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about

Two ships traversed a flooded forest after several nights in a motel made of scrap metal. They searched for the man the locals had been accusing of stealing the street lights at night. The man they searched for believed that this was innovation, a way to see the sky more clearly, a way to find a path to the sea: where these boats actually belonged: along the boardwalk, the carousels, the dart games, and prizes for whining children.

“Are” became “Can’t” before “Want” could even need “Not” and then the words of these two ship captains became discharge papers and daily glasses of whole milk, but the one who designed this plan had nothing to swallow with, so “Is” just “Wasn't”, and there was a reptile in this fella, under his leaves, and they were damper than a dog. The fruit he offered was fictional and the captain with the zebra leg fell for it. The other captain binged on his nails, as in: not the living parts of him: the things he could garnish his meals with.

But the forest was still flooded and no one was doing anything about the sounds under the water. Everyone was just listening to jokes about their ancestors and pseudo-sop-sack-jazz that was JUST ABOUT in-time, JUST ALMOST THERE. These folks were waiting for Christmas presents, but they knew they would only get unpopulated cities tailor-made for them.

Then, a new man appeared made of thin, leaking fossils and gongs, and the lights returned, so long as the gong rang. The festival could now begin downtown. The vultures finally ascended from the flood. They returned to the desert, to their shoe-shines. The earth finally accepted the water in the absence of the vultures; the forest regained its true body. The two captains grew the salt back in their lungs and the seashells on their palms; they faded back to the sea as an archer with no name watched them go, knowing the plan he had for them had failed. He became mute. A reptile was in this man as well, laughing at his lack of communicative oxygen.

The forest became repopulated by butchers and banjo players with no calluses on their fingertips. They all owned defective cars and whistled at Dolly as she tore up trees by the roots to make holes for her to piss in. The smell drew the boat captains back to the forest, but they could not enter it now. They decided to create a sound loud enough to get rid of the forest entirely, to convince the butchers that radios and oils-rigs DID exist, and to be GONE FOR GOOD, and to learn the alphabet that their FAMILIES didn’t invent. It was just between their ears, but JUST ALMOST.

However, this still didn't explain the flood in the first place. Why would the earth reject rain? The captains looked for reasons by the shore and they found whistles and string disguised as splinters. They found a man made of spiders in a house made of sunken ships. They asked him where the chants were coming from and he told them: “the cage of fruit behind the house”. The captains went behind the house and this time they both fell for it.

Then, there was breeze and a cold serenity. A figure took them by the hands and led them to a barren prairie, all except for one house. They turned to ask the figure where they were but he was gone. They turned back to the house and it was gone as well. The wind began to sound like scissors and they felt the owner of the house breathing on every part of them until a screech, a low twang, and a helmet of discord woke them up like a sermon about vines and barbed-wire. They were under the forest briefly and were cleansed momentarily, but when they returned to the surface the reality of the cleansing, the acceptance of the rain, and the absence of the vultures hit them: the earth had taken all the water and the boats were now obsolete;

they were now unemployed captains.

credits

released October 31, 2014

Joe Satkowski: lead vox, backup vox, lyrics, megaphone

Seana Rovito: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, piano, upright bass, percussion, backup vox, lead vox, lyrics, toy piano, glockenspiel, clarinet, singing saw, tenor banjo, melodica, ocarina

Charlie Renzo: drums (track 20), percussion (track 4, 6,14,15) backup vox (tracks 1, 4, 19, 25) Lyrics (track 1 & 4)

Ryan Freid: lead guitar (track 15), harmonica (track 14)

recorded and mixed by Seana Rovito, except where noted

tracks 15, 20, and 30 mixed by Mitch Lieber

(all bonus tracks are not considered a part of the album as a whole and will not be included in any physical releases of the album)

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Track Name: A Night at the Katz Motel
And it's pathetic
And you're incessant

Cleanse the wound but disregard the preference

You're anesthetic
I'm apathetic
Clears the drain, but clogs up the septic

I wish you hadn't done that
(I wish I didn't do it)

There's no place like home
Track Name: Every Night, the Same Dream
The one who ate the lights
Always in the way
The floorboards creak and sway
and the windowpanes shatter

The one who ate the lights
The one that got away
Tucking your children in at night

The one who ate the lights
Look whose telling you your rights
Melodrama is the middle ground
Can this life truly be found?

The one who ate the lights
Wasn't their fault at all
They'll never know the pain
or what it is to fall

The one who ate the lights
Laughing at our plight
but it might just work

The one who ate the lights
not yet accountable for actions

We'll all have to pay for it in the end
Track Name: Sakon the Thief
I ain't a friend, I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh

My carriage
is made of wood

My horses are drawn and quartered
I will cater to your fastidious command
I'm not doing anything suspicious
because

I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid of a fool;
I am an innovator)

This back
will never carry the weight
I will always lose my place
I'll never be late
Did I mention that is one nice sword?
Can I see it for a second?

I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid I'm a foe)

I am sick
after lunchtime wine
If I encounter the divine
I promise to challenge
I would never lie to you
because

I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh
(I ain't afraid of a fool;
I am am an innovator)

I ain't a friend I'm a foe;
I am an enemy, oh.
Track Name: Ginger Ale
Pleasure
quantified
Propensity
Profit
Polyamorous

The boardwalk you dragged me on to
The time that we shared outside of the party
The rat poison made you walk funny
The planks that splattered your brain matter on the ferris wheel

Sooner or later you will realize that "the ride is not stopping;
You are going to die"

The hole in the beach
That took you down
Do not worry
Made sure it was deep enough
To muffle any sound
That will be produced
After you are buried
Track Name: The Architect Swallows His Tongue
-"Is" are:
because,
"Have" wants
"Can’t"
Track Name: I'm in the Ketchup
I'm in the ketchup
and alluding to my faucet

Rippling my arm over
the surface of their
Flat-Top bed in lagoon Junes

and the doll eye
breaks through
Glass that corrodes
my Cheetoes and
pluggins my brew

damping my cigarette
In the morning Dew
that brings the noses
of Roadkill and Housewives

breaking my fishing net
and scattering my ashes
on the Flock of Rocks

breaking on the bed
of badness and the
Brink of Sleep
Track Name: Curtain Call
Look at the boy
Look at the boy
comin' down the chimney

Look next to you
See whose on
The evening train
With you

A message
for the faint of heart
or weak stomachs
that go
on and on and on forever
on and on and on forever

Goodnight my friends
Goodnight my friends
Be well
I bid you a grand ol' farewell
and condemn you all to hell
condemn you all
to hell
condemn you all
to hell

Look at the boy
Look at the boy
Look at the boy
comin' down the chimney

Look at the boy
Look at the boy
Look at the boy
coming down the
chimney
Track Name: Gearhead
Taking
but not
talking

Waking
without
walking

Refuse the abuse
and return it to sender

Gearhead
Gearhead
Gearhead
Gearhead
Oh my little
Gearhead
What you've grown
to be
Gearhead
here for all to see
Gearhead
judge accordingly
Gearhead
Gearhead

Look at my inside
are they good enough
for you?
The city
is painted
and named
after you
You don't need a disguise
the way you look will do just fine

Gearhead
Gearhead
Gearhead
Gearhead
Oh my little
Gearhead
Gearhead
what you've grown to be
Gearhead
here for all to see
Gearhead
judge accordingly
Gearhead
Track Name: Stoopin' in my Tip-Taps
Stoop to my level
Come on down
See it unfold

Visit my family functions
but vacate the premises
Let it swallow you

Parading around
downtown
and visiting all your favorite stores

I watch you walk
but I have no time to talk
in passing moments
fractured by too much thought
I miss you

I hate you?
eternal scarring friend
We are separated as one

Stoop to my level
Come on down
See it unfold
Track Name: Our Ships, Are Two
My heart refrains
My heart refrains
My heart remains
My heart remains

Usable
or in use
for the rest
of my days

Apart from
or with you
I'd never forget you
I'd never forget you
I'd never forget you

You've been here
You've been here
far too long

Welcomes were overstayed

You
created
your
own
half
life

Examine what lies before you
Orient
populate
Orient
populate
Orient
populate

fulfill the spread of the new disease
Instruct me
allow me
to follow
because being with you makes me more hollow

My heart refrains
My heart refrains
My heart remains
My heart remains
My heart remains
Track Name: Clotted Sound
Help me to aim
I can taste it

Help me to aim
I can taste it

Help me to aim
I can taste it

You are mine
Instincts and conquest
Subsistence and nourishment

I don't have new ideas anymore
just old plans

It has been my frame of reference for some time now

Give me weapons
Survival is a cost, a debt that is not mine to pay

Use my senses against me
Betray me from the inside out

You can take me softly
When it falls into my mind, I eradicate blame and substitute myself

Torture requiring labor
our torsos
are encased in glass
and our veils are dark

Do anything in your power
but you can't
clear my throat
Track Name: "What Noise?"
the Inbred Lunatics in
the Heart of the Woods
are screaming bloody murder
for their Lost Idol

they no longer possess the ability
to question their Storm Drains
and Meat Cleavers

driving at midnight with no
headlights has become an impossibility
and it was just a Bad Idea to Begin With

we will probably never see them again.
Track Name: Splints
Understanding where I'll run
When I run

Understanding where I'll run
When I run
to be gone
for good

When I run
to be gone
for good

This little thing
is from me
to you

I hope you don't forget me

Seizing beneath me
Below the plates
shifting
shifting
shifting

Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Well that doesn't explain the start

Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Well that doesn't explain the start
explain the start
explain the start

Come on into the house
The lights are always on
and the water's warm
for you
for you

Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Well that doesn't explain the start
explain the start
explain the start

Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Oh then its all in my head?
Well that doesn't explain the start
explain the start
explain the start
explain the start
Track Name: The Spider Collector
A ride
with all the seats taken

A feast for the eyes
An untimely surprise

We meet our demise together

All your desires
will transpire
if you give them
long enough

Our timely plummet
met with our need to descend

Puts our beings
permanently on the mend

A horse with no carriage
or an animal with no master

Oh so easily captured
Track Name: Windshield
Complex
Serpentine
in posture

Unending
relentless

I cut my
Achilles tendon
and ran for you like I never thought I could

The entire time
Inching further from myself
Track Name: Umah Tharsis
Umah
Umah
Umah Tharsis
Track Name: Vacation Song
We're here
We've arrived

But, we're still waiting
Slap me on the cheek
or pinch me
For I must be dreaming

I can only be dreaming

I fell down today
but it was okay
because you were there
Thank You
Track Name: A Family Dinner
A father grunts
and throws a fresh pound
onto the slab.
The doors are locked. The walls are whispering.
The chairs are empty. Outside
a shrieking silence is building, the trees
are shedding and cementing
themselves to the planet
to the sounds of slaughtering
farmhands and innocence
perverted in the barn.
The beds are stale. The pillows are stained.
The chairs are empty. Everything
is coming down anvils and his head
is involuntarily shaven.
He is muttering to himself
and drawing the shower curtain. He is popping the bubbles,
sinking deeper; becoming undefined
in the darkness.
The sink is fluorescent. The floor is backwards.
The chairs are empty.
He is wandering on a barren
prairie looking for children without playgrounds
and a horse to drown.
He is dancing
with farmers daughters with murder on his breath
and choking himself with tumbleweeds. The weddings
in the middle of nowhere
and the funerals
down the road are roosters at midnight.
The weathervane
is lacerating his umbrella
with the laughter of his kin. The grass is the color of his stomach.
The wool has been singed and pulled. The pork more pure
than you or I. The sirens are his saviors.
The chairs are empty.
Track Name: Iggy's Basement
We mend together
We forget each other

We were never here at all
at all
at all
at all
at all

Oxygen as a catalyst
Never to be seen again
Never again
Never again
Never again
Never again

Sympathy falls apart upon further inspection

Would you help me
Until I fall apart?

Break
Fall
Step
Arrange
Track Name: This Time Wont be Different
My favorite thing to do is pretend that I don't exist
My hobbies include waiting
and counting blades of grass

The wishes that I have
are to tear the fabric of my flesh with a ball of wire
and to get a job

Discarded and
pretty lonely

Some ideation of loneliness
You know, like that
and also
like this package
that you told me to carry
for all these years

It was for you, but I opened it
All I found inside
were two syringes
and your earrings
the ones I liked

Get a job
Get a job
Get a job

Counting
Waiting
and counting

The wishes that I have
are to tear the fabric of my flesh with a ball of wire
and to get a job
get a job
get a job
get a job