that fade sooner or later why do i hesitate one day we will both die Chorus: why are you being so nice to me why are you being so nice to me in out own little world i feel you slipping away Verse Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence: v.1 his heart was stolen he roamed heartless partial to patriarchal settings getting farthest from the fact that that is this and vic a versa the observer is observed and, but of course, coerced behind closed doors, locked, non responsive to hard knocks the watch is clearly merely a schedule meter now he's a wanna be mind reader confabulating truths checking in ones and two's with circular arguments, no, riddles and queries, theories of the guilty which can never be proven, i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in such that all are innocent bystanders good by standards within a reasonable doubt such that the loud moth is hushed implicit egotism and lust set free from maya or so at first believed to be but not rather on a higher dimensional plane of existential formulaics due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it but take it as it comes and goes in and out of existence chorus: in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups in and out of the loops v.2 freeze duel processes for better or for worse interjected inspected and evaluated by means of a non communicative synonymous nature of awareness amongst the ambiguities that are resulting from the attributing to stems of dissonance of cognitions due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts, self images acquired through observational studies of one's public displays of behaviourisms internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs truth or dare? i dare you to tell the truth cuz truth is in a liar prior to being inspired i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire and realizedm spitting through the wire, that i'm a king without a crown or even being called a king at all cuz, whats in a name so lets freak the bleak and just roll with it go it with it as it comes and goes in and out of existence CHORUS V2 I was in when being in was getting in with the out group i came out before branching out from the family tree rooted on the undergrounds of the burial grounds watered down familiar to my me, cultivated gathering sticks that bore bearings fruits of labor in due time dated witnesses needless to say what is hard to tell inklings of silent pens timed and placed their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come in out going out sourcing citing sources in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups grouping dotted delinneations in line for diplomas diplomats caucus mounting double entendres their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come out going out sourcing sighting sources in and out of existence credits released 21 March 2014 * The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne * Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite * Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein. *Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein *Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels *All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * Mastered by Jesus Bravo * Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye * Layout by Rebecca Martell * Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher

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11. Myself In The 4th Dimension

  • Published: 2011-02-08T20:15:37Z
  • By mrevaaaaa
Myself In The 4th Dimension

***!!!SUPER AWESOME INSTRUCTIONAL/INFORMATIONAL TEXT DOCUMENT FOR DOG DAYS!!!*** ***BRIEF SUMMARY*** Hey there dudes and dudettes! CONGRATULATIONS! My name is Tom Brennan, a.k.a. Mrevaaaaa (not MISTER eva, but pronounced mirreeeevaah), and you've download my album DOG DAYS (LOL)! First off, I'd like to say Thank you for downloading this, unless you bought it from me at the show, and if that's the case then I'd like to apologize that you had to spend money on it (since spending money is lame, c'mon). This album is in order of what date I wrote each track on (excluding the first one, since it's an intro track) since I wanted people to see how I evolved since the first song I ever wrote (which was Mouths Full Of Candy). I titled it "Dog Days" because during the summer of 2010 I had the best time of my life with the greatest friends I'll probably ever have. I also titled it "Dog Days" because my friends and I have a website called "Dogs Of The Internet" based off of our skype chat name that we've all been in for YEARS (yes, I'm being serious, son) called "dogs". My friends are my dogs, and I love my dogs very much. I give shout outs to all of my dogs, as well as many other supportive people and people that are very close to me, at the bottom of this LONG-ASS text document. I hope you all enjoy this album as much as I enjoyed making it. ***INSTRUCTIONS, I SUPPOSE. LOL*** As you may or may not already have seen, there's multiple pictures for album art inside this here ZIP you got from me (as well as my album, and this text document), so you can pick whichever one you want to show up for "Dog Days" in your mediaplayer. To do this, put the picture that you want inside the same folder as the songs of the album, "Dog Days", and add it to your media library. I know this works with Winamp, and most other media players should work the same way (I think, lol). ------------------------------------------------------------ ***LYRICS/SONG MEANINGS AND SHIT*** ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 1: The Listening Pillow **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Originally, I was going to title this album "The Listening Pillow" because every single recording I've ever done, since the very beginning of me getting serious with music, has been recorded with my mic layed down on a pillow. Every single song I have ever released has been recorded into a pillow, while I sat on my bed, sweating up a motherfucking storm. Other than that, there's really not much to say about this song. I wanted an intro track (I also wanted an intro thing for shows and stuff, and I'm gonna be using an alternate version of this intro for that actually), and since I put the album in order of when I wrote it (from earliest, to most recent, as I said before), I put a few quiet clips of some miscellaneous songs I had (also in order of which I wrote them/covered them, doy) to put the emphasis on the fact that these songs were written over the course of a really long time (from the earliest song to the newest song it's nearly a full 2 years). Btw, I'm sorry I've been using parentheses like an asshole. I just don't know any other way to articulate my thoughts. The songs you hear in this one are (from first, to last): 1. Mistakes (Off of my first album, which was also ass.) 2. You Make Me... FUCKING SCREAM (Off of my second album, which was ass.) 3. Peter Cat REVISITED (Not on any album, just some song I released over tumblr one time. It was also a cover of the song PETER CAT on my first album) 4. Me, Myself, & The Moon (A cover of a song with the same title by a band called "The Drums", also not on an album) **LYRICS** There are no lyrics. Well, technically there's lyrics in the songs I have playing in the background, but there's no actual lyrics for the track itself. Fun fact: The entire track is in the key of C, that's including the songs in it and the track itself ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 2: Mouths Full Of Candy! (And Hearts Full Of Fire!) **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** This was the first song I ever wrote and recorded sometime in February of 2009. I recorded it while I was dating this girl, whom I'm still good friends with, and it was just the manifestation of all of the happiest feelings I had while dating her really I didn't really have any actual experience with music around this time, (This is one of the happiest songs I've ever written for this reason since I wasn't writing from what I was usually feeling, which is sadness, since I'm a sappy fuck). other than messing around in FL Studio 8 for a satirical rap group my friends & I had called "The Vernon Kings". Point is, I didn't really have an ear for it much at all, I just kind of fucked around til I got something that sounded cool. This song is SO OLD, in fact, that it's been recorded and released 3 seperate times (this being the last). The first time it was recorded with my Skype headset and released on my Myspace (lol), the second time it was recorded with my current microphone, the AT2020USB condenser mic, but at the time I recorded it I had no-fucking-clue what I was doing with the mic AND I recorded it into Audacity, which I no longer use (I use FL Studio now), and the THIRD and LAST time I recorded it with my AT2020USB condenser mic as well, but this time I actually knew what I was doing, and I actually wrote the second half of this song (from 1:47 onward) in the late months of 2010, since i needed to make it much longer (since it originally ENDED at around 1:47 originally), and then recorded it at around the same time. I figured I'd stick with the fun/happy/silly feeling of the song, which is why I complain about how I can't drive (I still can't, lol). **LYRICS** Player 1 insert coin. Player 2 insert coin. 1, 2, 1 2 3 4! Come on everybody, get off your seats and get on the dance floor! Pump it up! Make it louder! Here we go no! Okay, okay, okay NOW! Contrary, to popular belief I like all my time spent when it's just YOU AND ME! CAUSE, you're the best and you make me feel great! Can I take you to the movies I will pay for the date! We can see anything that you desire! WITH OUR MOUTHS FULL OF CANDY AND OUR HEARTS FULL OF FIRE! You're the best girl to me it doesn't matter what you do! And despite the situation I will always love you! WOO! Let's play a game just YOU AND ME! Two players that make the PERFECT TEAM! We'll WIN this can't you see! LET'S HAVE LOTS OF FUN TONIGHT, WEE! You make me feel like I'M FANTASTIC! As long as you remain my sidekick! BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH! WE ARE TWO ACTION FIGURES FIGHTING CRIME IN PLASTIC! It's about that time in the song where I mix it up--JUST A BIT! And I, do something, completely unexpected like a BASS SOLO! GET READY FOR IT! (I don't want to write the lyrics for that part, it's too silly) (bass solo) WELL I JUST WANNA TAKE YOU ON A DATE! I'LL PICK YOU UP AT SIX I WON'T BE LATE! (lol it's funny because I couldn't drive when I wrote this and I STILL can't drive, and I'm 18) But there's one thing that I should tell you, and it makes me want to cry. It's something I'm quiiite ashamed of, and it's that I still can't drive. I can't drive x2 (he can't drive) x2 But don't give up just yet because the future still looks bright! Although I cannot drive, in time, I really think I might! I know I'm not that manly and I'm sure this doesn't help, But listen here I've got so much love so listen when I yell! THAT I TRY! x1,000,000,000 (he's really really tryin' tonight) ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 3: Like You **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** This was the first REAL song I wrote, in my opinion. It was the first time I had written a song with chords on a guitar and recorded it (the first recording was much worse). I wrote it after breaking up with the girlfriend I wrote the first track about, and since I had dated her for 4 years and I was 17 when I broke up (do that math, I had just turned 13 when we started dating, so that's a pretty huge part of my life), it was really hard being single. Also, I had been suspended from school because I went in drunk one night, which turned into a nightmare where I ended up having to go to a treatment center 3 days a week for 3 hours a dayin the "Abusers" program. Long story short, I learned a lot about myself while I was there, but regardless, the first week I was suspended for (which was the week after I went to school drunk) I was also grounded, and single, therefor it was the loneliest I had ever been. I really hated how repetative it was, so when I re-recoreded it for this album, I ended up writing a little bit extra, which is everything before the first "I don't know what I'm doing at all" part of the song. Tbh, I kind of like the old one better, but I've realized everything isn't going to come out perfect. TL;DR really personal shit, try and not judge me. Whether you'd like to believe it or not, I've changed quite a bit since then. **LYRICS** Now, I didn't mean to fall so hard to the ground. Is it safe to say that I'll find my way? And I'm full of hate, I'm so full of hate And I don't know what I'm doing at all. I'm living in this world alone (so cold) and nowhere feels like home tonight. I just need someone to talk to like you, and I just need someone to talk to you like you. And it's sad to know, that we can't go back in time And it's sad to know, that the mornings a fucking sign That we fucked up, and it's true, that there's nothing that we can do Except lie to ourselves, one last time, and say we're all good and that we're fiiiiine And I don't know what I'm doing at all. I'm living in this world alone (so cold) and nowhere feels like home tonight. I just need someone to talk to like you, and I just need someone to talk to you like you. (like you) But you're not there. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 4: Attention! **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this track when I had a crush on this girl in early February of 2010 that I ended up dating and I wasn't sure if she liked me back even though we chilled and stuff at the time (And at the TIME, she DID like me, I just didn't think she did. I know, real simple teenage shit, right?) and this was a silly way for me to say how I basically felt like a big bitch for relying on girls validating my feelings for me to feel happy. It was originally a really shitty acoustic song of the same length (this track is only like :30 seconds) with a lot of reverb on it because, for some reason, I thought reverb made everything sound good. For this album, I re-recorded it with my electric guitar and bass, accompanied by some synths from FL studio as well as some drum beats and shit to make it sound funky. I think it still gets the point across. **LYRICS** I hate my need for female attention. Loving, crushing, heart breaking; it's not too good for my self-esteem, And in time, maybe I will grow some balls, But for now I'm just some big man bitch with not too much goin' for me at all. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 5: Alive **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** During the early states of my relationship with this girl in late February of 2010 (yes, the same girl I had a crush on in early February 2010, I didn't know her very well and I was still obviously very insecure and since I liked her so much and I was so excited to be in a relationship again, each waking moment where she wasn't talking to me I was obsessing over whether or not she liked me or not and all this bullshit and it made me feel awful and there'd be days where we were supposed to hang out and she'd cancel last minute and I'd have gotten my hopes up so I'd get all sad. Basically, it was a bunch of stupid shit and I still didn't know how to deal with myself at the time and I was home alone a lot around this time period (and I was also still recovering from the embarrassing incident that got me into counseling). This was a real rough time, whether it was petty problems or not. I wrote this song over the course of like, a few months (I recorded the final version in July of 2010 and wrote it originally in late February and it was also a much shorter version) and I finished writing it in July, and by then I was single again and realized that things get better and I got EXCEPTIONALLY close with my friends from my original highscool in Vernon, NJ, which led the end of the song to be kind of "hopeful" yet "sad". I also didn't do very good in school and realized I wasn't going to be going to any fancy colleges, so I felt bad for feeling like I let my mom down. I didn't really feel like I let myself down in this department only because I fucking hated school and I didn't really want to go to college anyway. Yeah, I'm so smart. At least I finished high school and I'm going to community college now, lol. **LYRICS** Taking naps on days where the past night I slept twelve hours, Sitting where I've always sat before The rest of my life sort of speaks for itself. Instead of moving out I'm staying in and making up for being dumb, and lazy, and fat, And besides that I just don't know what I'm gonna do I'm just a stupid little boy with a guitar and a mouth And I don't exactly have much else but, I still care. So I'll spend this time to mess around or do what some people call living your life, Because I'm alive I'm always crashing to the ground I always fight myself til I can't speak And then we push and push and push and push Persue, live and let live Taking something from myself and others I have got to give I've had trouble perceiving, but now I am believing I'll leave behind what's bleeding And patch these fucking wounds ooooh Reflections reflections in different directions I'm cross eyed and I can't see ahead Repairs and corrections and making decisions To break out this prision or rot here instead I'm not budging with faith and not moving with god I'm a rock sationary and stuck I've found myself book by book off the shelf I've been given the best of my luck But was far more than thaaaaaaaaat No no no no no x2 Well now I'm outta highschool and I've got 2 part time jobs Adulthoodm is calling my name It's kind of coming fast Growing up sorta sucks I don't have a girlfriend, I've been single for a while i've been left alone to deal with myself A hug would be nice! But it's okay if you don't! I gotta deal with my codependencies and learn more about myself and me and once I'm done with that, I might be alright With that and mind and my goals have been said I'll do what some people call living your life Because I'm alive 1,2,3,4 WOOAH! I hope this never endsx1,000,000 No! ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 6: Supperhappy! **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Firstly, I'd like to say this: Ahahaahahahahahahhahahaahhahahahhahahahhahahahhahaaaahah. Okay, let's get real here. I wrote this song during the best stages of my relationship with the girl I ended up dating in February 2010 that I mentioned in the descriptions of the other songs, and it is effectively the happiest thing I've ever written (besides "Mouths Full of Candy", of course). Although I this song isn't relevant to my life anymore (as in I am, what most people would describe as "Over it". i.e. fuq dat shit) I still really liked how it came out and all of the feelings I expressed in this song were still all very genuine, especially the ending (although in retrospect, had I known that life can be okay when you're not dating someone THEN like I do NOW, I might have written different lyrics LOL) **LYRICS** I wanna throw my cellphone at the wall, and kick my desktop til it breaks. I wanna run, run, run, real far away to some place I can't communicate, But I won't, cause then I couldn't talk to you and that would suck! I wanna write a book about my life! THREE PAGES FULL OF SHIT! As in depth as a childrens book, I could probably go without it! So I will! But I'll still think about what the illustrations would look like! Badadadadadadadax1,000,000,000 I'll write you a letter cause it feels good When I put my pen to paper I'm not poet, I just like writing! Stroke after stroke, word after word! (lol i always think of wieners here, not pens) I'm feeling awesome and I hope it's mutual cause I think you're awesome! Can we be awesome together? Badadadadadadadax1,000,000,000 Childrens books aren't hard to read! I wear my heart out on my sleeve! I'm sorry if I talk too much-- You seem to like it cause you're still here! I've ran away from myself before and it's not fun, but you're so COOL and you're so GREAT and you MAKE ME FEEL SO HAPPY you're so COOL and you're so GREAT Do you wanna run away with me? Do you wanna run away with meeEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee? I thought I'D seen pretty, until I saw you (as in, hubbah hubbah) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I'D felt comfort, until I felt you (also as in, hubbah hubbah) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I knew happiness, until I knew you (as in, I-was-obviously-really-codependent when I wrote this song) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I had purpose, until I had you (as in WOW HOW PATHETIC) You've redefined that word for me, too. And a single, angsty teenage tear is shed. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 7: 1499 Days **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Remember that girl I started dating in February? Well, if you've come this far, I'm sure as hell you do. I ended up really falling for this girl. Like, REALLY falling for her. I felt like my idea of what being in love with someone had changed and I just felt so amazing. She ended up dumping me and I was really broken up about it. I wanted to blame the fact that, for nearly a quarter of my life, I was in a relationship with this girl (from the time I had just turned 13, on October 1st, and for a grand total of 1499 days after that), and I felt that it indirectly made me really codependent because I never really learned how to just deal with myself and not have someone to talk to about it. I felt like a piece of shit and I wish I wasn't so codependent. The monolauge in the beginning was something I wrote by hand one day when I was really hating myself. I don't really want you to be able to understand it. **LYRICS** I don't remember what it's like to be happy alone. Countless hours on my bed I spend here at home If only I could be 13 again, I wouldn't need somebody else! x2 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 8: Myself In The 4th Dimension (Hint: The 4th dimension is time, teehee) **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this song one day when I was really hating myself and didn't know how to properly express it without looking even sappier than I already am, so I wrote a song that sounded really happy/kind of nostalgiac too, I suppose, and sang my self-loathing poetry to it. With some autotune in the beginning. I'm sorry. **LYRICS** If I could go back in time and talk to myself, I'd probably not believe what I had to say. I'd probably assume I was lying even though I would be trying to make sure I don't turn out this way I've I could go back in time and fight with myself, I'd probably lose but I'd still wonder why I am such an asshole now. How did I end up such a terrible guuuy-oh badadadax1,000,000 If I could go back in time and deal with myself, there's no doubt that I would just want to fucking die and if there's someone that I have a problem with It would be me myself and fucking IIII-Oh And I wish that I knew why! I suck so much, yeah, I I wish that I knew why I suck so much I suck so fucking much ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 9: Hey, what's up? **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I know this is kind of anticlimactic, but here's how writing this song went: I was strumming around on my acoustic and just sort of saying random things until I found something that sounded good, which ended up being a simple "Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a long, long time (well at least it feels that way)" with the C, G, F chord progression (all bar chords), and I just sort of went from there. This song was basically me just jamming out and having fun. I'm sorry it isn't really about someone, if you were hoping it was, and I'm sorry if you found yourself "relating" to this song at all. Hey, just cause it's not exactly relevant to my life doesn't mean it can't be for you! **LYRICS** Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a long, long time. (Well, at least it feels that way) Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a while! (It feels like it's been so long!) Listen to the minors I play I'm only trying to paly what sounds right ba ba ba ba badadadada ba x1,000,000 I've missed you x1,000,000,000,000 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 10: Summer **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** The summer of 2010 was the summer I found myself more than any of the past ones. It was the first summer where I was single, and the 2nd album my friends and I were drinking and smoking and the like, except this time we hadn't *just* started, so we weren't a bunch of idiots. Plus, I had learned a lot from my counseling experience in the past, and I wasn't gonna let myself get back into a situation like that again, and I think, given that fact, it made my summer a LOT BETTER, since: 1. I had learned what NOT to do when it comes to PARTYING. That also means WHERE, erm 2. I hadn't gotten to party with my friends for a good 4 month or so time period since I was on counseling and everything, so it just made it so much more fun. I also was getting really sick of the fact that all I did was complain about how much I hated myself in all of my other songs. See, I don't say "I'm awesome" or anything in this song, but the point is, I *felt* awesome, and I was really enjoying how things were working out for me. TL;DR best summer ever, I had a lot of fun, and my life started looking much better. This explains the "I love my life" ending, lol. **LYRICS** I remember times of sadness by myself in my own skin God damn it i was so uncomfortable Upon inspection self reflection though alright in its direction It's (self) correction: repetative, and redundant at its best My songs tend to be parallel and meaning the same things Will i ever mix it up a bit and stop it with this shit? Life is way too great to spend it writing sappy songs About how i don't like myself and i'm a bitch Listen here, to what i have to say You're important in every single way Life is tough at times, and that's just how it is Spend the rest of your life better day after day Everyone is talkin' 'bout the snow And I'm already thinkin' how much fun I'm gonna have this summer Late car rides with music blasting, Screaming at the kids we're passing, Laughing hard and reminiscing Oh my fucking god All my friends come back from college, My summer job starts; I got a full wallet! Drink too much! Shit! Oh, I gotta vomit! PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! But that's not the point of why I like summer My friends are just back so it's a lot funner So guys, come on let's go! Listen here, to what i have to say You're important in every single way Life is tough at times, and that's just how it is Spend the rest of your life better day after day I love my life x999999 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 11: Snow Blow **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** After summer ended, a lot of my friends left for college. Y'know, the friends I grew closer and closer with in the summer. It wasn't so bad at first in the early stages of fall and all because I could still hang out with my other friends that stayed back home to just go to community college because they don't know what else to do with their lives either, like myself, but then, something horrible happened. Winter came, and it came BUCKETS. It's been snowing, icing, sleeting, and jizzing so much around here that even though a lot of my friends are still around and stuff I couldn't fucking hang out with them because the roads were so bad. And I still can't fucking drive. So, without the powerful mental, emotioal, and party driven backing of my best friends, I once again began to manifest feelings of inadequacy and loneliness in myself. Also, in the beginning of the fall, end of the summer, I moved into a new house which is conveniently located like 100 feet from one of the slopes of my local ski-resort, Mountain Creek, and even when it wasn't snowing for everyone else in my county, it would still snow at my house, which only made me think of the loneliness of this winter even more because the snow is just a constant reminder that I am going to be staying inside, by myself, quite a bit. Of course, I still managed to see my friends at least once a week, but there would be countless days where I'd be sitting in the same place, doing the same thing, for hours and hours on end on my computer recording/playing videogames/jerking off. After a while, it just got redundant, and in comparison to how AMAZING the summer was, it just felt really, really shitty. **LYRICS** I don't like myself at times more often than I'd like My eyes are focused on the mirror and my feet are stuck right where they are. Inside myself my thoughts are caught and locked and I can't stop to tell That it's alright and that's just life but hell I guess I'm doing fine Can't I just stop for a minute and appreciate what's great? There's nothing worse in life, and I know, than putting yourself down. So cut it out. Just cut it out. x2 EPIC GUITAR SHREDDAGE Let the snow keep me home as I stay inside! I'll never get used to stuff like this! ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 12: Pesky Little Problems **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this song during the same, awful winter that I described in the info of the last song. I wanted it to be warmer. I wanted a girlfriend. I felt lonely, sad, self loathing, regretful, remorseful, etc etc etc. I just didn't feel very good. I kept trying to get myself to like girls and stuff that I knew deep down I wasn't interested in to satisfy my own selfish needs of wanting to make basic human connections with people of the opposite sex and it only ever ended up with me hurting said girl and hating myself. **LYRICS** I don't love anyone and it's quite hard 'Cause I want to love someone But I don't even like anyone No, I don't even like anyone I wish that I loved somebody but it's quite hard, When I don't even love myself And I don't even like myself. I wish I didn't care enough to make the air around more pleasant to breath. I guess, that life is just fair, 'cause I've not been the best, if you couldn't see I wish I loved someone x4 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 13: The Cogs Are Spinnin' **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** In my local music scene, we have 2 genres of music. Well, one of them technically isn't in *my* local scene, since it's in Warwick, NY, and I'm from NJ, but fuck you, it's only like 20 minutes away. Those genres are Hardcore, which is from my area, unfortunately, and Ska, which is from the Warwick area. I'll start this off by saying that I actually like the Warwick kids. The scene where I'm from in Vernon, NJ fucking sucks. It's a bunch of HXC mosh warriors where music is a science where there's a formula to creating "songs" that usually goes something like this: CHUGGA CHUGGA DUNNGE DUNGE(crowd chant) CHUGGA CHUGGA DUNNGE DUNGE (something offensive) (ride hit) (breakdown) (crash bass snare) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) Fuck that. Music isn't a fucking popularity contest. Well, it is for some people, but fuck all of those people, asses. This song is about my music scene and I can't stand how they are doing the same thing that every famous pop artists does with their music: they're writing songs with alterior motives, as in for reasons other than BECAUSE THEY'RE PASSIONATE ABOUT WRITING MUSIC. FUCK YOU. Basically, I take pride in knowing that I'm not "one of them", and though it may be conceited, I'm still grateful I'm at least not a COMPLETE fucking toolbag, and that's why it sounds like such a happy song, and not an angry or sad one instead, as I'm rejoicing in the fact that I'm not a puppet like a lot of people in the music industry appear to be. **LYRICS** These days all they care about is Am i on the top? Can i walk the walk? Am i good enough? It's sobering to think that they're all the same! (they're all the [email protected]) I don't know why i even try sometimes when i see these kids lie To the faces of their "so called fans" I hope they try to make things right Instead they're just assembly lines To make fake tracks on demand It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! It's all the same! It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! Never thought i would be singing to a mic about how i don't like the sight of fights that happen every night and i don't wanna be the meanest in the scene i'm but a teen and i believe my morals didn't lead me to be a marine Mm i being clear? Some things are not as they appear. Being mad at your dad for not raising you right, That's no reason for a beating at a show friday night. Despite the blight you're alright (despite the blight you're alright) Despite the blight you're alright (despite the blight you're alright) For you it's not about the music No, it's all about the sound The crowds and clothes that you have now You wanna fucking run this town Is this how things go down? Is this really how things go down? I'm sick of all this bullshit yes i'm sick of working hard On songs i poured my soul into that you so easily discard. When will you stop this act? or did i over react? It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! It's all the same! It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! ------------------------------------------------------------ AND THAT'S IT! If you actually read all the way to the bottom, you're a real hero, and I guess that means you enjoyed the album enough to read up on it. Cheers to you, sir, or ma'am. I've spent the past 4 hours typing this shit up, so I hope it was worth it and at least 1 or 2 people actually look at this thing. I hope you all enjoy how I evolved as a musician as the album progressed and everything, given that it was in chronological order and all. I love you all, very, very much. Had it not been for all of the support I've gotten, I don't think I would've ever released this album. Finally, here's a shout out to everyone that I care about that helped me through everything and anything (in no particular order): Mom Molly Pablo Katia Abby Dody Nolan Brielle Kyle Mark A. Mark P. Nick Nieves Nate Eric John Paul S Alec Joe Eduardo Paul F Mike L Nadia APD Nick C Orion Genevieve Kara Isabella Vicki Shannon Lacey Anna Dana Carianne Cheska Gabby Mare Jen Amanda Jeremy Kayla Antonio Tom Zoe Jusin Jon Sam And I'd like to take this moment to thank Jeff Rosenstock, even though it's not like he's my best friend or a close family member or anything. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have started writing my own music either. Thank you. Thank you very much, Jeff. If you're not sure the name I listed is yours, it probably is. If you THINK it is, it PROBABLY is. Just an FYI. I love you all.

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12. Alien Architect - Arteria - 07 Our Own Little World

Alien Architect - Arteria - 07 Our Own Little World

Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria: V. Spit art coming out straight from an ARTery, saliva, he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded looks like getting smart to the deep see diver, underscoring see level dumbing down for the market place acquisition manipulating various varying variable social objects marked down for a sale his experimental examination hath failed such a waste oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind is a waste of one' time speechless, a mime, gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid, cooled by revolving fan, intermediated by holy screen, who rhythmically poets over beats, beaten dress up half maskings, asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet, composed of little piggies toe to toe, who's homes had had been blowed by wolves, down boys at the heal, echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity as to arch after the soul that wasted one's time speaking of bow flex archery building arcs for two of a kind animalistic creatures, created by the creator, created by the man's mind's manners, manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn cleanser containment, drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot, upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways, daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not fair enough is enough, to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver CON-fused, the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly salivates analogous to an ARTery, coming out crooked, deriving the art of spit VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them.................... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 2: This/That: Chorus: A this posing as a that A that posing as a this this is a that posing as a this that is a this posing as a that posing as each other and posing as each other posing as each other and posing each other apposing each other, you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us V.1 Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen at their presence we were something else unapplicable to our surrounding area crews dividing people like me from you and the like, say the right things, laugh, smile on cue, love the attention but pretend i'm loving you, speak to one person who whispers down the lane and word has bonded the whole group i used to think is was a matter of representing the whole truth but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance, entertaining the ignorance of othered people, he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking and shrinking at the thought leading to another shadow self disengaged CHORUS V.2 Different, silent, quiet when he's alone, and mean when he's with his own, its cool to be hardened by life, conflicting stories, love and strife, charismatic status, its better to separate my self from you than to argue for the rest of my life i left the city then i came back only to want to leave again i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence, war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses, polite political party people gather around, lets see who the best and who the weakest is, redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well, you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess, and the way that we express, we always skip stops we fell on the right track but on the wrong train, no need to complain, it does no raise your interest rates, "eyes up here" she says, "look at my face" but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid) Chorus outtro: move on move one........... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 3: Not Never: Chorus: and it don't stop not never it never ever will and it dont wont stop it never ever will (don't stop, won't stop) VERSE 1: a method actor who got carried away playing the role of psycho path the devil's advocate and i advocate everything i'm with you all one and all we are all one in the same we're all one check it out i am just the number one son of a gun just like you i'm something like you who knew time flew away mind you, a day ago a flow display conveyed convex go figure from the ground up reversal i speak in circles with circular arguments yeah CHORUS VERSE 2: its so ingenuine just the same words over and over its just a method it is so hectic the scheduling and this work is busy its all busy work now we're dull boys cus we have no play in the playground love i am grounded in play and the l.o.v.e in the place to be pretended to be an mc if you wanna be then you're a wanna be (uh) spice up your life here it goes again i will rock it on the mic every time that i lie just a method actor and the whole world is but a stage CHORUS VERSE 3: we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to: v. 1 you approached me with pretention and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question and we did this for years and i saw my self as what you saw me as and what we used to do was cool but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with one's owned perspectives internal attribution error, consistant and cohesive as to shy away from dissonance felt chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to v. 2 concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition) chorus v. 3 i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are... we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed: VERSE 1: everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can because we're still alive and your gone and the reason your gone is because of the thing that i wanted to do that also failed and is also gone and he wanted me to be another thing and by the time i finally did it he became what i was everybody's having so much fun and i used to until i realized i was trying to be somebody else and your having so much fun but i know that your trying to be somebody else from who i ever knew and everybody want to have fun and everybody wants to smoke and everybody wants to drink and everybody wants to get fucked up dude and everybody wants to fuck and everybody wants to fuck or have really cheezy families that feel really awkward to be around and i'm living the high life the revolution will not be televised yet alone happen at all outside of catering to conscious fantasy land everyone has failed and it is all a sham nobody really cares about anything but their own lives and the way that they look (limited altruism competitive altruism look at me now with all of my flaws) CHORUS my sad sad face would like to smile again but im so hurt ill never laugh again VERSE 2 all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed, including atheism, this one, and my own judgmental mind its curtains for me i have no right to rhyme yet alone exist on this planet the alien architect thriving surviving off of your whim everywhere he goes isn't good enough for him for each discounts that which it isn't in and out groups in and out of the loops self vs. other he laughs and smiles on cue and everyone finds a mate within their class and range physical attributes compatibility and so forth for reasons why cognitions are dissonant she the first cut deep to the shallow nothing ever lasts until you become boring and decide that that is what you want and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true and i am not a teenager anymore and where are they now if it comes across as insincere that's because it is i wonder how many concerns we would bring up if we didn't have people that hold power over us in our lives CHORUS VERSE 3 speaking in doubles double O Devin undercover spy p-h-i double l-y "do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?" nope i have no idea what your talking about and its best that way manning up and away from those he loves for that big promotion sometimes i feel the vibe that you guys hate the shit out of me and it hurts my feelings i wasn't feeling the vibe but it was time to perform so i did it anyway and felt shitty afterwards everything about it felt hoaky and stupid sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks that you don't wanna suck to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck is the way i see it curse cursing don't be so eager you don't have to do that to please him cus you are too beautiful i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it cus it defeats its purpose and he thinks that thats the way to do it what you enjoy kills me and i hate it here and i know you do too night life or art what did i originally want from the start and death did us apart CHORUS VERSE 4: i don't belong to this world switch it up depending on where you are whilst dodging cameras unless you so choose to hold on to your cohesive identifiable identity identical to those remembered and most likely in the future keep it together conserve laughing and smiling on cue occasioned by you setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves redundant as to clarify is to foreshadow what has already developed ahead of your time you make me sick vomiting stupidly with idiotic and moronic tendencies and they say i'm a fuck and they're right feed the buzz plus who can you trust when there's too many mc's not enough mics is the belief which is believable and fun et al amidst your own i.e. that there are plenty of mics to go around but that money and/or connects bring differing qualities of mics and prestige affiliations affirmations as proof of what so ever and ever you already are an ideal self proven or actualized by ways of evidence to those who don't believe in you CHORUS (catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......) --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Hangman: intro verse: Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment, i told him i would use it, i could have looked up, but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out) 11:30 French, such a mensch, guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving to persue her new, shhhh....... wait, don't hesitate, it won't set 'em straight, levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan, don't say nothing, good listener, a shoulder to cry on, but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed, less is more except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy, platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time, grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic, all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded, hot potatoes on the couch, boob tubes and lonely verse 1: even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own, and the original is forgotten, only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on spawns a warm embrace and leaves space cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what ought be done fun is to be had by all situations hairy and balled the so called and called out extra extra extraneous abundancy read all about it perception of fit mental maps walking on water running laps but you cant keep running away from the grand master plan sam i am a ham egged on by green envy of the men we are seemingly supposed to be sons of guns where did we learn it from (scene) V.2 I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow swimming through chemical compounds, h20 liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy, maybe im indecisive, self richeous, i might just break it all down down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said, im dead serious delirious with blurred vision a hip hop head on collision a statistician fishing for compliments a conglomerate putting it all together a playground grounded in play with mood swings that change with the weather and better for it exploring a nympho for the info of salient foreign social objects dont box me in boxes i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks blast off like rockets while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious im making progress with the prospects of my projects i've got options that i'm picking i dig in within this win win situation situated in my state of nature in which to state your purpose does it a disservice maiming it worthless none of this is on purpose motivated by unconscious urges surges of adrenaline i'm like pesky kids meddling cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last" not so fast where are you going where are we going with this bare witness this is bigger than the business V.3 It's like im crazy on the microphone but sane when you meet me in person particularly if you know me well which may never happen if our personas don't jell wishing you will wish me well dropping nick names nicks, dimes, quarters, and change that i fished for in the fountain of youth, that predated my date with the clues that you should get in exchange for the exchange that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand do you know how to get back from whense you came to there, where they say we should not go, they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline off the handy man's hands that feeds the little birdies that told my minds made up me to hear what you are saying but to not to listen to who you think you are barred from the point of no return deserves another now and then to feel around a rounded dead object objective to this associative interconnected networking of crazies on the microphone --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Our Own Little World: Verse: speaking kissing listening hugging laughing kuddling napping sleeping dreaming leaving little by little alone together we wither away decay amidst times that fade sooner or later why do i hesitate one day we will both die Chorus: why are you being so nice to me why are you being so nice to me in out own little world i feel you slipping away Verse Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence: v.1 his heart was stolen he roamed heartless partial to patriarchal settings getting farthest from the fact that that is this and vic a versa the observer is observed and, but of course, coerced behind closed doors, locked, non responsive to hard knocks the watch is clearly merely a schedule meter now he's a wanna be mind reader confabulating truths checking in ones and two's with circular arguments, no, riddles and queries, theories of the guilty which can never be proven, i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in such that all are innocent bystanders good by standards within a reasonable doubt such that the loud moth is hushed implicit egotism and lust set free from maya or so at first believed to be but not rather on a higher dimensional plane of existential formulaics due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it but take it as it comes and goes in and out of existence chorus: in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups in and out of the loops v.2 freeze duel processes for better or for worse interjected inspected and evaluated by means of a non communicative synonymous nature of awareness amongst the ambiguities that are resulting from the attributing to stems of dissonance of cognitions due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts, self images acquired through observational studies of one's public displays of behaviourisms internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs truth or dare? i dare you to tell the truth cuz truth is in a liar prior to being inspired i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire and realizedm spitting through the wire, that i'm a king without a crown or even being called a king at all cuz, whats in a name so lets freak the bleak and just roll with it go it with it as it comes and goes in and out of existence CHORUS V2 I was in when being in was getting in with the out group i came out before branching out from the family tree rooted on the undergrounds of the burial grounds watered down familiar to my me, cultivated gathering sticks that bore bearings fruits of labor in due time dated witnesses needless to say what is hard to tell inklings of silent pens timed and placed their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come in out going out sourcing citing sources in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups grouping dotted delinneations in line for diplomas diplomats caucus mounting double entendres their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come out going out sourcing sighting sources in and out of existence credits released 21 March 2014 * The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne * Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite * Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein. *Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein *Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels *All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * Mastered by Jesus Bravo * Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye * Layout by Rebecca Martell * Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher

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13. Alien Architect - Arteria - 02 This-That

Alien Architect - Arteria - 02 This-That

Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria: V. Spit art coming out straight from an ARTery, saliva, he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded looks like getting smart to the deep see diver, underscoring see level dumbing down for the market place acquisition manipulating various varying variable social objects marked down for a sale his experimental examination hath failed such a waste oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind is a waste of one' time speechless, a mime, gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid, cooled by revolving fan, intermediated by holy screen, who rhythmically poets over beats, beaten dress up half maskings, asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet, composed of little piggies toe to toe, who's homes had had been blowed by wolves, down boys at the heal, echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity as to arch after the soul that wasted one's time speaking of bow flex archery building arcs for two of a kind animalistic creatures, created by the creator, created by the man's mind's manners, manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn cleanser containment, drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot, upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways, daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not fair enough is enough, to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver CON-fused, the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly salivates analogous to an ARTery, coming out crooked, deriving the art of spit VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them.................... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 2: This/That: Chorus: A this posing as a that A that posing as a this this is a that posing as a this that is a this posing as a that posing as each other and posing as each other posing as each other and posing each other apposing each other, you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us V.1 Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen at their presence we were something else unapplicable to our surrounding area crews dividing people like me from you and the like, say the right things, laugh, smile on cue, love the attention but pretend i'm loving you, speak to one person who whispers down the lane and word has bonded the whole group i used to think is was a matter of representing the whole truth but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance, entertaining the ignorance of othered people, he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking and shrinking at the thought leading to another shadow self disengaged CHORUS V.2 Different, silent, quiet when he's alone, and mean when he's with his own, its cool to be hardened by life, conflicting stories, love and strife, charismatic status, its better to separate my self from you than to argue for the rest of my life i left the city then i came back only to want to leave again i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence, war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses, polite political party people gather around, lets see who the best and who the weakest is, redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well, you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess, and the way that we express, we always skip stops we fell on the right track but on the wrong train, no need to complain, it does no raise your interest rates, "eyes up here" she says, "look at my face" but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid) Chorus outtro: move on move one........... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 3: Not Never: Chorus: and it don't stop not never it never ever will and it dont wont stop it never ever will (don't stop, won't stop) VERSE 1: a method actor who got carried away playing the role of psycho path the devil's advocate and i advocate everything i'm with you all one and all we are all one in the same we're all one check it out i am just the number one son of a gun just like you i'm something like you who knew time flew away mind you, a day ago a flow display conveyed convex go figure from the ground up reversal i speak in circles with circular arguments yeah CHORUS VERSE 2: its so ingenuine just the same words over and over its just a method it is so hectic the scheduling and this work is busy its all busy work now we're dull boys cus we have no play in the playground love i am grounded in play and the l.o.v.e in the place to be pretended to be an mc if you wanna be then you're a wanna be (uh) spice up your life here it goes again i will rock it on the mic every time that i lie just a method actor and the whole world is but a stage CHORUS VERSE 3: we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to: v. 1 you approached me with pretention and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question and we did this for years and i saw my self as what you saw me as and what we used to do was cool but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with one's owned perspectives internal attribution error, consistant and cohesive as to shy away from dissonance felt chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to v. 2 concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition) chorus v. 3 i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are... we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed: VERSE 1: everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can because we're still alive and your gone and the reason your gone is because of the thing that i wanted to do that also failed and is also gone and he wanted me to be another thing and by the time i finally did it he became what i was everybody's having so much fun and i used to until i realized i was trying to be somebody else and your having so much fun but i know that your trying to be somebody else from who i ever knew and everybody want to have fun and everybody wants to smoke and everybody wants to drink and everybody wants to get fucked up dude and everybody wants to fuck and everybody wants to fuck or have really cheezy families that feel really awkward to be around and i'm living the high life the revolution will not be televised yet alone happen at all outside of catering to conscious fantasy land everyone has failed and it is all a sham nobody really cares about anything but their own lives and the way that they look (limited altruism competitive altruism look at me now with all of my flaws) CHORUS my sad sad face would like to smile again but im so hurt ill never laugh again VERSE 2 all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed, including atheism, this one, and my own judgmental mind its curtains for me i have no right to rhyme yet alone exist on this planet the alien architect thriving surviving off of your whim everywhere he goes isn't good enough for him for each discounts that which it isn't in and out groups in and out of the loops self vs. other he laughs and smiles on cue and everyone finds a mate within their class and range physical attributes compatibility and so forth for reasons why cognitions are dissonant she the first cut deep to the shallow nothing ever lasts until you become boring and decide that that is what you want and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true and i am not a teenager anymore and where are they now if it comes across as insincere that's because it is i wonder how many concerns we would bring up if we didn't have people that hold power over us in our lives CHORUS VERSE 3 speaking in doubles double O Devin undercover spy p-h-i double l-y "do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?" nope i have no idea what your talking about and its best that way manning up and away from those he loves for that big promotion sometimes i feel the vibe that you guys hate the shit out of me and it hurts my feelings i wasn't feeling the vibe but it was time to perform so i did it anyway and felt shitty afterwards everything about it felt hoaky and stupid sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks that you don't wanna suck to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck is the way i see it curse cursing don't be so eager you don't have to do that to please him cus you are too beautiful i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it cus it defeats its purpose and he thinks that thats the way to do it what you enjoy kills me and i hate it here and i know you do too night life or art what did i originally want from the start and death did us apart CHORUS VERSE 4: i don't belong to this world switch it up depending on where you are whilst dodging cameras unless you so choose to hold on to your cohesive identifiable identity identical to those remembered and most likely in the future keep it together conserve laughing and smiling on cue occasioned by you setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves redundant as to clarify is to foreshadow what has already developed ahead of your time you make me sick vomiting stupidly with idiotic and moronic tendencies and they say i'm a fuck and they're right feed the buzz plus who can you trust when there's too many mc's not enough mics is the belief which is believable and fun et al amidst your own i.e. that there are plenty of mics to go around but that money and/or connects bring differing qualities of mics and prestige affiliations affirmations as proof of what so ever and ever you already are an ideal self proven or actualized by ways of evidence to those who don't believe in you CHORUS (catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......) --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Hangman: intro verse: Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment, i told him i would use it, i could have looked up, but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out) 11:30 French, such a mensch, guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving to persue her new, shhhh....... wait, don't hesitate, it won't set 'em straight, levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan, don't say nothing, good listener, a shoulder to cry on, but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed, less is more except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy, platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time, grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic, all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded, hot potatoes on the couch, boob tubes and lonely verse 1: even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own, and the original is forgotten, only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on spawns a warm embrace and leaves space cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what ought be done fun is to be had by all situations hairy and balled the so called and called out extra extra extraneous abundancy read all about it perception of fit mental maps walking on water running laps but you cant keep running away from the grand master plan sam i am a ham egged on by green envy of the men we are seemingly supposed to be sons of guns where did we learn it from (scene) V.2 I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow swimming through chemical compounds, h20 liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy, maybe im indecisive, self richeous, i might just break it all down down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said, im dead serious delirious with blurred vision a hip hop head on collision a statistician fishing for compliments a conglomerate putting it all together a playground grounded in play with mood swings that change with the weather and better for it exploring a nympho for the info of salient foreign social objects dont box me in boxes i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks blast off like rockets while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious im making progress with the prospects of my projects i've got options that i'm picking i dig in within this win win situation situated in my state of nature in which to state your purpose does it a disservice maiming it worthless none of this is on purpose motivated by unconscious urges surges of adrenaline i'm like pesky kids meddling cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last" not so fast where are you going where are we going with this bare witness this is bigger than the business V.3 It's like im crazy on the microphone but sane when you meet me in person particularly if you know me well which may never happen if our personas don't jell wishing you will wish me well dropping nick names nicks, dimes, quarters, and change that i fished for in the fountain of youth, that predated my date with the clues that you should get in exchange for the exchange that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand do you know how to get back from whense you came to there, where they say we should not go, they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline off the handy man's hands that feeds the little birdies that told my minds made up me to hear what you are saying but to not to listen to who you think you are barred from the point of no return deserves another now and then to feel around a rounded dead object objective to this associative interconnected networking of crazies on the microphone --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Our Own Little World: Verse: speaking kissing listening hugging laughing kuddling napping sleeping dreaming leaving little by little alone together we wither away decay amidst times that fade sooner or later why do i hesitate one day we will both die Chorus: why are you being so nice to me why are you being so nice to me in out own little world i feel you slipping away Verse Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence: v.1 his heart was stolen he roamed heartless partial to patriarchal settings getting farthest from the fact that that is this and vic a versa the observer is observed and, but of course, coerced behind closed doors, locked, non responsive to hard knocks the watch is clearly merely a schedule meter now he's a wanna be mind reader confabulating truths checking in ones and two's with circular arguments, no, riddles and queries, theories of the guilty which can never be proven, i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in such that all are innocent bystanders good by standards within a reasonable doubt such that the loud moth is hushed implicit egotism and lust set free from maya or so at first believed to be but not rather on a higher dimensional plane of existential formulaics due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it but take it as it comes and goes in and out of existence chorus: in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups in and out of the loops v.2 freeze duel processes for better or for worse interjected inspected and evaluated by means of a non communicative synonymous nature of awareness amongst the ambiguities that are resulting from the attributing to stems of dissonance of cognitions due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts, self images acquired through observational studies of one's public displays of behaviourisms internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs truth or dare? i dare you to tell the truth cuz truth is in a liar prior to being inspired i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire and realizedm spitting through the wire, that i'm a king without a crown or even being called a king at all cuz, whats in a name so lets freak the bleak and just roll with it go it with it as it comes and goes in and out of existence CHORUS V2 I was in when being in was getting in with the out group i came out before branching out from the family tree rooted on the undergrounds of the burial grounds watered down familiar to my me, cultivated gathering sticks that bore bearings fruits of labor in due time dated witnesses needless to say what is hard to tell inklings of silent pens timed and placed their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come in out going out sourcing citing sources in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups grouping dotted delinneations in line for diplomas diplomats caucus mounting double entendres their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come out going out sourcing sighting sources in and out of existence credits released 21 March 2014 * The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne * Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite * Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein. *Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein *Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels *All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * Mastered by Jesus Bravo * Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye * Layout by Rebecca Martell * Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher

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14. Alien Architect - Arteria - 05 Inherently Flawed

Alien Architect - Arteria - 05 Inherently Flawed

Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria: V. Spit art coming out straight from an ARTery, saliva, he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded looks like getting smart to the deep see diver, underscoring see level dumbing down for the market place acquisition manipulating various varying variable social objects marked down for a sale his experimental examination hath failed such a waste oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind is a waste of one' time speechless, a mime, gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid, cooled by revolving fan, intermediated by holy screen, who rhythmically poets over beats, beaten dress up half maskings, asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet, composed of little piggies toe to toe, who's homes had had been blowed by wolves, down boys at the heal, echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity as to arch after the soul that wasted one's time speaking of bow flex archery building arcs for two of a kind animalistic creatures, created by the creator, created by the man's mind's manners, manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn cleanser containment, drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot, upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways, daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not fair enough is enough, to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver CON-fused, the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly salivates analogous to an ARTery, coming out crooked, deriving the art of spit VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them.................... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 2: This/That: Chorus: A this posing as a that A that posing as a this this is a that posing as a this that is a this posing as a that posing as each other and posing as each other posing as each other and posing each other apposing each other, you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us V.1 Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen at their presence we were something else unapplicable to our surrounding area crews dividing people like me from you and the like, say the right things, laugh, smile on cue, love the attention but pretend i'm loving you, speak to one person who whispers down the lane and word has bonded the whole group i used to think is was a matter of representing the whole truth but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance, entertaining the ignorance of othered people, he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking and shrinking at the thought leading to another shadow self disengaged CHORUS V.2 Different, silent, quiet when he's alone, and mean when he's with his own, its cool to be hardened by life, conflicting stories, love and strife, charismatic status, its better to separate my self from you than to argue for the rest of my life i left the city then i came back only to want to leave again i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence, war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses, polite political party people gather around, lets see who the best and who the weakest is, redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well, you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess, and the way that we express, we always skip stops we fell on the right track but on the wrong train, no need to complain, it does no raise your interest rates, "eyes up here" she says, "look at my face" but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid) Chorus outtro: move on move one........... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 3: Not Never: Chorus: and it don't stop not never it never ever will and it dont wont stop it never ever will (don't stop, won't stop) VERSE 1: a method actor who got carried away playing the role of psycho path the devil's advocate and i advocate everything i'm with you all one and all we are all one in the same we're all one check it out i am just the number one son of a gun just like you i'm something like you who knew time flew away mind you, a day ago a flow display conveyed convex go figure from the ground up reversal i speak in circles with circular arguments yeah CHORUS VERSE 2: its so ingenuine just the same words over and over its just a method it is so hectic the scheduling and this work is busy its all busy work now we're dull boys cus we have no play in the playground love i am grounded in play and the l.o.v.e in the place to be pretended to be an mc if you wanna be then you're a wanna be (uh) spice up your life here it goes again i will rock it on the mic every time that i lie just a method actor and the whole world is but a stage CHORUS VERSE 3: we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to: v. 1 you approached me with pretention and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question and we did this for years and i saw my self as what you saw me as and what we used to do was cool but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with one's owned perspectives internal attribution error, consistant and cohesive as to shy away from dissonance felt chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to v. 2 concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition) chorus v. 3 i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are... we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed: VERSE 1: everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can because we're still alive and your gone and the reason your gone is because of the thing that i wanted to do that also failed and is also gone and he wanted me to be another thing and by the time i finally did it he became what i was everybody's having so much fun and i used to until i realized i was trying to be somebody else and your having so much fun but i know that your trying to be somebody else from who i ever knew and everybody want to have fun and everybody wants to smoke and everybody wants to drink and everybody wants to get fucked up dude and everybody wants to fuck and everybody wants to fuck or have really cheezy families that feel really awkward to be around and i'm living the high life the revolution will not be televised yet alone happen at all outside of catering to conscious fantasy land everyone has failed and it is all a sham nobody really cares about anything but their own lives and the way that they look (limited altruism competitive altruism look at me now with all of my flaws) CHORUS my sad sad face would like to smile again but im so hurt ill never laugh again VERSE 2 all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed, including atheism, this one, and my own judgmental mind its curtains for me i have no right to rhyme yet alone exist on this planet the alien architect thriving surviving off of your whim everywhere he goes isn't good enough for him for each discounts that which it isn't in and out groups in and out of the loops self vs. other he laughs and smiles on cue and everyone finds a mate within their class and range physical attributes compatibility and so forth for reasons why cognitions are dissonant she the first cut deep to the shallow nothing ever lasts until you become boring and decide that that is what you want and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true and i am not a teenager anymore and where are they now if it comes across as insincere that's because it is i wonder how many concerns we would bring up if we didn't have people that hold power over us in our lives CHORUS VERSE 3 speaking in doubles double O Devin undercover spy p-h-i double l-y "do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?" nope i have no idea what your talking about and its best that way manning up and away from those he loves for that big promotion sometimes i feel the vibe that you guys hate the shit out of me and it hurts my feelings i wasn't feeling the vibe but it was time to perform so i did it anyway and felt shitty afterwards everything about it felt hoaky and stupid sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks that you don't wanna suck to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck is the way i see it curse cursing don't be so eager you don't have to do that to please him cus you are too beautiful i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it cus it defeats its purpose and he thinks that thats the way to do it what you enjoy kills me and i hate it here and i know you do too night life or art what did i originally want from the start and death did us apart CHORUS VERSE 4: i don't belong to this world switch it up depending on where you are whilst dodging cameras unless you so choose to hold on to your cohesive identifiable identity identical to those remembered and most likely in the future keep it together conserve laughing and smiling on cue occasioned by you setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves redundant as to clarify is to foreshadow what has already developed ahead of your time you make me sick vomiting stupidly with idiotic and moronic tendencies and they say i'm a fuck and they're right feed the buzz plus who can you trust when there's too many mc's not enough mics is the belief which is believable and fun et al amidst your own i.e. that there are plenty of mics to go around but that money and/or connects bring differing qualities of mics and prestige affiliations affirmations as proof of what so ever and ever you already are an ideal self proven or actualized by ways of evidence to those who don't believe in you CHORUS (catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......) --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Hangman: intro verse: Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment, i told him i would use it, i could have looked up, but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out) 11:30 French, such a mensch, guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving to persue her new, shhhh....... wait, don't hesitate, it won't set 'em straight, levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan, don't say nothing, good listener, a shoulder to cry on, but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed, less is more except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy, platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time, grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic, all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded, hot potatoes on the couch, boob tubes and lonely verse 1: even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own, and the original is forgotten, only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on spawns a warm embrace and leaves space cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what ought be done fun is to be had by all situations hairy and balled the so called and called out extra extra extraneous abundancy read all about it perception of fit mental maps walking on water running laps but you cant keep running away from the grand master plan sam i am a ham egged on by green envy of the men we are seemingly supposed to be sons of guns where did we learn it from (scene) V.2 I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow swimming through chemical compounds, h20 liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy, maybe im indecisive, self richeous, i might just break it all down down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said, im dead serious delirious with blurred vision a hip hop head on collision a statistician fishing for compliments a conglomerate putting it all together a playground grounded in play with mood swings that change with the weather and better for it exploring a nympho for the info of salient foreign social objects dont box me in boxes i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks blast off like rockets while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious im making progress with the prospects of my projects i've got options that i'm picking i dig in within this win win situation situated in my state of nature in which to state your purpose does it a disservice maiming it worthless none of this is on purpose motivated by unconscious urges surges of adrenaline i'm like pesky kids meddling cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last" not so fast where are you going where are we going with this bare witness this is bigger than the business V.3 It's like im crazy on the microphone but sane when you meet me in person particularly if you know me well which may never happen if our personas don't jell wishing you will wish me well dropping nick names nicks, dimes, quarters, and change that i fished for in the fountain of youth, that predated my date with the clues that you should get in exchange for the exchange that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand do you know how to get back from whense you came to there, where they say we should not go, they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline off the handy man's hands that feeds the little birdies that told my minds made up me to hear what you are saying but to not to listen to who you think you are barred from the point of no return deserves another now and then to feel around a rounded dead object objective to this associative interconnected networking of crazies on the microphone --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Our Own Little World: Verse: speaking kissing listening hugging laughing kuddling napping sleeping dreaming leaving little by little alone together we wither away decay amidst times that fade sooner or later why do i hesitate one day we will both die Chorus: why are you being so nice to me why are you being so nice to me in out own little world i feel you slipping away Verse Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence: v.1 his heart was stolen he roamed heartless partial to patriarchal settings getting farthest from the fact that that is this and vic a versa the observer is observed and, but of course, coerced behind closed doors, locked, non responsive to hard knocks the watch is clearly merely a schedule meter now he's a wanna be mind reader confabulating truths checking in ones and two's with circular arguments, no, riddles and queries, theories of the guilty which can never be proven, i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in such that all are innocent bystanders good by standards within a reasonable doubt such that the loud moth is hushed implicit egotism and lust set free from maya or so at first believed to be but not rather on a higher dimensional plane of existential formulaics due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it but take it as it comes and goes in and out of existence chorus: in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups in and out of the loops v.2 freeze duel processes for better or for worse interjected inspected and evaluated by means of a non communicative synonymous nature of awareness amongst the ambiguities that are resulting from the attributing to stems of dissonance of cognitions due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts, self images acquired through observational studies of one's public displays of behaviourisms internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs truth or dare? i dare you to tell the truth cuz truth is in a liar prior to being inspired i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire and realizedm spitting through the wire, that i'm a king without a crown or even being called a king at all cuz, whats in a name so lets freak the bleak and just roll with it go it with it as it comes and goes in and out of existence CHORUS V2 I was in when being in was getting in with the out group i came out before branching out from the family tree rooted on the undergrounds of the burial grounds watered down familiar to my me, cultivated gathering sticks that bore bearings fruits of labor in due time dated witnesses needless to say what is hard to tell inklings of silent pens timed and placed their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come in out going out sourcing citing sources in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups grouping dotted delinneations in line for diplomas diplomats caucus mounting double entendres their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come out going out sourcing sighting sources in and out of existence credits released 21 March 2014 * The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne * Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite * Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein. *Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein *Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels *All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * Mastered by Jesus Bravo * Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye * Layout by Rebecca Martell * Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher

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15. Alien Architect - Arteria - 08 In and Out of Existence

Alien Architect - Arteria - 08 In and Out of Existence

Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria: V. Spit art coming out straight from an ARTery, saliva, he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded looks like getting smart to the deep see diver, underscoring see level dumbing down for the market place acquisition manipulating various varying variable social objects marked down for a sale his experimental examination hath failed such a waste oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind is a waste of one' time speechless, a mime, gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid, cooled by revolving fan, intermediated by holy screen, who rhythmically poets over beats, beaten dress up half maskings, asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet, composed of little piggies toe to toe, who's homes had had been blowed by wolves, down boys at the heal, echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity as to arch after the soul that wasted one's time speaking of bow flex archery building arcs for two of a kind animalistic creatures, created by the creator, created by the man's mind's manners, manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn cleanser containment, drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot, upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways, daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not fair enough is enough, to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver CON-fused, the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly salivates analogous to an ARTery, coming out crooked, deriving the art of spit VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them.................... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 2: This/That: Chorus: A this posing as a that A that posing as a this this is a that posing as a this that is a this posing as a that posing as each other and posing as each other posing as each other and posing each other apposing each other, you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us V.1 Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen at their presence we were something else unapplicable to our surrounding area crews dividing people like me from you and the like, say the right things, laugh, smile on cue, love the attention but pretend i'm loving you, speak to one person who whispers down the lane and word has bonded the whole group i used to think is was a matter of representing the whole truth but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance, entertaining the ignorance of othered people, he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking and shrinking at the thought leading to another shadow self disengaged CHORUS V.2 Different, silent, quiet when he's alone, and mean when he's with his own, its cool to be hardened by life, conflicting stories, love and strife, charismatic status, its better to separate my self from you than to argue for the rest of my life i left the city then i came back only to want to leave again i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence, war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses, polite political party people gather around, lets see who the best and who the weakest is, redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well, you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess, and the way that we express, we always skip stops we fell on the right track but on the wrong train, no need to complain, it does no raise your interest rates, "eyes up here" she says, "look at my face" but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid) Chorus outtro: move on move one........... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 3: Not Never: Chorus: and it don't stop not never it never ever will and it dont wont stop it never ever will (don't stop, won't stop) VERSE 1: a method actor who got carried away playing the role of psycho path the devil's advocate and i advocate everything i'm with you all one and all we are all one in the same we're all one check it out i am just the number one son of a gun just like you i'm something like you who knew time flew away mind you, a day ago a flow display conveyed convex go figure from the ground up reversal i speak in circles with circular arguments yeah CHORUS VERSE 2: its so ingenuine just the same words over and over its just a method it is so hectic the scheduling and this work is busy its all busy work now we're dull boys cus we have no play in the playground love i am grounded in play and the l.o.v.e in the place to be pretended to be an mc if you wanna be then you're a wanna be (uh) spice up your life here it goes again i will rock it on the mic every time that i lie just a method actor and the whole world is but a stage CHORUS VERSE 3: we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to: v. 1 you approached me with pretention and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question and we did this for years and i saw my self as what you saw me as and what we used to do was cool but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with one's owned perspectives internal attribution error, consistant and cohesive as to shy away from dissonance felt chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to v. 2 concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition) chorus v. 3 i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are... we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed: VERSE 1: everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can because we're still alive and your gone and the reason your gone is because of the thing that i wanted to do that also failed and is also gone and he wanted me to be another thing and by the time i finally did it he became what i was everybody's having so much fun and i used to until i realized i was trying to be somebody else and your having so much fun but i know that your trying to be somebody else from who i ever knew and everybody want to have fun and everybody wants to smoke and everybody wants to drink and everybody wants to get fucked up dude and everybody wants to fuck and everybody wants to fuck or have really cheezy families that feel really awkward to be around and i'm living the high life the revolution will not be televised yet alone happen at all outside of catering to conscious fantasy land everyone has failed and it is all a sham nobody really cares about anything but their own lives and the way that they look (limited altruism competitive altruism look at me now with all of my flaws) CHORUS my sad sad face would like to smile again but im so hurt ill never laugh again VERSE 2 all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed, including atheism, this one, and my own judgmental mind its curtains for me i have no right to rhyme yet alone exist on this planet the alien architect thriving surviving off of your whim everywhere he goes isn't good enough for him for each discounts that which it isn't in and out groups in and out of the loops self vs. other he laughs and smiles on cue and everyone finds a mate within their class and range physical attributes compatibility and so forth for reasons why cognitions are dissonant she the first cut deep to the shallow nothing ever lasts until you become boring and decide that that is what you want and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true and i am not a teenager anymore and where are they now if it comes across as insincere that's because it is i wonder how many concerns we would bring up if we didn't have people that hold power over us in our lives CHORUS VERSE 3 speaking in doubles double O Devin undercover spy p-h-i double l-y "do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?" nope i have no idea what your talking about and its best that way manning up and away from those he loves for that big promotion sometimes i feel the vibe that you guys hate the shit out of me and it hurts my feelings i wasn't feeling the vibe but it was time to perform so i did it anyway and felt shitty afterwards everything about it felt hoaky and stupid sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks that you don't wanna suck to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck is the way i see it curse cursing don't be so eager you don't have to do that to please him cus you are too beautiful i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it cus it defeats its purpose and he thinks that thats the way to do it what you enjoy kills me and i hate it here and i know you do too night life or art what did i originally want from the start and death did us apart CHORUS VERSE 4: i don't belong to this world switch it up depending on where you are whilst dodging cameras unless you so choose to hold on to your cohesive identifiable identity identical to those remembered and most likely in the future keep it together conserve laughing and smiling on cue occasioned by you setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves redundant as to clarify is to foreshadow what has already developed ahead of your time you make me sick vomiting stupidly with idiotic and moronic tendencies and they say i'm a fuck and they're right feed the buzz plus who can you trust when there's too many mc's not enough mics is the belief which is believable and fun et al amidst your own i.e. that there are plenty of mics to go around but that money and/or connects bring differing qualities of mics and prestige affiliations affirmations as proof of what so ever and ever you already are an ideal self proven or actualized by ways of evidence to those who don't believe in you CHORUS (catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......) --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Hangman: intro verse: Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment, i told him i would use it, i could have looked up, but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out) 11:30 French, such a mensch, guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving to persue her new, shhhh....... wait, don't hesitate, it won't set 'em straight, levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan, don't say nothing, good listener, a shoulder to cry on, but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed, less is more except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy, platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time, grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic, all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded, hot potatoes on the couch, boob tubes and lonely verse 1: even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own, and the original is forgotten, only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on spawns a warm embrace and leaves space cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what ought be done fun is to be had by all situations hairy and balled the so called and called out extra extra extraneous abundancy read all about it perception of fit mental maps walking on water running laps but you cant keep running away from the grand master plan sam i am a ham egged on by green envy of the men we are seemingly supposed to be sons of guns where did we learn it from (scene) V.2 I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow swimming through chemical compounds, h20 liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy, maybe im indecisive, self richeous, i might just break it all down down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said, im dead serious delirious with blurred vision a hip hop head on collision a statistician fishing for compliments a conglomerate putting it all together a playground grounded in play with mood swings that change with the weather and better for it exploring a nympho for the info of salient foreign social objects dont box me in boxes i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks blast off like rockets while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious im making progress with the prospects of my projects i've got options that i'm picking i dig in within this win win situation situated in my state of nature in which to state your purpose does it a disservice maiming it worthless none of this is on purpose motivated by unconscious urges surges of adrenaline i'm like pesky kids meddling cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last" not so fast where are you going where are we going with this bare witness this is bigger than the business V.3 It's like im crazy on the microphone but sane when you meet me in person particularly if you know me well which may never happen if our personas don't jell wishing you will wish me well dropping nick names nicks, dimes, quarters, and change that i fished for in the fountain of youth, that predated my date with the clues that you should get in exchange for the exchange that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand do you know how to get back from whense you came to there, where they say we should not go, they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline off the handy man's hands that feeds the little birdies that told my minds made up me to hear what you are saying but to not to listen to who you think you are barred from the point of no return deserves another now and then to feel around a rounded dead object objective to this associative interconnected networking of crazies on the microphone --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Our Own Little World: Verse: speaking kissing listening hugging laughing kuddling napping sleeping dreaming leaving little by little alone together we wither away decay amidst times that fade sooner or later why do i hesitate one day we will both die Chorus: why are you being so nice to me why are you being so nice to me in out own little world i feel you slipping away Verse Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence: v.1 his heart was stolen he roamed heartless partial to patriarchal settings getting farthest from the fact that that is this and vic a versa the observer is observed and, but of course, coerced behind closed doors, locked, non responsive to hard knocks the watch is clearly merely a schedule meter now he's a wanna be mind reader confabulating truths checking in ones and two's with circular arguments, no, riddles and queries, theories of the guilty which can never be proven, i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in such that all are innocent bystanders good by standards within a reasonable doubt such that the loud moth is hushed implicit egotism and lust set free from maya or so at first believed to be but not rather on a higher dimensional plane of existential formulaics due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it but take it as it comes and goes in and out of existence chorus: in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups in and out of the loops v.2 freeze duel processes for better or for worse interjected inspected and evaluated by means of a non communicative synonymous nature of awareness amongst the ambiguities that are resulting from the attributing to stems of dissonance of cognitions due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts, self images acquired through observational studies of one's public displays of behaviourisms internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs truth or dare? i dare you to tell the truth cuz truth is in a liar prior to being inspired i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire and realizedm spitting through the wire, that i'm a king without a crown or even being called a king at all cuz, whats in a name so lets freak the bleak and just roll with it go it with it as it comes and goes in and out of existence CHORUS V2 I was in when being in was getting in with the out group i came out before branching out from the family tree rooted on the undergrounds of the burial grounds watered down familiar to my me, cultivated gathering sticks that bore bearings fruits of labor in due time dated witnesses needless to say what is hard to tell inklings of silent pens timed and placed their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come in out going out sourcing citing sources in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups grouping dotted delinneations in line for diplomas diplomats caucus mounting double entendres their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come out going out sourcing sighting sources in and out of existence credits released 21 March 2014 * The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne * Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite * Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein. *Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein *Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels *All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * Mastered by Jesus Bravo * Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye * Layout by Rebecca Martell * Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher

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16. Alien Architect - Arteria - 03 Not Never

Alien Architect - Arteria - 03 Not Never

Alien Architect: Arteria: Lyrics All lyrics written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *TRACK 1: Intro-->Arteria: V. Spit art coming out straight from an ARTery, saliva, he who hath say'th he is stupid retarded looks like getting smart to the deep see diver, underscoring see level dumbing down for the market place acquisition manipulating various varying variable social objects marked down for a sale his experimental examination hath failed such a waste oddly to even speak of this trashy treasure gold mind is a waste of one' time speechless, a mime, gesturing imaginary walls climbs over water with nothing to hold onto, holding onto one's seat and babysits old schooled, new schooled, home schooled, publicity schooled, cool kid, cooled by revolving fan, intermediated by holy screen, who rhythmically poets over beats, beaten dress up half maskings, asking tricks or treats compositing at one's feet, composed of little piggies toe to toe, who's homes had had been blowed by wolves, down boys at the heal, echoing eco egocentrically if the wight of the world pulls with such polarity as to arch after the soul that wasted one's time speaking of bow flex archery building arcs for two of a kind animalistic creatures, created by the creator, created by the man's mind's manners, manning up, up, up, and away into the break of dawn cleanser containment, drooling, breaking down dirty dancing steps imprinted in foot, upon a dimensia of plane, line, and point, and pointing all ways in all ways, daunting, taking in or leaving as if sizing up new feats were not fair enough is enough, to this the tricky treated mime deep see diver CON-fused, the fusion of that of which seemingly contradicts one seamlessly salivates analogous to an ARTery, coming out crooked, deriving the art of spit VOICE at end: I know whole groups of men that are literally prince charmings, prince charmings untill I listen to their wives stories, in other words they're prince charmings to the world, they're prince charmings to the eyes of other people, and god forbid, you don't ever wanna find out what they're doing in their own homes, monsters, they could be the most beautiful people to everybody else, to every tom dick and harry, to a telephone operator, or a toll collector in a tunnel, and they can be monsters with the people that are closest to them.......with the poeple that closest to them.................... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 2: This/That: Chorus: A this posing as a that A that posing as a this this is a that posing as a this that is a this posing as a that posing as each other and posing as each other posing as each other and posing each other apposing each other, you can get with this or you can get with that or you can get with us V.1 Remember the A-corn, live life, don't write, we had an unspoken confidentiality agreement, its no wonder we fell short of how far we had fallen at their presence we were something else unapplicable to our surrounding area crews dividing people like me from you and the like, say the right things, laugh, smile on cue, love the attention but pretend i'm loving you, speak to one person who whispers down the lane and word has bonded the whole group i used to think is was a matter of representing the whole truth but its about connecting the dots from people like me to people like you and the like and back to specific once i have your attention, displaced reactionary passive agression, hidden betwixt and beneath co-dependance, entertaining the ignorance of othered people, he constantly interrupts his own thoughts about what he is currently thinking and shrinking at the thought leading to another shadow self disengaged CHORUS V.2 Different, silent, quiet when he's alone, and mean when he's with his own, its cool to be hardened by life, conflicting stories, love and strife, charismatic status, its better to separate my self from you than to argue for the rest of my life i left the city then i came back only to want to leave again i love to feel the way i feel with you minus the guilt, pure innocence, war art, this art of war attacks people's weaknesses, polite political party people gather around, lets see who the best and who the weakest is, redefine success, there is nothing wrong with doing well, you are not my lover nor god, no need to confess, and the way that we express, we always skip stops we fell on the right track but on the wrong train, no need to complain, it does no raise your interest rates, "eyes up here" she says, "look at my face" but even looking there is judging her based on her physical state (paranoid) Chorus outtro: move on move one........... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 3: Not Never: Chorus: and it don't stop not never it never ever will and it dont wont stop it never ever will (don't stop, won't stop) VERSE 1: a method actor who got carried away playing the role of psycho path the devil's advocate and i advocate everything i'm with you all one and all we are all one in the same we're all one check it out i am just the number one son of a gun just like you i'm something like you who knew time flew away mind you, a day ago a flow display conveyed convex go figure from the ground up reversal i speak in circles with circular arguments yeah CHORUS VERSE 2: its so ingenuine just the same words over and over its just a method it is so hectic the scheduling and this work is busy its all busy work now we're dull boys cus we have no play in the playground love i am grounded in play and the l.o.v.e in the place to be pretended to be an mc if you wanna be then you're a wanna be (uh) spice up your life here it goes again i will rock it on the mic every time that i lie just a method actor and the whole world is but a stage CHORUS VERSE 3: we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... ------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 4: When I Ask Them to: v. 1 you approached me with pretention and i responded with the same like the answer to a silly question and we did this for years and i saw my self as what you saw me as and what we used to do was cool but it rejected, neglected the world on its own accord and i had to branch out without my own accord or yours judgmental, judging the mentals of othered peoples problematic tendencies in accordance to coordinates, coordinated to and with one's owned perspectives internal attribution error, consistant and cohesive as to shy away from dissonance felt chorus: everybody leaves me, everybody goes away, everybody leaves me, leaves me, when i ask them to v. 2 concieving my unconscious automatic processes is maladaptive, im already prewired, and this meta analysis is building callouses, undesired, i've admired introspection for so long, where did i go wrong, was it all just a response to the downfall of those who have gone from keeping it real to hiding behind a guard up to be the most strong, issues with masculinity unresolved, we creat problems, just so we can dominate and say we were the ones who solved it but its just implicit egotism and the supposed male principle of dividing the whole, only to conquer and put it back together and we call just being unbecoming like its a bad thing, (its all competition) chorus v. 3 i can't relate with you, can you comfort me, there is no one else, i have no one else, i have no one we weren't close, i just allowed you to disempower me as if thinking you the expert, desperately seeking your advice he, what he once thought unworthy, just as she and just as they had to there's before they were them, they were, and are... we blew each other's covers, now we are open books, single bound, blank pages of nothings underlined, unruled, reading between the lines, though there is nothing to read into towards the end, yet name, school, grade, and measurement are surmounted upon our front cover, my nominal value on masking tape, tapering off from co authors who wrote beginnings now lost in time and space and happenings, fragmented, to being two beings in the middle of the end, writing spin offs, my me mine a marble note book, with notes of adolescence and society towards its front cover drawing an unclear picture i am told looks like me even closer to that front, cover, covering "Closure," The Truth's song now behind my back with lost marbles, mistooken "for" stucko, sandwhiching in "for" with inventive rhetoric, sealing what we once reached for, the secret too soon, reading the end first for a second, then speed reading through the rest and getting into it, in and of its self, you, me, i, and i, we were it and it is based upon a true story twice removed which could not be further from the truth, a fictitious piece of work, dragging on one too long winded, winding up under cover..... Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 5: Inherently Flawed: VERSE 1: everybody's failed but we're doing the best we can because we're still alive and your gone and the reason your gone is because of the thing that i wanted to do that also failed and is also gone and he wanted me to be another thing and by the time i finally did it he became what i was everybody's having so much fun and i used to until i realized i was trying to be somebody else and your having so much fun but i know that your trying to be somebody else from who i ever knew and everybody want to have fun and everybody wants to smoke and everybody wants to drink and everybody wants to get fucked up dude and everybody wants to fuck and everybody wants to fuck or have really cheezy families that feel really awkward to be around and i'm living the high life the revolution will not be televised yet alone happen at all outside of catering to conscious fantasy land everyone has failed and it is all a sham nobody really cares about anything but their own lives and the way that they look (limited altruism competitive altruism look at me now with all of my flaws) CHORUS my sad sad face would like to smile again but im so hurt ill never laugh again VERSE 2 all schisms, isms, dogmas, and religions are flawed, including atheism, this one, and my own judgmental mind its curtains for me i have no right to rhyme yet alone exist on this planet the alien architect thriving surviving off of your whim everywhere he goes isn't good enough for him for each discounts that which it isn't in and out groups in and out of the loops self vs. other he laughs and smiles on cue and everyone finds a mate within their class and range physical attributes compatibility and so forth for reasons why cognitions are dissonant she the first cut deep to the shallow nothing ever lasts until you become boring and decide that that is what you want and i've spent years trying to make what i wanted as a teenager come true and i am not a teenager anymore and where are they now if it comes across as insincere that's because it is i wonder how many concerns we would bring up if we didn't have people that hold power over us in our lives CHORUS VERSE 3 speaking in doubles double O Devin undercover spy p-h-i double l-y "do you hate her cus she's pieces of you?" nope i have no idea what your talking about and its best that way manning up and away from those he loves for that big promotion sometimes i feel the vibe that you guys hate the shit out of me and it hurts my feelings i wasn't feeling the vibe but it was time to perform so i did it anyway and felt shitty afterwards everything about it felt hoaky and stupid sometimes you have to suck a lot of dicks that you don't wanna suck to get to the pussy that you wanna fuck is the way i see it curse cursing don't be so eager you don't have to do that to please him cus you are too beautiful i liked what you were saying but not how, no why, you said it cus it defeats its purpose and he thinks that thats the way to do it what you enjoy kills me and i hate it here and i know you do too night life or art what did i originally want from the start and death did us apart CHORUS VERSE 4: i don't belong to this world switch it up depending on where you are whilst dodging cameras unless you so choose to hold on to your cohesive identifiable identity identical to those remembered and most likely in the future keep it together conserve laughing and smiling on cue occasioned by you setting social scripts with regard to where we find our selves redundant as to clarify is to foreshadow what has already developed ahead of your time you make me sick vomiting stupidly with idiotic and moronic tendencies and they say i'm a fuck and they're right feed the buzz plus who can you trust when there's too many mc's not enough mics is the belief which is believable and fun et al amidst your own i.e. that there are plenty of mics to go around but that money and/or connects bring differing qualities of mics and prestige affiliations affirmations as proof of what so ever and ever you already are an ideal self proven or actualized by ways of evidence to those who don't believe in you CHORUS (catering requests, relationship, this is pschoanalysis, inherently flawed, confabulating truths and distorting them, i see what i saw, he died and she died and he died......) --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Hangman: intro verse: Hangman sysagy: at least three celestial bodies in alignment, i told him i would use it, i could have looked up, but instead perhaps i went wrong, (check it out) 11:30 French, such a mensch, guitar lines, beats boxing, cyphers and rhyme readings, effects, filters synonymous, ominous, prominent figures, i'm leaving to persue her new, shhhh....... wait, don't hesitate, it won't set 'em straight, levitate, whatever do you mean, leviathan, don't say nothing, good listener, a shoulder to cry on, but what if i'm wrong, pressed for time and repressed, less is more except for when you aren't present, in essence what i mean is no biggy, platonic demonic devices, vices, busy bodies, cracked up to be off the rocker of rocking musical that cannot occupy the same space at the same time, grime, sut, mayhem, awkward positions, self fulfilled, prophetic, all encompassing, booming grannies, and babies, lazy, unhanded, hot potatoes on the couch, boob tubes and lonely verse 1: even microphones get rduced to solid gold which get represented by pieces of paper which are meaningless on their own, and the original is forgotten, only copies remain, and rhythm and poets are rapping the exact same but the rules of the game were made to be broken, at least im hoping, sh..., once again i;ve chosen DEVINity, an adjective of my name, simple and plain, i'm coming up with tools of my trade like recycling spit cuz its good for the evironment, and, fixing and mixing, lyrics i'm trash picking that came from, anti-rhythm, no, a-rhythmic, a-mature, free form, ideologies, you don't follow me, understood, well good, think about it with metacognition, i'm spittin a hint at the glimpse of the gist of the mist, rhetoric, flowery language, nothing and everything, vocab, i go grab, the microphone and stab my self cuz i've lost it, and i've been wasting my time being a sore loser just fiending for the mic, an addicted inner conflicted user and abuser of short hands for misconception, stressin what need not be agreed upon, going off of what is going on spawns a warm embrace and leaves space cuz when you define it, your making it definite, the finite, as apposed to indefinite, possible boundless, the sound of the soundless, shapeless, this is the great shift, passed the past into the gates of infinity, within free is found the space ship that will take "taking the chance of taking this stance im taking it" beyond a hook hooked on phonics to the plans which are out of this world, alien to it but affluent in its ways and influenced by them through the alienated eyes of the beholder proposed by the alien architect, NOW, knowing how, as apposed to knowing what ought be done fun is to be had by all situations hairy and balled the so called and called out extra extra extraneous abundancy read all about it perception of fit mental maps walking on water running laps but you cant keep running away from the grand master plan sam i am a ham egged on by green envy of the men we are seemingly supposed to be sons of guns where did we learn it from (scene) V.2 I'm on that mainstream of conscious flow swimming through chemical compounds, h20 liquid, im livid, i should be committed, im crazy, maybe im indecisive, self richeous, i might just break it all down down to its lowest common denominator till nothing more needs to be said, im dead serious delirious with blurred vision a hip hop head on collision a statistician fishing for compliments a conglomerate putting it all together a playground grounded in play with mood swings that change with the weather and better for it exploring a nympho for the info of salient foreign social objects dont box me in boxes i rhyme to the rhythm of the clock ticks blast off like rockets while of some of you guys still rap obnoxious im making progress with the prospects of my projects i've got options that i'm picking i dig in within this win win situation situated in my state of nature in which to state your purpose does it a disservice maiming it worthless none of this is on purpose motivated by unconscious urges surges of adrenaline i'm like pesky kids meddling cuz "everyone wears the mask but how long will it last" not so fast where are you going where are we going with this bare witness this is bigger than the business V.3 It's like im crazy on the microphone but sane when you meet me in person particularly if you know me well which may never happen if our personas don't jell wishing you will wish me well dropping nick names nicks, dimes, quarters, and change that i fished for in the fountain of youth, that predated my date with the clues that you should get in exchange for the exchange that they will pick up from whense where you left off hand do you know how to get back from whense you came to there, where they say we should not go, they are green with envious inclination, i would rather recline off the handy man's hands that feeds the little birdies that told my minds made up me to hear what you are saying but to not to listen to who you think you are barred from the point of no return deserves another now and then to feel around a rounded dead object objective to this associative interconnected networking of crazies on the microphone --------------------------------------------- *TRACK 6: Our Own Little World: Verse: speaking kissing listening hugging laughing kuddling napping sleeping dreaming leaving little by little alone together we wither away decay amidst times that fade sooner or later why do i hesitate one day we will both die Chorus: why are you being so nice to me why are you being so nice to me in out own little world i feel you slipping away Verse Chorus ------------------------------------------------------------ *TRACK 7: In And Out Of Existence: v.1 his heart was stolen he roamed heartless partial to patriarchal settings getting farthest from the fact that that is this and vic a versa the observer is observed and, but of course, coerced behind closed doors, locked, non responsive to hard knocks the watch is clearly merely a schedule meter now he's a wanna be mind reader confabulating truths checking in ones and two's with circular arguments, no, riddles and queries, theories of the guilty which can never be proven, i've seen the benefit of the doubt in which one moves in such that all are innocent bystanders good by standards within a reasonable doubt such that the loud moth is hushed implicit egotism and lust set free from maya or so at first believed to be but not rather on a higher dimensional plane of existential formulaics due to postulates of head rushes to the end, i hate to say it but take it as it comes and goes in and out of existence chorus: in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups in and out of the loops v.2 freeze duel processes for better or for worse interjected inspected and evaluated by means of a non communicative synonymous nature of awareness amongst the ambiguities that are resulting from the attributing to stems of dissonance of cognitions due to inconsistent self perceptions across varying situational contexts, self images acquired through observational studies of one's public displays of behaviourisms internalized and misconstrued with internal affairs truth or dare? i dare you to tell the truth cuz truth is in a liar prior to being inspired i;ve hypothesized sucker mc's calling me sire and realizedm spitting through the wire, that i'm a king without a crown or even being called a king at all cuz, whats in a name so lets freak the bleak and just roll with it go it with it as it comes and goes in and out of existence CHORUS V2 I was in when being in was getting in with the out group i came out before branching out from the family tree rooted on the undergrounds of the burial grounds watered down familiar to my me, cultivated gathering sticks that bore bearings fruits of labor in due time dated witnesses needless to say what is hard to tell inklings of silent pens timed and placed their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come in out going out sourcing citing sources in and out of existence in and out of in and out groups grouping dotted delinneations in line for diplomas diplomats caucus mounting double entendres their fruitfullness hanging upon their every word pleasing for you to come out going out sourcing sighting sources in and out of existence credits released 21 March 2014 * The Tracks:: Intro-->Arteria, This/That, When I Ask Them to, Hangman, In and Out of Existence: Vox, guitar, piano, keyboard, toy sounds, mixing, lyrics, songs written by: Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Bass: Drew Felder; Guitar: MJ; Cello: Helena Espvall; Drums: Charles Francis Duquesne * Trumpet on "Intro-->Arteria" by Hrw Sbkra/Napoleon Dolemite * Not Never: vox, drums, guitar, and lyrics and song written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Additional vox, bass, keyboards and produced by Alex Daniels; Guitar and Glockenspiel by Zach Goldstein. *Inherently Flawed: Vox, lyrics, and additional drums by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat and production by Alex Daniels; Guitar: Zach Goldstein *Our Own Little World: Vox, lyrics, and song by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher; Beat, keyboards, turntable, and production by Alex Daniels *All songs mixed by Alex Daniels and Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All lyrics by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * All songs written by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher, except for "Inherently Flawed," which musically was made and written by Alex Daniels with assistance from Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher * Mastered by Jesus Bravo * Front and back cover photo by Bernadette Dye * Layout by Rebecca Martell * Painting printed on the physical cd release of Arteria is entitled "Arteria" by Devin Cohen/Alien Architect/Cohen Asher

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17. The Listening Pillow

  • Published: 2011-02-08T20:21:04Z
  • By mrevaaaaa
The Listening Pillow

***!!!SUPER AWESOME INSTRUCTIONAL/INFORMATIONAL TEXT DOCUMENT FOR DOG DAYS!!!*** ***BRIEF SUMMARY*** Hey there dudes and dudettes! CONGRATULATIONS! My name is Tom Brennan, a.k.a. Mrevaaaaa (not MISTER eva, but pronounced mirreeeevaah), and you've download my album DOG DAYS (LOL)! First off, I'd like to say Thank you for downloading this, unless you bought it from me at the show, and if that's the case then I'd like to apologize that you had to spend money on it (since spending money is lame, c'mon). This album is in order of what date I wrote each track on (excluding the first one, since it's an intro track) since I wanted people to see how I evolved since the first song I ever wrote (which was Mouths Full Of Candy). I titled it "Dog Days" because during the summer of 2010 I had the best time of my life with the greatest friends I'll probably ever have. I also titled it "Dog Days" because my friends and I have a website called "Dogs Of The Internet" based off of our skype chat name that we've all been in for YEARS (yes, I'm being serious, son) called "dogs". My friends are my dogs, and I love my dogs very much. I give shout outs to all of my dogs, as well as many other supportive people and people that are very close to me, at the bottom of this LONG-ASS text document. I hope you all enjoy this album as much as I enjoyed making it. ***INSTRUCTIONS, I SUPPOSE. LOL*** As you may or may not already have seen, there's multiple pictures for album art inside this here ZIP you got from me (as well as my album, and this text document), so you can pick whichever one you want to show up for "Dog Days" in your mediaplayer. To do this, put the picture that you want inside the same folder as the songs of the album, "Dog Days", and add it to your media library. I know this works with Winamp, and most other media players should work the same way (I think, lol). ------------------------------------------------------------ ***LYRICS/SONG MEANINGS AND SHIT*** ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 1: The Listening Pillow **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Originally, I was going to title this album "The Listening Pillow" because every single recording I've ever done, since the very beginning of me getting serious with music, has been recorded with my mic layed down on a pillow. Every single song I have ever released has been recorded into a pillow, while I sat on my bed, sweating up a motherfucking storm. Other than that, there's really not much to say about this song. I wanted an intro track (I also wanted an intro thing for shows and stuff, and I'm gonna be using an alternate version of this intro for that actually), and since I put the album in order of when I wrote it (from earliest, to most recent, as I said before), I put a few quiet clips of some miscellaneous songs I had (also in order of which I wrote them/covered them, doy) to put the emphasis on the fact that these songs were written over the course of a really long time (from the earliest song to the newest song it's nearly a full 2 years). Btw, I'm sorry I've been using parentheses like an asshole. I just don't know any other way to articulate my thoughts. The songs you hear in this one are (from first, to last): 1. Mistakes (Off of my first album, which was also ass.) 2. You Make Me... FUCKING SCREAM (Off of my second album, which was ass.) 3. Peter Cat REVISITED (Not on any album, just some song I released over tumblr one time. It was also a cover of the song PETER CAT on my first album) 4. Me, Myself, & The Moon (A cover of a song with the same title by a band called "The Drums", also not on an album) **LYRICS** There are no lyrics. Well, technically there's lyrics in the songs I have playing in the background, but there's no actual lyrics for the track itself. Fun fact: The entire track is in the key of C, that's including the songs in it and the track itself ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 2: Mouths Full Of Candy! (And Hearts Full Of Fire!) **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** This was the first song I ever wrote and recorded sometime in February of 2009. I recorded it while I was dating this girl, whom I'm still good friends with, and it was just the manifestation of all of the happiest feelings I had while dating her really I didn't really have any actual experience with music around this time, (This is one of the happiest songs I've ever written for this reason since I wasn't writing from what I was usually feeling, which is sadness, since I'm a sappy fuck). other than messing around in FL Studio 8 for a satirical rap group my friends & I had called "The Vernon Kings". Point is, I didn't really have an ear for it much at all, I just kind of fucked around til I got something that sounded cool. This song is SO OLD, in fact, that it's been recorded and released 3 seperate times (this being the last). The first time it was recorded with my Skype headset and released on my Myspace (lol), the second time it was recorded with my current microphone, the AT2020USB condenser mic, but at the time I recorded it I had no-fucking-clue what I was doing with the mic AND I recorded it into Audacity, which I no longer use (I use FL Studio now), and the THIRD and LAST time I recorded it with my AT2020USB condenser mic as well, but this time I actually knew what I was doing, and I actually wrote the second half of this song (from 1:47 onward) in the late months of 2010, since i needed to make it much longer (since it originally ENDED at around 1:47 originally), and then recorded it at around the same time. I figured I'd stick with the fun/happy/silly feeling of the song, which is why I complain about how I can't drive (I still can't, lol). **LYRICS** Player 1 insert coin. Player 2 insert coin. 1, 2, 1 2 3 4! Come on everybody, get off your seats and get on the dance floor! Pump it up! Make it louder! Here we go no! Okay, okay, okay NOW! Contrary, to popular belief I like all my time spent when it's just YOU AND ME! CAUSE, you're the best and you make me feel great! Can I take you to the movies I will pay for the date! We can see anything that you desire! WITH OUR MOUTHS FULL OF CANDY AND OUR HEARTS FULL OF FIRE! You're the best girl to me it doesn't matter what you do! And despite the situation I will always love you! WOO! Let's play a game just YOU AND ME! Two players that make the PERFECT TEAM! We'll WIN this can't you see! LET'S HAVE LOTS OF FUN TONIGHT, WEE! You make me feel like I'M FANTASTIC! As long as you remain my sidekick! BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH! WE ARE TWO ACTION FIGURES FIGHTING CRIME IN PLASTIC! It's about that time in the song where I mix it up--JUST A BIT! And I, do something, completely unexpected like a BASS SOLO! GET READY FOR IT! (I don't want to write the lyrics for that part, it's too silly) (bass solo) WELL I JUST WANNA TAKE YOU ON A DATE! I'LL PICK YOU UP AT SIX I WON'T BE LATE! (lol it's funny because I couldn't drive when I wrote this and I STILL can't drive, and I'm 18) But there's one thing that I should tell you, and it makes me want to cry. It's something I'm quiiite ashamed of, and it's that I still can't drive. I can't drive x2 (he can't drive) x2 But don't give up just yet because the future still looks bright! Although I cannot drive, in time, I really think I might! I know I'm not that manly and I'm sure this doesn't help, But listen here I've got so much love so listen when I yell! THAT I TRY! x1,000,000,000 (he's really really tryin' tonight) ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 3: Like You **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** This was the first REAL song I wrote, in my opinion. It was the first time I had written a song with chords on a guitar and recorded it (the first recording was much worse). I wrote it after breaking up with the girlfriend I wrote the first track about, and since I had dated her for 4 years and I was 17 when I broke up (do that math, I had just turned 13 when we started dating, so that's a pretty huge part of my life), it was really hard being single. Also, I had been suspended from school because I went in drunk one night, which turned into a nightmare where I ended up having to go to a treatment center 3 days a week for 3 hours a dayin the "Abusers" program. Long story short, I learned a lot about myself while I was there, but regardless, the first week I was suspended for (which was the week after I went to school drunk) I was also grounded, and single, therefor it was the loneliest I had ever been. I really hated how repetative it was, so when I re-recoreded it for this album, I ended up writing a little bit extra, which is everything before the first "I don't know what I'm doing at all" part of the song. Tbh, I kind of like the old one better, but I've realized everything isn't going to come out perfect. TL;DR really personal shit, try and not judge me. Whether you'd like to believe it or not, I've changed quite a bit since then. **LYRICS** Now, I didn't mean to fall so hard to the ground. Is it safe to say that I'll find my way? And I'm full of hate, I'm so full of hate And I don't know what I'm doing at all. I'm living in this world alone (so cold) and nowhere feels like home tonight. I just need someone to talk to like you, and I just need someone to talk to you like you. And it's sad to know, that we can't go back in time And it's sad to know, that the mornings a fucking sign That we fucked up, and it's true, that there's nothing that we can do Except lie to ourselves, one last time, and say we're all good and that we're fiiiiine And I don't know what I'm doing at all. I'm living in this world alone (so cold) and nowhere feels like home tonight. I just need someone to talk to like you, and I just need someone to talk to you like you. (like you) But you're not there. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 4: Attention! **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this track when I had a crush on this girl in early February of 2010 that I ended up dating and I wasn't sure if she liked me back even though we chilled and stuff at the time (And at the TIME, she DID like me, I just didn't think she did. I know, real simple teenage shit, right?) and this was a silly way for me to say how I basically felt like a big bitch for relying on girls validating my feelings for me to feel happy. It was originally a really shitty acoustic song of the same length (this track is only like :30 seconds) with a lot of reverb on it because, for some reason, I thought reverb made everything sound good. For this album, I re-recorded it with my electric guitar and bass, accompanied by some synths from FL studio as well as some drum beats and shit to make it sound funky. I think it still gets the point across. **LYRICS** I hate my need for female attention. Loving, crushing, heart breaking; it's not too good for my self-esteem, And in time, maybe I will grow some balls, But for now I'm just some big man bitch with not too much goin' for me at all. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 5: Alive **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** During the early states of my relationship with this girl in late February of 2010 (yes, the same girl I had a crush on in early February 2010, I didn't know her very well and I was still obviously very insecure and since I liked her so much and I was so excited to be in a relationship again, each waking moment where she wasn't talking to me I was obsessing over whether or not she liked me or not and all this bullshit and it made me feel awful and there'd be days where we were supposed to hang out and she'd cancel last minute and I'd have gotten my hopes up so I'd get all sad. Basically, it was a bunch of stupid shit and I still didn't know how to deal with myself at the time and I was home alone a lot around this time period (and I was also still recovering from the embarrassing incident that got me into counseling). This was a real rough time, whether it was petty problems or not. I wrote this song over the course of like, a few months (I recorded the final version in July of 2010 and wrote it originally in late February and it was also a much shorter version) and I finished writing it in July, and by then I was single again and realized that things get better and I got EXCEPTIONALLY close with my friends from my original highscool in Vernon, NJ, which led the end of the song to be kind of "hopeful" yet "sad". I also didn't do very good in school and realized I wasn't going to be going to any fancy colleges, so I felt bad for feeling like I let my mom down. I didn't really feel like I let myself down in this department only because I fucking hated school and I didn't really want to go to college anyway. Yeah, I'm so smart. At least I finished high school and I'm going to community college now, lol. **LYRICS** Taking naps on days where the past night I slept twelve hours, Sitting where I've always sat before The rest of my life sort of speaks for itself. Instead of moving out I'm staying in and making up for being dumb, and lazy, and fat, And besides that I just don't know what I'm gonna do I'm just a stupid little boy with a guitar and a mouth And I don't exactly have much else but, I still care. So I'll spend this time to mess around or do what some people call living your life, Because I'm alive I'm always crashing to the ground I always fight myself til I can't speak And then we push and push and push and push Persue, live and let live Taking something from myself and others I have got to give I've had trouble perceiving, but now I am believing I'll leave behind what's bleeding And patch these fucking wounds ooooh Reflections reflections in different directions I'm cross eyed and I can't see ahead Repairs and corrections and making decisions To break out this prision or rot here instead I'm not budging with faith and not moving with god I'm a rock sationary and stuck I've found myself book by book off the shelf I've been given the best of my luck But was far more than thaaaaaaaaat No no no no no x2 Well now I'm outta highschool and I've got 2 part time jobs Adulthoodm is calling my name It's kind of coming fast Growing up sorta sucks I don't have a girlfriend, I've been single for a while i've been left alone to deal with myself A hug would be nice! But it's okay if you don't! I gotta deal with my codependencies and learn more about myself and me and once I'm done with that, I might be alright With that and mind and my goals have been said I'll do what some people call living your life Because I'm alive 1,2,3,4 WOOAH! I hope this never endsx1,000,000 No! ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 6: Supperhappy! **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Firstly, I'd like to say this: Ahahaahahahahahahhahahaahhahahahhahahahhahahahhahaaaahah. Okay, let's get real here. I wrote this song during the best stages of my relationship with the girl I ended up dating in February 2010 that I mentioned in the descriptions of the other songs, and it is effectively the happiest thing I've ever written (besides "Mouths Full of Candy", of course). Although I this song isn't relevant to my life anymore (as in I am, what most people would describe as "Over it". i.e. fuq dat shit) I still really liked how it came out and all of the feelings I expressed in this song were still all very genuine, especially the ending (although in retrospect, had I known that life can be okay when you're not dating someone THEN like I do NOW, I might have written different lyrics LOL) **LYRICS** I wanna throw my cellphone at the wall, and kick my desktop til it breaks. I wanna run, run, run, real far away to some place I can't communicate, But I won't, cause then I couldn't talk to you and that would suck! I wanna write a book about my life! THREE PAGES FULL OF SHIT! As in depth as a childrens book, I could probably go without it! So I will! But I'll still think about what the illustrations would look like! Badadadadadadadax1,000,000,000 I'll write you a letter cause it feels good When I put my pen to paper I'm not poet, I just like writing! Stroke after stroke, word after word! (lol i always think of wieners here, not pens) I'm feeling awesome and I hope it's mutual cause I think you're awesome! Can we be awesome together? Badadadadadadadax1,000,000,000 Childrens books aren't hard to read! I wear my heart out on my sleeve! I'm sorry if I talk too much-- You seem to like it cause you're still here! I've ran away from myself before and it's not fun, but you're so COOL and you're so GREAT and you MAKE ME FEEL SO HAPPY you're so COOL and you're so GREAT Do you wanna run away with me? Do you wanna run away with meeEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee? I thought I'D seen pretty, until I saw you (as in, hubbah hubbah) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I'D felt comfort, until I felt you (also as in, hubbah hubbah) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I knew happiness, until I knew you (as in, I-was-obviously-really-codependent when I wrote this song) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I had purpose, until I had you (as in WOW HOW PATHETIC) You've redefined that word for me, too. And a single, angsty teenage tear is shed. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 7: 1499 Days **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Remember that girl I started dating in February? Well, if you've come this far, I'm sure as hell you do. I ended up really falling for this girl. Like, REALLY falling for her. I felt like my idea of what being in love with someone had changed and I just felt so amazing. She ended up dumping me and I was really broken up about it. I wanted to blame the fact that, for nearly a quarter of my life, I was in a relationship with this girl (from the time I had just turned 13, on October 1st, and for a grand total of 1499 days after that), and I felt that it indirectly made me really codependent because I never really learned how to just deal with myself and not have someone to talk to about it. I felt like a piece of shit and I wish I wasn't so codependent. The monolauge in the beginning was something I wrote by hand one day when I was really hating myself. I don't really want you to be able to understand it. **LYRICS** I don't remember what it's like to be happy alone. Countless hours on my bed I spend here at home If only I could be 13 again, I wouldn't need somebody else! x2 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 8: Myself In The 4th Dimension (Hint: The 4th dimension is time, teehee) **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this song one day when I was really hating myself and didn't know how to properly express it without looking even sappier than I already am, so I wrote a song that sounded really happy/kind of nostalgiac too, I suppose, and sang my self-loathing poetry to it. With some autotune in the beginning. I'm sorry. **LYRICS** If I could go back in time and talk to myself, I'd probably not believe what I had to say. I'd probably assume I was lying even though I would be trying to make sure I don't turn out this way I've I could go back in time and fight with myself, I'd probably lose but I'd still wonder why I am such an asshole now. How did I end up such a terrible guuuy-oh badadadax1,000,000 If I could go back in time and deal with myself, there's no doubt that I would just want to fucking die and if there's someone that I have a problem with It would be me myself and fucking IIII-Oh And I wish that I knew why! I suck so much, yeah, I I wish that I knew why I suck so much I suck so fucking much ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 9: Hey, what's up? **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I know this is kind of anticlimactic, but here's how writing this song went: I was strumming around on my acoustic and just sort of saying random things until I found something that sounded good, which ended up being a simple "Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a long, long time (well at least it feels that way)" with the C, G, F chord progression (all bar chords), and I just sort of went from there. This song was basically me just jamming out and having fun. I'm sorry it isn't really about someone, if you were hoping it was, and I'm sorry if you found yourself "relating" to this song at all. Hey, just cause it's not exactly relevant to my life doesn't mean it can't be for you! **LYRICS** Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a long, long time. (Well, at least it feels that way) Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a while! (It feels like it's been so long!) Listen to the minors I play I'm only trying to paly what sounds right ba ba ba ba badadadada ba x1,000,000 I've missed you x1,000,000,000,000 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 10: Summer **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** The summer of 2010 was the summer I found myself more than any of the past ones. It was the first summer where I was single, and the 2nd album my friends and I were drinking and smoking and the like, except this time we hadn't *just* started, so we weren't a bunch of idiots. Plus, I had learned a lot from my counseling experience in the past, and I wasn't gonna let myself get back into a situation like that again, and I think, given that fact, it made my summer a LOT BETTER, since: 1. I had learned what NOT to do when it comes to PARTYING. That also means WHERE, erm 2. I hadn't gotten to party with my friends for a good 4 month or so time period since I was on counseling and everything, so it just made it so much more fun. I also was getting really sick of the fact that all I did was complain about how much I hated myself in all of my other songs. See, I don't say "I'm awesome" or anything in this song, but the point is, I *felt* awesome, and I was really enjoying how things were working out for me. TL;DR best summer ever, I had a lot of fun, and my life started looking much better. This explains the "I love my life" ending, lol. **LYRICS** I remember times of sadness by myself in my own skin God damn it i was so uncomfortable Upon inspection self reflection though alright in its direction It's (self) correction: repetative, and redundant at its best My songs tend to be parallel and meaning the same things Will i ever mix it up a bit and stop it with this shit? Life is way too great to spend it writing sappy songs About how i don't like myself and i'm a bitch Listen here, to what i have to say You're important in every single way Life is tough at times, and that's just how it is Spend the rest of your life better day after day Everyone is talkin' 'bout the snow And I'm already thinkin' how much fun I'm gonna have this summer Late car rides with music blasting, Screaming at the kids we're passing, Laughing hard and reminiscing Oh my fucking god All my friends come back from college, My summer job starts; I got a full wallet! Drink too much! Shit! Oh, I gotta vomit! PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! But that's not the point of why I like summer My friends are just back so it's a lot funner So guys, come on let's go! Listen here, to what i have to say You're important in every single way Life is tough at times, and that's just how it is Spend the rest of your life better day after day I love my life x999999 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 11: Snow Blow **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** After summer ended, a lot of my friends left for college. Y'know, the friends I grew closer and closer with in the summer. It wasn't so bad at first in the early stages of fall and all because I could still hang out with my other friends that stayed back home to just go to community college because they don't know what else to do with their lives either, like myself, but then, something horrible happened. Winter came, and it came BUCKETS. It's been snowing, icing, sleeting, and jizzing so much around here that even though a lot of my friends are still around and stuff I couldn't fucking hang out with them because the roads were so bad. And I still can't fucking drive. So, without the powerful mental, emotioal, and party driven backing of my best friends, I once again began to manifest feelings of inadequacy and loneliness in myself. Also, in the beginning of the fall, end of the summer, I moved into a new house which is conveniently located like 100 feet from one of the slopes of my local ski-resort, Mountain Creek, and even when it wasn't snowing for everyone else in my county, it would still snow at my house, which only made me think of the loneliness of this winter even more because the snow is just a constant reminder that I am going to be staying inside, by myself, quite a bit. Of course, I still managed to see my friends at least once a week, but there would be countless days where I'd be sitting in the same place, doing the same thing, for hours and hours on end on my computer recording/playing videogames/jerking off. After a while, it just got redundant, and in comparison to how AMAZING the summer was, it just felt really, really shitty. **LYRICS** I don't like myself at times more often than I'd like My eyes are focused on the mirror and my feet are stuck right where they are. Inside myself my thoughts are caught and locked and I can't stop to tell That it's alright and that's just life but hell I guess I'm doing fine Can't I just stop for a minute and appreciate what's great? There's nothing worse in life, and I know, than putting yourself down. So cut it out. Just cut it out. x2 EPIC GUITAR SHREDDAGE Let the snow keep me home as I stay inside! I'll never get used to stuff like this! ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 12: Pesky Little Problems **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this song during the same, awful winter that I described in the info of the last song. I wanted it to be warmer. I wanted a girlfriend. I felt lonely, sad, self loathing, regretful, remorseful, etc etc etc. I just didn't feel very good. I kept trying to get myself to like girls and stuff that I knew deep down I wasn't interested in to satisfy my own selfish needs of wanting to make basic human connections with people of the opposite sex and it only ever ended up with me hurting said girl and hating myself. **LYRICS** I don't love anyone and it's quite hard 'Cause I want to love someone But I don't even like anyone No, I don't even like anyone I wish that I loved somebody but it's quite hard, When I don't even love myself And I don't even like myself. I wish I didn't care enough to make the air around more pleasant to breath. I guess, that life is just fair, 'cause I've not been the best, if you couldn't see I wish I loved someone x4 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 13: The Cogs Are Spinnin' **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** In my local music scene, we have 2 genres of music. Well, one of them technically isn't in *my* local scene, since it's in Warwick, NY, and I'm from NJ, but fuck you, it's only like 20 minutes away. Those genres are Hardcore, which is from my area, unfortunately, and Ska, which is from the Warwick area. I'll start this off by saying that I actually like the Warwick kids. The scene where I'm from in Vernon, NJ fucking sucks. It's a bunch of HXC mosh warriors where music is a science where there's a formula to creating "songs" that usually goes something like this: CHUGGA CHUGGA DUNNGE DUNGE(crowd chant) CHUGGA CHUGGA DUNNGE DUNGE (something offensive) (ride hit) (breakdown) (crash bass snare) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) Fuck that. Music isn't a fucking popularity contest. Well, it is for some people, but fuck all of those people, asses. This song is about my music scene and I can't stand how they are doing the same thing that every famous pop artists does with their music: they're writing songs with alterior motives, as in for reasons other than BECAUSE THEY'RE PASSIONATE ABOUT WRITING MUSIC. FUCK YOU. Basically, I take pride in knowing that I'm not "one of them", and though it may be conceited, I'm still grateful I'm at least not a COMPLETE fucking toolbag, and that's why it sounds like such a happy song, and not an angry or sad one instead, as I'm rejoicing in the fact that I'm not a puppet like a lot of people in the music industry appear to be. **LYRICS** These days all they care about is Am i on the top? Can i walk the walk? Am i good enough? It's sobering to think that they're all the same! (they're all the [email protected]) I don't know why i even try sometimes when i see these kids lie To the faces of their "so called fans" I hope they try to make things right Instead they're just assembly lines To make fake tracks on demand It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! It's all the same! It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! Never thought i would be singing to a mic about how i don't like the sight of fights that happen every night and i don't wanna be the meanest in the scene i'm but a teen and i believe my morals didn't lead me to be a marine Mm i being clear? Some things are not as they appear. Being mad at your dad for not raising you right, That's no reason for a beating at a show friday night. Despite the blight you're alright (despite the blight you're alright) Despite the blight you're alright (despite the blight you're alright) For you it's not about the music No, it's all about the sound The crowds and clothes that you have now You wanna fucking run this town Is this how things go down? Is this really how things go down? I'm sick of all this bullshit yes i'm sick of working hard On songs i poured my soul into that you so easily discard. When will you stop this act? or did i over react? It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! It's all the same! It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! ------------------------------------------------------------ AND THAT'S IT! If you actually read all the way to the bottom, you're a real hero, and I guess that means you enjoyed the album enough to read up on it. Cheers to you, sir, or ma'am. I've spent the past 4 hours typing this shit up, so I hope it was worth it and at least 1 or 2 people actually look at this thing. I hope you all enjoy how I evolved as a musician as the album progressed and everything, given that it was in chronological order and all. I love you all, very, very much. Had it not been for all of the support I've gotten, I don't think I would've ever released this album. Finally, here's a shout out to everyone that I care about that helped me through everything and anything (in no particular order): Mom Molly Pablo Katia Abby Dody Nolan Brielle Kyle Mark A. Mark P. Nick Nieves Nate Eric John Paul S Alec Joe Eduardo Paul F Mike L Nadia APD Nick C Orion Genevieve Kara Isabella Vicki Shannon Lacey Anna Dana Carianne Cheska Gabby Mare Jen Amanda Jeremy Kayla Antonio Tom Zoe Jusin Jon Sam And I'd like to take this moment to thank Jeff Rosenstock, even though it's not like he's my best friend or a close family member or anything. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have started writing my own music either. Thank you. Thank you very much, Jeff. If you're not sure the name I listed is yours, it probably is. If you THINK it is, it PROBABLY is. Just an FYI. I love you all.

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18. The Cogs Are Spinnin'

  • Published: 2011-02-08T20:15:40Z
  • By mrevaaaaa
The Cogs Are Spinnin'

***!!!SUPER AWESOME INSTRUCTIONAL/INFORMATIONAL TEXT DOCUMENT FOR DOG DAYS!!!*** ***BRIEF SUMMARY*** Hey there dudes and dudettes! CONGRATULATIONS! My name is Tom Brennan, a.k.a. Mrevaaaaa (not MISTER eva, but pronounced mirreeeevaah), and you've download my album DOG DAYS (LOL)! First off, I'd like to say Thank you for downloading this, unless you bought it from me at the show, and if that's the case then I'd like to apologize that you had to spend money on it (since spending money is lame, c'mon). This album is in order of what date I wrote each track on (excluding the first one, since it's an intro track) since I wanted people to see how I evolved since the first song I ever wrote (which was Mouths Full Of Candy). I titled it "Dog Days" because during the summer of 2010 I had the best time of my life with the greatest friends I'll probably ever have. I also titled it "Dog Days" because my friends and I have a website called "Dogs Of The Internet" based off of our skype chat name that we've all been in for YEARS (yes, I'm being serious, son) called "dogs". My friends are my dogs, and I love my dogs very much. I give shout outs to all of my dogs, as well as many other supportive people and people that are very close to me, at the bottom of this LONG-ASS text document. I hope you all enjoy this album as much as I enjoyed making it. ***INSTRUCTIONS, I SUPPOSE. LOL*** As you may or may not already have seen, there's multiple pictures for album art inside this here ZIP you got from me (as well as my album, and this text document), so you can pick whichever one you want to show up for "Dog Days" in your mediaplayer. To do this, put the picture that you want inside the same folder as the songs of the album, "Dog Days", and add it to your media library. I know this works with Winamp, and most other media players should work the same way (I think, lol). ------------------------------------------------------------ ***LYRICS/SONG MEANINGS AND SHIT*** ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 1: The Listening Pillow **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Originally, I was going to title this album "The Listening Pillow" because every single recording I've ever done, since the very beginning of me getting serious with music, has been recorded with my mic layed down on a pillow. Every single song I have ever released has been recorded into a pillow, while I sat on my bed, sweating up a motherfucking storm. Other than that, there's really not much to say about this song. I wanted an intro track (I also wanted an intro thing for shows and stuff, and I'm gonna be using an alternate version of this intro for that actually), and since I put the album in order of when I wrote it (from earliest, to most recent, as I said before), I put a few quiet clips of some miscellaneous songs I had (also in order of which I wrote them/covered them, doy) to put the emphasis on the fact that these songs were written over the course of a really long time (from the earliest song to the newest song it's nearly a full 2 years). Btw, I'm sorry I've been using parentheses like an asshole. I just don't know any other way to articulate my thoughts. The songs you hear in this one are (from first, to last): 1. Mistakes (Off of my first album, which was also ass.) 2. You Make Me... FUCKING SCREAM (Off of my second album, which was ass.) 3. Peter Cat REVISITED (Not on any album, just some song I released over tumblr one time. It was also a cover of the song PETER CAT on my first album) 4. Me, Myself, & The Moon (A cover of a song with the same title by a band called "The Drums", also not on an album) **LYRICS** There are no lyrics. Well, technically there's lyrics in the songs I have playing in the background, but there's no actual lyrics for the track itself. Fun fact: The entire track is in the key of C, that's including the songs in it and the track itself ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 2: Mouths Full Of Candy! (And Hearts Full Of Fire!) **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** This was the first song I ever wrote and recorded sometime in February of 2009. I recorded it while I was dating this girl, whom I'm still good friends with, and it was just the manifestation of all of the happiest feelings I had while dating her really I didn't really have any actual experience with music around this time, (This is one of the happiest songs I've ever written for this reason since I wasn't writing from what I was usually feeling, which is sadness, since I'm a sappy fuck). other than messing around in FL Studio 8 for a satirical rap group my friends & I had called "The Vernon Kings". Point is, I didn't really have an ear for it much at all, I just kind of fucked around til I got something that sounded cool. This song is SO OLD, in fact, that it's been recorded and released 3 seperate times (this being the last). The first time it was recorded with my Skype headset and released on my Myspace (lol), the second time it was recorded with my current microphone, the AT2020USB condenser mic, but at the time I recorded it I had no-fucking-clue what I was doing with the mic AND I recorded it into Audacity, which I no longer use (I use FL Studio now), and the THIRD and LAST time I recorded it with my AT2020USB condenser mic as well, but this time I actually knew what I was doing, and I actually wrote the second half of this song (from 1:47 onward) in the late months of 2010, since i needed to make it much longer (since it originally ENDED at around 1:47 originally), and then recorded it at around the same time. I figured I'd stick with the fun/happy/silly feeling of the song, which is why I complain about how I can't drive (I still can't, lol). **LYRICS** Player 1 insert coin. Player 2 insert coin. 1, 2, 1 2 3 4! Come on everybody, get off your seats and get on the dance floor! Pump it up! Make it louder! Here we go no! Okay, okay, okay NOW! Contrary, to popular belief I like all my time spent when it's just YOU AND ME! CAUSE, you're the best and you make me feel great! Can I take you to the movies I will pay for the date! We can see anything that you desire! WITH OUR MOUTHS FULL OF CANDY AND OUR HEARTS FULL OF FIRE! You're the best girl to me it doesn't matter what you do! And despite the situation I will always love you! WOO! Let's play a game just YOU AND ME! Two players that make the PERFECT TEAM! We'll WIN this can't you see! LET'S HAVE LOTS OF FUN TONIGHT, WEE! You make me feel like I'M FANTASTIC! As long as you remain my sidekick! BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH! WE ARE TWO ACTION FIGURES FIGHTING CRIME IN PLASTIC! It's about that time in the song where I mix it up--JUST A BIT! And I, do something, completely unexpected like a BASS SOLO! GET READY FOR IT! (I don't want to write the lyrics for that part, it's too silly) (bass solo) WELL I JUST WANNA TAKE YOU ON A DATE! I'LL PICK YOU UP AT SIX I WON'T BE LATE! (lol it's funny because I couldn't drive when I wrote this and I STILL can't drive, and I'm 18) But there's one thing that I should tell you, and it makes me want to cry. It's something I'm quiiite ashamed of, and it's that I still can't drive. I can't drive x2 (he can't drive) x2 But don't give up just yet because the future still looks bright! Although I cannot drive, in time, I really think I might! I know I'm not that manly and I'm sure this doesn't help, But listen here I've got so much love so listen when I yell! THAT I TRY! x1,000,000,000 (he's really really tryin' tonight) ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 3: Like You **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** This was the first REAL song I wrote, in my opinion. It was the first time I had written a song with chords on a guitar and recorded it (the first recording was much worse). I wrote it after breaking up with the girlfriend I wrote the first track about, and since I had dated her for 4 years and I was 17 when I broke up (do that math, I had just turned 13 when we started dating, so that's a pretty huge part of my life), it was really hard being single. Also, I had been suspended from school because I went in drunk one night, which turned into a nightmare where I ended up having to go to a treatment center 3 days a week for 3 hours a dayin the "Abusers" program. Long story short, I learned a lot about myself while I was there, but regardless, the first week I was suspended for (which was the week after I went to school drunk) I was also grounded, and single, therefor it was the loneliest I had ever been. I really hated how repetative it was, so when I re-recoreded it for this album, I ended up writing a little bit extra, which is everything before the first "I don't know what I'm doing at all" part of the song. Tbh, I kind of like the old one better, but I've realized everything isn't going to come out perfect. TL;DR really personal shit, try and not judge me. Whether you'd like to believe it or not, I've changed quite a bit since then. **LYRICS** Now, I didn't mean to fall so hard to the ground. Is it safe to say that I'll find my way? And I'm full of hate, I'm so full of hate And I don't know what I'm doing at all. I'm living in this world alone (so cold) and nowhere feels like home tonight. I just need someone to talk to like you, and I just need someone to talk to you like you. And it's sad to know, that we can't go back in time And it's sad to know, that the mornings a fucking sign That we fucked up, and it's true, that there's nothing that we can do Except lie to ourselves, one last time, and say we're all good and that we're fiiiiine And I don't know what I'm doing at all. I'm living in this world alone (so cold) and nowhere feels like home tonight. I just need someone to talk to like you, and I just need someone to talk to you like you. (like you) But you're not there. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 4: Attention! **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this track when I had a crush on this girl in early February of 2010 that I ended up dating and I wasn't sure if she liked me back even though we chilled and stuff at the time (And at the TIME, she DID like me, I just didn't think she did. I know, real simple teenage shit, right?) and this was a silly way for me to say how I basically felt like a big bitch for relying on girls validating my feelings for me to feel happy. It was originally a really shitty acoustic song of the same length (this track is only like :30 seconds) with a lot of reverb on it because, for some reason, I thought reverb made everything sound good. For this album, I re-recorded it with my electric guitar and bass, accompanied by some synths from FL studio as well as some drum beats and shit to make it sound funky. I think it still gets the point across. **LYRICS** I hate my need for female attention. Loving, crushing, heart breaking; it's not too good for my self-esteem, And in time, maybe I will grow some balls, But for now I'm just some big man bitch with not too much goin' for me at all. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 5: Alive **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** During the early states of my relationship with this girl in late February of 2010 (yes, the same girl I had a crush on in early February 2010, I didn't know her very well and I was still obviously very insecure and since I liked her so much and I was so excited to be in a relationship again, each waking moment where she wasn't talking to me I was obsessing over whether or not she liked me or not and all this bullshit and it made me feel awful and there'd be days where we were supposed to hang out and she'd cancel last minute and I'd have gotten my hopes up so I'd get all sad. Basically, it was a bunch of stupid shit and I still didn't know how to deal with myself at the time and I was home alone a lot around this time period (and I was also still recovering from the embarrassing incident that got me into counseling). This was a real rough time, whether it was petty problems or not. I wrote this song over the course of like, a few months (I recorded the final version in July of 2010 and wrote it originally in late February and it was also a much shorter version) and I finished writing it in July, and by then I was single again and realized that things get better and I got EXCEPTIONALLY close with my friends from my original highscool in Vernon, NJ, which led the end of the song to be kind of "hopeful" yet "sad". I also didn't do very good in school and realized I wasn't going to be going to any fancy colleges, so I felt bad for feeling like I let my mom down. I didn't really feel like I let myself down in this department only because I fucking hated school and I didn't really want to go to college anyway. Yeah, I'm so smart. At least I finished high school and I'm going to community college now, lol. **LYRICS** Taking naps on days where the past night I slept twelve hours, Sitting where I've always sat before The rest of my life sort of speaks for itself. Instead of moving out I'm staying in and making up for being dumb, and lazy, and fat, And besides that I just don't know what I'm gonna do I'm just a stupid little boy with a guitar and a mouth And I don't exactly have much else but, I still care. So I'll spend this time to mess around or do what some people call living your life, Because I'm alive I'm always crashing to the ground I always fight myself til I can't speak And then we push and push and push and push Persue, live and let live Taking something from myself and others I have got to give I've had trouble perceiving, but now I am believing I'll leave behind what's bleeding And patch these fucking wounds ooooh Reflections reflections in different directions I'm cross eyed and I can't see ahead Repairs and corrections and making decisions To break out this prision or rot here instead I'm not budging with faith and not moving with god I'm a rock sationary and stuck I've found myself book by book off the shelf I've been given the best of my luck But was far more than thaaaaaaaaat No no no no no x2 Well now I'm outta highschool and I've got 2 part time jobs Adulthoodm is calling my name It's kind of coming fast Growing up sorta sucks I don't have a girlfriend, I've been single for a while i've been left alone to deal with myself A hug would be nice! But it's okay if you don't! I gotta deal with my codependencies and learn more about myself and me and once I'm done with that, I might be alright With that and mind and my goals have been said I'll do what some people call living your life Because I'm alive 1,2,3,4 WOOAH! I hope this never endsx1,000,000 No! ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 6: Supperhappy! **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Firstly, I'd like to say this: Ahahaahahahahahahhahahaahhahahahhahahahhahahahhahaaaahah. Okay, let's get real here. I wrote this song during the best stages of my relationship with the girl I ended up dating in February 2010 that I mentioned in the descriptions of the other songs, and it is effectively the happiest thing I've ever written (besides "Mouths Full of Candy", of course). Although I this song isn't relevant to my life anymore (as in I am, what most people would describe as "Over it". i.e. fuq dat shit) I still really liked how it came out and all of the feelings I expressed in this song were still all very genuine, especially the ending (although in retrospect, had I known that life can be okay when you're not dating someone THEN like I do NOW, I might have written different lyrics LOL) **LYRICS** I wanna throw my cellphone at the wall, and kick my desktop til it breaks. I wanna run, run, run, real far away to some place I can't communicate, But I won't, cause then I couldn't talk to you and that would suck! I wanna write a book about my life! THREE PAGES FULL OF SHIT! As in depth as a childrens book, I could probably go without it! So I will! But I'll still think about what the illustrations would look like! Badadadadadadadax1,000,000,000 I'll write you a letter cause it feels good When I put my pen to paper I'm not poet, I just like writing! Stroke after stroke, word after word! (lol i always think of wieners here, not pens) I'm feeling awesome and I hope it's mutual cause I think you're awesome! Can we be awesome together? Badadadadadadadax1,000,000,000 Childrens books aren't hard to read! I wear my heart out on my sleeve! I'm sorry if I talk too much-- You seem to like it cause you're still here! I've ran away from myself before and it's not fun, but you're so COOL and you're so GREAT and you MAKE ME FEEL SO HAPPY you're so COOL and you're so GREAT Do you wanna run away with me? Do you wanna run away with meeEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee? I thought I'D seen pretty, until I saw you (as in, hubbah hubbah) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I'D felt comfort, until I felt you (also as in, hubbah hubbah) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I knew happiness, until I knew you (as in, I-was-obviously-really-codependent when I wrote this song) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I had purpose, until I had you (as in WOW HOW PATHETIC) You've redefined that word for me, too. And a single, angsty teenage tear is shed. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 7: 1499 Days **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Remember that girl I started dating in February? Well, if you've come this far, I'm sure as hell you do. I ended up really falling for this girl. Like, REALLY falling for her. I felt like my idea of what being in love with someone had changed and I just felt so amazing. She ended up dumping me and I was really broken up about it. I wanted to blame the fact that, for nearly a quarter of my life, I was in a relationship with this girl (from the time I had just turned 13, on October 1st, and for a grand total of 1499 days after that), and I felt that it indirectly made me really codependent because I never really learned how to just deal with myself and not have someone to talk to about it. I felt like a piece of shit and I wish I wasn't so codependent. The monolauge in the beginning was something I wrote by hand one day when I was really hating myself. I don't really want you to be able to understand it. **LYRICS** I don't remember what it's like to be happy alone. Countless hours on my bed I spend here at home If only I could be 13 again, I wouldn't need somebody else! x2 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 8: Myself In The 4th Dimension (Hint: The 4th dimension is time, teehee) **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this song one day when I was really hating myself and didn't know how to properly express it without looking even sappier than I already am, so I wrote a song that sounded really happy/kind of nostalgiac too, I suppose, and sang my self-loathing poetry to it. With some autotune in the beginning. I'm sorry. **LYRICS** If I could go back in time and talk to myself, I'd probably not believe what I had to say. I'd probably assume I was lying even though I would be trying to make sure I don't turn out this way I've I could go back in time and fight with myself, I'd probably lose but I'd still wonder why I am such an asshole now. How did I end up such a terrible guuuy-oh badadadax1,000,000 If I could go back in time and deal with myself, there's no doubt that I would just want to fucking die and if there's someone that I have a problem with It would be me myself and fucking IIII-Oh And I wish that I knew why! I suck so much, yeah, I I wish that I knew why I suck so much I suck so fucking much ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 9: Hey, what's up? **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I know this is kind of anticlimactic, but here's how writing this song went: I was strumming around on my acoustic and just sort of saying random things until I found something that sounded good, which ended up being a simple "Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a long, long time (well at least it feels that way)" with the C, G, F chord progression (all bar chords), and I just sort of went from there. This song was basically me just jamming out and having fun. I'm sorry it isn't really about someone, if you were hoping it was, and I'm sorry if you found yourself "relating" to this song at all. Hey, just cause it's not exactly relevant to my life doesn't mean it can't be for you! **LYRICS** Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a long, long time. (Well, at least it feels that way) Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a while! (It feels like it's been so long!) Listen to the minors I play I'm only trying to paly what sounds right ba ba ba ba badadadada ba x1,000,000 I've missed you x1,000,000,000,000 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 10: Summer **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** The summer of 2010 was the summer I found myself more than any of the past ones. It was the first summer where I was single, and the 2nd album my friends and I were drinking and smoking and the like, except this time we hadn't *just* started, so we weren't a bunch of idiots. Plus, I had learned a lot from my counseling experience in the past, and I wasn't gonna let myself get back into a situation like that again, and I think, given that fact, it made my summer a LOT BETTER, since: 1. I had learned what NOT to do when it comes to PARTYING. That also means WHERE, erm 2. I hadn't gotten to party with my friends for a good 4 month or so time period since I was on counseling and everything, so it just made it so much more fun. I also was getting really sick of the fact that all I did was complain about how much I hated myself in all of my other songs. See, I don't say "I'm awesome" or anything in this song, but the point is, I *felt* awesome, and I was really enjoying how things were working out for me. TL;DR best summer ever, I had a lot of fun, and my life started looking much better. This explains the "I love my life" ending, lol. **LYRICS** I remember times of sadness by myself in my own skin God damn it i was so uncomfortable Upon inspection self reflection though alright in its direction It's (self) correction: repetative, and redundant at its best My songs tend to be parallel and meaning the same things Will i ever mix it up a bit and stop it with this shit? Life is way too great to spend it writing sappy songs About how i don't like myself and i'm a bitch Listen here, to what i have to say You're important in every single way Life is tough at times, and that's just how it is Spend the rest of your life better day after day Everyone is talkin' 'bout the snow And I'm already thinkin' how much fun I'm gonna have this summer Late car rides with music blasting, Screaming at the kids we're passing, Laughing hard and reminiscing Oh my fucking god All my friends come back from college, My summer job starts; I got a full wallet! Drink too much! Shit! Oh, I gotta vomit! PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! But that's not the point of why I like summer My friends are just back so it's a lot funner So guys, come on let's go! Listen here, to what i have to say You're important in every single way Life is tough at times, and that's just how it is Spend the rest of your life better day after day I love my life x999999 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 11: Snow Blow **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** After summer ended, a lot of my friends left for college. Y'know, the friends I grew closer and closer with in the summer. It wasn't so bad at first in the early stages of fall and all because I could still hang out with my other friends that stayed back home to just go to community college because they don't know what else to do with their lives either, like myself, but then, something horrible happened. Winter came, and it came BUCKETS. It's been snowing, icing, sleeting, and jizzing so much around here that even though a lot of my friends are still around and stuff I couldn't fucking hang out with them because the roads were so bad. And I still can't fucking drive. So, without the powerful mental, emotioal, and party driven backing of my best friends, I once again began to manifest feelings of inadequacy and loneliness in myself. Also, in the beginning of the fall, end of the summer, I moved into a new house which is conveniently located like 100 feet from one of the slopes of my local ski-resort, Mountain Creek, and even when it wasn't snowing for everyone else in my county, it would still snow at my house, which only made me think of the loneliness of this winter even more because the snow is just a constant reminder that I am going to be staying inside, by myself, quite a bit. Of course, I still managed to see my friends at least once a week, but there would be countless days where I'd be sitting in the same place, doing the same thing, for hours and hours on end on my computer recording/playing videogames/jerking off. After a while, it just got redundant, and in comparison to how AMAZING the summer was, it just felt really, really shitty. **LYRICS** I don't like myself at times more often than I'd like My eyes are focused on the mirror and my feet are stuck right where they are. Inside myself my thoughts are caught and locked and I can't stop to tell That it's alright and that's just life but hell I guess I'm doing fine Can't I just stop for a minute and appreciate what's great? There's nothing worse in life, and I know, than putting yourself down. So cut it out. Just cut it out. x2 EPIC GUITAR SHREDDAGE Let the snow keep me home as I stay inside! I'll never get used to stuff like this! ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 12: Pesky Little Problems **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this song during the same, awful winter that I described in the info of the last song. I wanted it to be warmer. I wanted a girlfriend. I felt lonely, sad, self loathing, regretful, remorseful, etc etc etc. I just didn't feel very good. I kept trying to get myself to like girls and stuff that I knew deep down I wasn't interested in to satisfy my own selfish needs of wanting to make basic human connections with people of the opposite sex and it only ever ended up with me hurting said girl and hating myself. **LYRICS** I don't love anyone and it's quite hard 'Cause I want to love someone But I don't even like anyone No, I don't even like anyone I wish that I loved somebody but it's quite hard, When I don't even love myself And I don't even like myself. I wish I didn't care enough to make the air around more pleasant to breath. I guess, that life is just fair, 'cause I've not been the best, if you couldn't see I wish I loved someone x4 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 13: The Cogs Are Spinnin' **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** In my local music scene, we have 2 genres of music. Well, one of them technically isn't in *my* local scene, since it's in Warwick, NY, and I'm from NJ, but fuck you, it's only like 20 minutes away. Those genres are Hardcore, which is from my area, unfortunately, and Ska, which is from the Warwick area. I'll start this off by saying that I actually like the Warwick kids. The scene where I'm from in Vernon, NJ fucking sucks. It's a bunch of HXC mosh warriors where music is a science where there's a formula to creating "songs" that usually goes something like this: CHUGGA CHUGGA DUNNGE DUNGE(crowd chant) CHUGGA CHUGGA DUNNGE DUNGE (something offensive) (ride hit) (breakdown) (crash bass snare) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) Fuck that. Music isn't a fucking popularity contest. Well, it is for some people, but fuck all of those people, asses. This song is about my music scene and I can't stand how they are doing the same thing that every famous pop artists does with their music: they're writing songs with alterior motives, as in for reasons other than BECAUSE THEY'RE PASSIONATE ABOUT WRITING MUSIC. FUCK YOU. Basically, I take pride in knowing that I'm not "one of them", and though it may be conceited, I'm still grateful I'm at least not a COMPLETE fucking toolbag, and that's why it sounds like such a happy song, and not an angry or sad one instead, as I'm rejoicing in the fact that I'm not a puppet like a lot of people in the music industry appear to be. **LYRICS** These days all they care about is Am i on the top? Can i walk the walk? Am i good enough? It's sobering to think that they're all the same! (they're all the [email protected]) I don't know why i even try sometimes when i see these kids lie To the faces of their "so called fans" I hope they try to make things right Instead they're just assembly lines To make fake tracks on demand It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! It's all the same! It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! Never thought i would be singing to a mic about how i don't like the sight of fights that happen every night and i don't wanna be the meanest in the scene i'm but a teen and i believe my morals didn't lead me to be a marine Mm i being clear? Some things are not as they appear. Being mad at your dad for not raising you right, That's no reason for a beating at a show friday night. Despite the blight you're alright (despite the blight you're alright) Despite the blight you're alright (despite the blight you're alright) For you it's not about the music No, it's all about the sound The crowds and clothes that you have now You wanna fucking run this town Is this how things go down? Is this really how things go down? I'm sick of all this bullshit yes i'm sick of working hard On songs i poured my soul into that you so easily discard. When will you stop this act? or did i over react? It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! It's all the same! It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! ------------------------------------------------------------ AND THAT'S IT! If you actually read all the way to the bottom, you're a real hero, and I guess that means you enjoyed the album enough to read up on it. Cheers to you, sir, or ma'am. I've spent the past 4 hours typing this shit up, so I hope it was worth it and at least 1 or 2 people actually look at this thing. I hope you all enjoy how I evolved as a musician as the album progressed and everything, given that it was in chronological order and all. I love you all, very, very much. Had it not been for all of the support I've gotten, I don't think I would've ever released this album. Finally, here's a shout out to everyone that I care about that helped me through everything and anything (in no particular order): Mom Molly Pablo Katia Abby Dody Nolan Brielle Kyle Mark A. Mark P. Nick Nieves Nate Eric John Paul S Alec Joe Eduardo Paul F Mike L Nadia APD Nick C Orion Genevieve Kara Isabella Vicki Shannon Lacey Anna Dana Carianne Cheska Gabby Mare Jen Amanda Jeremy Kayla Antonio Tom Zoe Jusin Jon Sam And I'd like to take this moment to thank Jeff Rosenstock, even though it's not like he's my best friend or a close family member or anything. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have started writing my own music either. Thank you. Thank you very much, Jeff. If you're not sure the name I listed is yours, it probably is. If you THINK it is, it PROBABLY is. Just an FYI. I love you all.

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19. Mouths Full Of Candy!

  • Published: 2011-02-08T20:21:05Z
  • By mrevaaaaa
Mouths Full Of Candy!

***!!!SUPER AWESOME INSTRUCTIONAL/INFORMATIONAL TEXT DOCUMENT FOR DOG DAYS!!!*** ***BRIEF SUMMARY*** Hey there dudes and dudettes! CONGRATULATIONS! My name is Tom Brennan, a.k.a. Mrevaaaaa (not MISTER eva, but pronounced mirreeeevaah), and you've download my album DOG DAYS (LOL)! First off, I'd like to say Thank you for downloading this, unless you bought it from me at the show, and if that's the case then I'd like to apologize that you had to spend money on it (since spending money is lame, c'mon). This album is in order of what date I wrote each track on (excluding the first one, since it's an intro track) since I wanted people to see how I evolved since the first song I ever wrote (which was Mouths Full Of Candy). I titled it "Dog Days" because during the summer of 2010 I had the best time of my life with the greatest friends I'll probably ever have. I also titled it "Dog Days" because my friends and I have a website called "Dogs Of The Internet" based off of our skype chat name that we've all been in for YEARS (yes, I'm being serious, son) called "dogs". My friends are my dogs, and I love my dogs very much. I give shout outs to all of my dogs, as well as many other supportive people and people that are very close to me, at the bottom of this LONG-ASS text document. I hope you all enjoy this album as much as I enjoyed making it. ***INSTRUCTIONS, I SUPPOSE. LOL*** As you may or may not already have seen, there's multiple pictures for album art inside this here ZIP you got from me (as well as my album, and this text document), so you can pick whichever one you want to show up for "Dog Days" in your mediaplayer. To do this, put the picture that you want inside the same folder as the songs of the album, "Dog Days", and add it to your media library. I know this works with Winamp, and most other media players should work the same way (I think, lol). ------------------------------------------------------------ ***LYRICS/SONG MEANINGS AND SHIT*** ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 1: The Listening Pillow **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Originally, I was going to title this album "The Listening Pillow" because every single recording I've ever done, since the very beginning of me getting serious with music, has been recorded with my mic layed down on a pillow. Every single song I have ever released has been recorded into a pillow, while I sat on my bed, sweating up a motherfucking storm. Other than that, there's really not much to say about this song. I wanted an intro track (I also wanted an intro thing for shows and stuff, and I'm gonna be using an alternate version of this intro for that actually), and since I put the album in order of when I wrote it (from earliest, to most recent, as I said before), I put a few quiet clips of some miscellaneous songs I had (also in order of which I wrote them/covered them, doy) to put the emphasis on the fact that these songs were written over the course of a really long time (from the earliest song to the newest song it's nearly a full 2 years). Btw, I'm sorry I've been using parentheses like an asshole. I just don't know any other way to articulate my thoughts. The songs you hear in this one are (from first, to last): 1. Mistakes (Off of my first album, which was also ass.) 2. You Make Me... FUCKING SCREAM (Off of my second album, which was ass.) 3. Peter Cat REVISITED (Not on any album, just some song I released over tumblr one time. It was also a cover of the song PETER CAT on my first album) 4. Me, Myself, & The Moon (A cover of a song with the same title by a band called "The Drums", also not on an album) **LYRICS** There are no lyrics. Well, technically there's lyrics in the songs I have playing in the background, but there's no actual lyrics for the track itself. Fun fact: The entire track is in the key of C, that's including the songs in it and the track itself ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 2: Mouths Full Of Candy! (And Hearts Full Of Fire!) **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** This was the first song I ever wrote and recorded sometime in February of 2009. I recorded it while I was dating this girl, whom I'm still good friends with, and it was just the manifestation of all of the happiest feelings I had while dating her really I didn't really have any actual experience with music around this time, (This is one of the happiest songs I've ever written for this reason since I wasn't writing from what I was usually feeling, which is sadness, since I'm a sappy fuck). other than messing around in FL Studio 8 for a satirical rap group my friends & I had called "The Vernon Kings". Point is, I didn't really have an ear for it much at all, I just kind of fucked around til I got something that sounded cool. This song is SO OLD, in fact, that it's been recorded and released 3 seperate times (this being the last). The first time it was recorded with my Skype headset and released on my Myspace (lol), the second time it was recorded with my current microphone, the AT2020USB condenser mic, but at the time I recorded it I had no-fucking-clue what I was doing with the mic AND I recorded it into Audacity, which I no longer use (I use FL Studio now), and the THIRD and LAST time I recorded it with my AT2020USB condenser mic as well, but this time I actually knew what I was doing, and I actually wrote the second half of this song (from 1:47 onward) in the late months of 2010, since i needed to make it much longer (since it originally ENDED at around 1:47 originally), and then recorded it at around the same time. I figured I'd stick with the fun/happy/silly feeling of the song, which is why I complain about how I can't drive (I still can't, lol). **LYRICS** Player 1 insert coin. Player 2 insert coin. 1, 2, 1 2 3 4! Come on everybody, get off your seats and get on the dance floor! Pump it up! Make it louder! Here we go no! Okay, okay, okay NOW! Contrary, to popular belief I like all my time spent when it's just YOU AND ME! CAUSE, you're the best and you make me feel great! Can I take you to the movies I will pay for the date! We can see anything that you desire! WITH OUR MOUTHS FULL OF CANDY AND OUR HEARTS FULL OF FIRE! You're the best girl to me it doesn't matter what you do! And despite the situation I will always love you! WOO! Let's play a game just YOU AND ME! Two players that make the PERFECT TEAM! We'll WIN this can't you see! LET'S HAVE LOTS OF FUN TONIGHT, WEE! You make me feel like I'M FANTASTIC! As long as you remain my sidekick! BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH! WE ARE TWO ACTION FIGURES FIGHTING CRIME IN PLASTIC! It's about that time in the song where I mix it up--JUST A BIT! And I, do something, completely unexpected like a BASS SOLO! GET READY FOR IT! (I don't want to write the lyrics for that part, it's too silly) (bass solo) WELL I JUST WANNA TAKE YOU ON A DATE! I'LL PICK YOU UP AT SIX I WON'T BE LATE! (lol it's funny because I couldn't drive when I wrote this and I STILL can't drive, and I'm 18) But there's one thing that I should tell you, and it makes me want to cry. It's something I'm quiiite ashamed of, and it's that I still can't drive. I can't drive x2 (he can't drive) x2 But don't give up just yet because the future still looks bright! Although I cannot drive, in time, I really think I might! I know I'm not that manly and I'm sure this doesn't help, But listen here I've got so much love so listen when I yell! THAT I TRY! x1,000,000,000 (he's really really tryin' tonight) ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 3: Like You **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** This was the first REAL song I wrote, in my opinion. It was the first time I had written a song with chords on a guitar and recorded it (the first recording was much worse). I wrote it after breaking up with the girlfriend I wrote the first track about, and since I had dated her for 4 years and I was 17 when I broke up (do that math, I had just turned 13 when we started dating, so that's a pretty huge part of my life), it was really hard being single. Also, I had been suspended from school because I went in drunk one night, which turned into a nightmare where I ended up having to go to a treatment center 3 days a week for 3 hours a dayin the "Abusers" program. Long story short, I learned a lot about myself while I was there, but regardless, the first week I was suspended for (which was the week after I went to school drunk) I was also grounded, and single, therefor it was the loneliest I had ever been. I really hated how repetative it was, so when I re-recoreded it for this album, I ended up writing a little bit extra, which is everything before the first "I don't know what I'm doing at all" part of the song. Tbh, I kind of like the old one better, but I've realized everything isn't going to come out perfect. TL;DR really personal shit, try and not judge me. Whether you'd like to believe it or not, I've changed quite a bit since then. **LYRICS** Now, I didn't mean to fall so hard to the ground. Is it safe to say that I'll find my way? And I'm full of hate, I'm so full of hate And I don't know what I'm doing at all. I'm living in this world alone (so cold) and nowhere feels like home tonight. I just need someone to talk to like you, and I just need someone to talk to you like you. And it's sad to know, that we can't go back in time And it's sad to know, that the mornings a fucking sign That we fucked up, and it's true, that there's nothing that we can do Except lie to ourselves, one last time, and say we're all good and that we're fiiiiine And I don't know what I'm doing at all. I'm living in this world alone (so cold) and nowhere feels like home tonight. I just need someone to talk to like you, and I just need someone to talk to you like you. (like you) But you're not there. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 4: Attention! **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this track when I had a crush on this girl in early February of 2010 that I ended up dating and I wasn't sure if she liked me back even though we chilled and stuff at the time (And at the TIME, she DID like me, I just didn't think she did. I know, real simple teenage shit, right?) and this was a silly way for me to say how I basically felt like a big bitch for relying on girls validating my feelings for me to feel happy. It was originally a really shitty acoustic song of the same length (this track is only like :30 seconds) with a lot of reverb on it because, for some reason, I thought reverb made everything sound good. For this album, I re-recorded it with my electric guitar and bass, accompanied by some synths from FL studio as well as some drum beats and shit to make it sound funky. I think it still gets the point across. **LYRICS** I hate my need for female attention. Loving, crushing, heart breaking; it's not too good for my self-esteem, And in time, maybe I will grow some balls, But for now I'm just some big man bitch with not too much goin' for me at all. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 5: Alive **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** During the early states of my relationship with this girl in late February of 2010 (yes, the same girl I had a crush on in early February 2010, I didn't know her very well and I was still obviously very insecure and since I liked her so much and I was so excited to be in a relationship again, each waking moment where she wasn't talking to me I was obsessing over whether or not she liked me or not and all this bullshit and it made me feel awful and there'd be days where we were supposed to hang out and she'd cancel last minute and I'd have gotten my hopes up so I'd get all sad. Basically, it was a bunch of stupid shit and I still didn't know how to deal with myself at the time and I was home alone a lot around this time period (and I was also still recovering from the embarrassing incident that got me into counseling). This was a real rough time, whether it was petty problems or not. I wrote this song over the course of like, a few months (I recorded the final version in July of 2010 and wrote it originally in late February and it was also a much shorter version) and I finished writing it in July, and by then I was single again and realized that things get better and I got EXCEPTIONALLY close with my friends from my original highscool in Vernon, NJ, which led the end of the song to be kind of "hopeful" yet "sad". I also didn't do very good in school and realized I wasn't going to be going to any fancy colleges, so I felt bad for feeling like I let my mom down. I didn't really feel like I let myself down in this department only because I fucking hated school and I didn't really want to go to college anyway. Yeah, I'm so smart. At least I finished high school and I'm going to community college now, lol. **LYRICS** Taking naps on days where the past night I slept twelve hours, Sitting where I've always sat before The rest of my life sort of speaks for itself. Instead of moving out I'm staying in and making up for being dumb, and lazy, and fat, And besides that I just don't know what I'm gonna do I'm just a stupid little boy with a guitar and a mouth And I don't exactly have much else but, I still care. So I'll spend this time to mess around or do what some people call living your life, Because I'm alive I'm always crashing to the ground I always fight myself til I can't speak And then we push and push and push and push Persue, live and let live Taking something from myself and others I have got to give I've had trouble perceiving, but now I am believing I'll leave behind what's bleeding And patch these fucking wounds ooooh Reflections reflections in different directions I'm cross eyed and I can't see ahead Repairs and corrections and making decisions To break out this prision or rot here instead I'm not budging with faith and not moving with god I'm a rock sationary and stuck I've found myself book by book off the shelf I've been given the best of my luck But was far more than thaaaaaaaaat No no no no no x2 Well now I'm outta highschool and I've got 2 part time jobs Adulthoodm is calling my name It's kind of coming fast Growing up sorta sucks I don't have a girlfriend, I've been single for a while i've been left alone to deal with myself A hug would be nice! But it's okay if you don't! I gotta deal with my codependencies and learn more about myself and me and once I'm done with that, I might be alright With that and mind and my goals have been said I'll do what some people call living your life Because I'm alive 1,2,3,4 WOOAH! I hope this never endsx1,000,000 No! ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 6: Supperhappy! **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Firstly, I'd like to say this: Ahahaahahahahahahhahahaahhahahahhahahahhahahahhahaaaahah. Okay, let's get real here. I wrote this song during the best stages of my relationship with the girl I ended up dating in February 2010 that I mentioned in the descriptions of the other songs, and it is effectively the happiest thing I've ever written (besides "Mouths Full of Candy", of course). Although I this song isn't relevant to my life anymore (as in I am, what most people would describe as "Over it". i.e. fuq dat shit) I still really liked how it came out and all of the feelings I expressed in this song were still all very genuine, especially the ending (although in retrospect, had I known that life can be okay when you're not dating someone THEN like I do NOW, I might have written different lyrics LOL) **LYRICS** I wanna throw my cellphone at the wall, and kick my desktop til it breaks. I wanna run, run, run, real far away to some place I can't communicate, But I won't, cause then I couldn't talk to you and that would suck! I wanna write a book about my life! THREE PAGES FULL OF SHIT! As in depth as a childrens book, I could probably go without it! So I will! But I'll still think about what the illustrations would look like! Badadadadadadadax1,000,000,000 I'll write you a letter cause it feels good When I put my pen to paper I'm not poet, I just like writing! Stroke after stroke, word after word! (lol i always think of wieners here, not pens) I'm feeling awesome and I hope it's mutual cause I think you're awesome! Can we be awesome together? Badadadadadadadax1,000,000,000 Childrens books aren't hard to read! I wear my heart out on my sleeve! I'm sorry if I talk too much-- You seem to like it cause you're still here! I've ran away from myself before and it's not fun, but you're so COOL and you're so GREAT and you MAKE ME FEEL SO HAPPY you're so COOL and you're so GREAT Do you wanna run away with me? Do you wanna run away with meeEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee? I thought I'D seen pretty, until I saw you (as in, hubbah hubbah) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I'D felt comfort, until I felt you (also as in, hubbah hubbah) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I knew happiness, until I knew you (as in, I-was-obviously-really-codependent when I wrote this song) You've redefined that word for me. I thought I had purpose, until I had you (as in WOW HOW PATHETIC) You've redefined that word for me, too. And a single, angsty teenage tear is shed. ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 7: 1499 Days **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** Remember that girl I started dating in February? Well, if you've come this far, I'm sure as hell you do. I ended up really falling for this girl. Like, REALLY falling for her. I felt like my idea of what being in love with someone had changed and I just felt so amazing. She ended up dumping me and I was really broken up about it. I wanted to blame the fact that, for nearly a quarter of my life, I was in a relationship with this girl (from the time I had just turned 13, on October 1st, and for a grand total of 1499 days after that), and I felt that it indirectly made me really codependent because I never really learned how to just deal with myself and not have someone to talk to about it. I felt like a piece of shit and I wish I wasn't so codependent. The monolauge in the beginning was something I wrote by hand one day when I was really hating myself. I don't really want you to be able to understand it. **LYRICS** I don't remember what it's like to be happy alone. Countless hours on my bed I spend here at home If only I could be 13 again, I wouldn't need somebody else! x2 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 8: Myself In The 4th Dimension (Hint: The 4th dimension is time, teehee) **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this song one day when I was really hating myself and didn't know how to properly express it without looking even sappier than I already am, so I wrote a song that sounded really happy/kind of nostalgiac too, I suppose, and sang my self-loathing poetry to it. With some autotune in the beginning. I'm sorry. **LYRICS** If I could go back in time and talk to myself, I'd probably not believe what I had to say. I'd probably assume I was lying even though I would be trying to make sure I don't turn out this way I've I could go back in time and fight with myself, I'd probably lose but I'd still wonder why I am such an asshole now. How did I end up such a terrible guuuy-oh badadadax1,000,000 If I could go back in time and deal with myself, there's no doubt that I would just want to fucking die and if there's someone that I have a problem with It would be me myself and fucking IIII-Oh And I wish that I knew why! I suck so much, yeah, I I wish that I knew why I suck so much I suck so fucking much ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 9: Hey, what's up? **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I know this is kind of anticlimactic, but here's how writing this song went: I was strumming around on my acoustic and just sort of saying random things until I found something that sounded good, which ended up being a simple "Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a long, long time (well at least it feels that way)" with the C, G, F chord progression (all bar chords), and I just sort of went from there. This song was basically me just jamming out and having fun. I'm sorry it isn't really about someone, if you were hoping it was, and I'm sorry if you found yourself "relating" to this song at all. Hey, just cause it's not exactly relevant to my life doesn't mean it can't be for you! **LYRICS** Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a long, long time. (Well, at least it feels that way) Hey, what's up? What's new? I've missed you. I haven't seen you in a while! (It feels like it's been so long!) Listen to the minors I play I'm only trying to paly what sounds right ba ba ba ba badadadada ba x1,000,000 I've missed you x1,000,000,000,000 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 10: Summer **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** The summer of 2010 was the summer I found myself more than any of the past ones. It was the first summer where I was single, and the 2nd album my friends and I were drinking and smoking and the like, except this time we hadn't *just* started, so we weren't a bunch of idiots. Plus, I had learned a lot from my counseling experience in the past, and I wasn't gonna let myself get back into a situation like that again, and I think, given that fact, it made my summer a LOT BETTER, since: 1. I had learned what NOT to do when it comes to PARTYING. That also means WHERE, erm 2. I hadn't gotten to party with my friends for a good 4 month or so time period since I was on counseling and everything, so it just made it so much more fun. I also was getting really sick of the fact that all I did was complain about how much I hated myself in all of my other songs. See, I don't say "I'm awesome" or anything in this song, but the point is, I *felt* awesome, and I was really enjoying how things were working out for me. TL;DR best summer ever, I had a lot of fun, and my life started looking much better. This explains the "I love my life" ending, lol. **LYRICS** I remember times of sadness by myself in my own skin God damn it i was so uncomfortable Upon inspection self reflection though alright in its direction It's (self) correction: repetative, and redundant at its best My songs tend to be parallel and meaning the same things Will i ever mix it up a bit and stop it with this shit? Life is way too great to spend it writing sappy songs About how i don't like myself and i'm a bitch Listen here, to what i have to say You're important in every single way Life is tough at times, and that's just how it is Spend the rest of your life better day after day Everyone is talkin' 'bout the snow And I'm already thinkin' how much fun I'm gonna have this summer Late car rides with music blasting, Screaming at the kids we're passing, Laughing hard and reminiscing Oh my fucking god All my friends come back from college, My summer job starts; I got a full wallet! Drink too much! Shit! Oh, I gotta vomit! PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! But that's not the point of why I like summer My friends are just back so it's a lot funner So guys, come on let's go! Listen here, to what i have to say You're important in every single way Life is tough at times, and that's just how it is Spend the rest of your life better day after day I love my life x999999 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 11: Snow Blow **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** After summer ended, a lot of my friends left for college. Y'know, the friends I grew closer and closer with in the summer. It wasn't so bad at first in the early stages of fall and all because I could still hang out with my other friends that stayed back home to just go to community college because they don't know what else to do with their lives either, like myself, but then, something horrible happened. Winter came, and it came BUCKETS. It's been snowing, icing, sleeting, and jizzing so much around here that even though a lot of my friends are still around and stuff I couldn't fucking hang out with them because the roads were so bad. And I still can't fucking drive. So, without the powerful mental, emotioal, and party driven backing of my best friends, I once again began to manifest feelings of inadequacy and loneliness in myself. Also, in the beginning of the fall, end of the summer, I moved into a new house which is conveniently located like 100 feet from one of the slopes of my local ski-resort, Mountain Creek, and even when it wasn't snowing for everyone else in my county, it would still snow at my house, which only made me think of the loneliness of this winter even more because the snow is just a constant reminder that I am going to be staying inside, by myself, quite a bit. Of course, I still managed to see my friends at least once a week, but there would be countless days where I'd be sitting in the same place, doing the same thing, for hours and hours on end on my computer recording/playing videogames/jerking off. After a while, it just got redundant, and in comparison to how AMAZING the summer was, it just felt really, really shitty. **LYRICS** I don't like myself at times more often than I'd like My eyes are focused on the mirror and my feet are stuck right where they are. Inside myself my thoughts are caught and locked and I can't stop to tell That it's alright and that's just life but hell I guess I'm doing fine Can't I just stop for a minute and appreciate what's great? There's nothing worse in life, and I know, than putting yourself down. So cut it out. Just cut it out. x2 EPIC GUITAR SHREDDAGE Let the snow keep me home as I stay inside! I'll never get used to stuff like this! ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 12: Pesky Little Problems **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** I wrote this song during the same, awful winter that I described in the info of the last song. I wanted it to be warmer. I wanted a girlfriend. I felt lonely, sad, self loathing, regretful, remorseful, etc etc etc. I just didn't feel very good. I kept trying to get myself to like girls and stuff that I knew deep down I wasn't interested in to satisfy my own selfish needs of wanting to make basic human connections with people of the opposite sex and it only ever ended up with me hurting said girl and hating myself. **LYRICS** I don't love anyone and it's quite hard 'Cause I want to love someone But I don't even like anyone No, I don't even like anyone I wish that I loved somebody but it's quite hard, When I don't even love myself And I don't even like myself. I wish I didn't care enough to make the air around more pleasant to breath. I guess, that life is just fair, 'cause I've not been the best, if you couldn't see I wish I loved someone x4 ------------------------------------------------------------ Track 13: The Cogs Are Spinnin' **SONG MEANING/EXPLANATION** In my local music scene, we have 2 genres of music. Well, one of them technically isn't in *my* local scene, since it's in Warwick, NY, and I'm from NJ, but fuck you, it's only like 20 minutes away. Those genres are Hardcore, which is from my area, unfortunately, and Ska, which is from the Warwick area. I'll start this off by saying that I actually like the Warwick kids. The scene where I'm from in Vernon, NJ fucking sucks. It's a bunch of HXC mosh warriors where music is a science where there's a formula to creating "songs" that usually goes something like this: CHUGGA CHUGGA DUNNGE DUNGE(crowd chant) CHUGGA CHUGGA DUNNGE DUNGE (something offensive) (ride hit) (breakdown) (crash bass snare) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) (breakdown) Fuck that. Music isn't a fucking popularity contest. Well, it is for some people, but fuck all of those people, asses. This song is about my music scene and I can't stand how they are doing the same thing that every famous pop artists does with their music: they're writing songs with alterior motives, as in for reasons other than BECAUSE THEY'RE PASSIONATE ABOUT WRITING MUSIC. FUCK YOU. Basically, I take pride in knowing that I'm not "one of them", and though it may be conceited, I'm still grateful I'm at least not a COMPLETE fucking toolbag, and that's why it sounds like such a happy song, and not an angry or sad one instead, as I'm rejoicing in the fact that I'm not a puppet like a lot of people in the music industry appear to be. **LYRICS** These days all they care about is Am i on the top? Can i walk the walk? Am i good enough? It's sobering to think that they're all the same! (they're all the [email protected]) I don't know why i even try sometimes when i see these kids lie To the faces of their "so called fans" I hope they try to make things right Instead they're just assembly lines To make fake tracks on demand It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! It's all the same! It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! Never thought i would be singing to a mic about how i don't like the sight of fights that happen every night and i don't wanna be the meanest in the scene i'm but a teen and i believe my morals didn't lead me to be a marine Mm i being clear? Some things are not as they appear. Being mad at your dad for not raising you right, That's no reason for a beating at a show friday night. Despite the blight you're alright (despite the blight you're alright) Despite the blight you're alright (despite the blight you're alright) For you it's not about the music No, it's all about the sound The crowds and clothes that you have now You wanna fucking run this town Is this how things go down? Is this really how things go down? I'm sick of all this bullshit yes i'm sick of working hard On songs i poured my soul into that you so easily discard. When will you stop this act? or did i over react? It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! It's all the same! It's all the same! Like clockwork! Like clockwork! ------------------------------------------------------------ AND THAT'S IT! If you actually read all the way to the bottom, you're a real hero, and I guess that means you enjoyed the album enough to read up on it. Cheers to you, sir, or ma'am. I've spent the past 4 hours typing this shit up, so I hope it was worth it and at least 1 or 2 people actually look at this thing. I hope you all enjoy how I evolved as a musician as the album progressed and everything, given that it was in chronological order and all. I love you all, very, very much. Had it not been for all of the support I've gotten, I don't think I would've ever released this album. Finally, here's a shout out to everyone that I care about that helped me through everything and anything (in no particular order): Mom Molly Pablo Katia Abby Dody Nolan Brielle Kyle Mark A. Mark P. Nick Nieves Nate Eric John Paul S Alec Joe Eduardo Paul F Mike L Nadia APD Nick C Orion Genevieve Kara Isabella Vicki Shannon Lacey Anna Dana Carianne Cheska Gabby Mare Jen Amanda Jeremy Kayla Antonio Tom Zoe Jusin Jon Sam And I'd like to take this moment to thank Jeff Rosenstock, even though it's not like he's my best friend or a close family member or anything. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have started writing my own music either. Thank you. Thank you very much, Jeff. If you're not sure the name I listed is yours, it probably is. If you THINK it is, it PROBABLY is. Just an FYI. I love you all.

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