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Release and Pressure
03:05
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So imposition and pain
Or is it something else
The mind
The space
The hum
It's all the same (The hum)
It's all the same (The hum)
Neural network
The hum
Neural network
Pressure Release
Release and Pressure
Release and Pressure
No I'm not dead
Pressure Release
And all the while
Grey's bleed to black
Recessed lights
Stylized nooses
Strip lights
Wire hung
Hanging instructively
Seductively
Shrimp and whispers
He would never stop
All the time
Pressure Release
Medications
Time
Pressure
Release and Pressure
Pressure Release
They look so different
But not so neat
Blue hairs navigate parking lots
Blue hairs navigate parking lots
Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs
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2. |
Blue hides the terror
02:14
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Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
Blue hides the terror.
The heart like a sky with a hole in it.
In it
In it
Love wounds terrible sky
Blue hides the terror behind
Terror me
Love wounds
Terror me
Love wounds
Build a Babel Tower
Babel Tower
Iron Maiden
Turn everything upside down
Turn it round and round
Everything falls down
Terror me
Love disfigures
You give yourself to another
Wonder over time
Why do all things atrophy
All things die
Love
Terror me
Love Will
An ache that grinds on the bone
Tooth whittled down
Like a terror
Love me
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3. |
Mail it in
02:15
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Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
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4. |
Autonomic
02:23
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Autonomic
by Andrew Thomas Jacobs
All is mystery
Mystery
Folly hound folly fool folly hand
Horses at the break of day
Wild horses
How many I couldn't say
Certainly more that fifty
More than a hundred
Male with his bloodshot eyes stamping and quivering
Drawing his line in the sand at the tree line
We stared across that forest
That forest opening
His nostrils flare and he lifted his head
Slightly towards me
Slightly towards me
Lifting my head slightly towards him and he said
"and the young males dawdled round"
"dawdled round" and stamping their feet.
Young males dawdled round and so who am I
Head and I Am's in the sky
Don't fit in
Out of range
Autonomic
Don't get in my way
What am I
Electro-chemical
Impulse in
Now I turn my head to the left
Come on body fail me now
Come on body fail me now
Come on body fail me now
Impulse/Resist
Impulse/Resist
Impulse/Resist
My back teeth bleed with desire
Like fine grit
Broken shards of hot blood like glass
Like candy hard and brittle in my throat
My throat
Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs
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5. |
Remake the Stars
03:48
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Remake the Stars
The impulse and desire
To see the funeral pyre
There shoulda been a ship burning out on the waters out to sea
Instead of ashes in this little box you see
Shoulda, coulda, woulda
We made the stars
The lathe and the press
The rock and the rail
The world just gets older and stale
People die
In this jail
The impulse and desire
To see the funeral pyre
There shoulda been a ship burning out at sea
Instead of ashes in this little box you see
Terrible time
Dead dictionaries and
Rotten self-rituals and
Half-truths and lies
You assume an awful lot
Do you really know that much
The clock is still broken but
You want to argue about the time
Too late
Too late
Shoulda, coulda, woulda
We made the stars
Shoulda, coulda, woulda
Remake the stars
The lathe and the press
The rock and the rail
The world just gets older and stale
People die
In this jail
Carry my bones down to the sea and
Bury them behind where I used to be
Among the dunes and the sea
Carry my bones down to the sea and
Bury them behind where I used to be
Among the dunes and the sea, and the sea
Carry my bones down to the sea
Bury them behind where I used to be
Among the dunes and the sea
Among the dunes and the sea and
Bury them behind where I used to be
Carry my bones
Carry my bones
Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
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6. |
Get on Back
04:03
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Get on Back
Get on back to Vietnam
Chickamauga
Bunker Hill
Add a little thing we called it
Which war are we fighting for
I don't think I'll get enough
Which war are we fighting for (repeat)
Oh we sure do like our bombs
Like a mountain
Get on back
Get on back to Korea
This is just for you
We gonna lick the Hun
Too damn hard to hump back to Verdun
Make a stand
We love our bombs
At Belleau Wood
15,000'
We sure do like our bombs
Which war are we
Fighting for are we (repeat)
Get on back
Get on back to Korea
We gonna lick the Hun
Come on back to Verdun
Make a stand
At Belleau Wood
We like our bombs
They fulfill us
"He's brilliant but dangerous"
"Whether or not to launch nuclear missiles
on the basis of ambiguous warning"
We like our bombs
They fulfill us
Death from above
Mediated by the T V screen
"... People have now
This was a tragic blunder, that they were in the middle
of a catastrophe"
Death
This break is followed by more music...
Sampled Henry Kissinger and Presidents whining, cajoling pounding the lectern and Thanh Mai.
Closing lyrics.
Back to Vietnam (repeat)
Over again
Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
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7. |
Discordia
03:11
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Discordia
they smell like it
they look like it
they feel like it
they run like it now
and brittle dry
they smell like it man
drying skull and
thumbs in the hole and
septum shatters
dry cloud
( Guitar Break )
the land is brown
trees are dead
the fickle crown around his head
the crown rolls around
is left unfound
the dying king and the dying land
dying land
dying land
from the urinal to the grave
from the urinal to the grave
I am that I am
that I am ( Repeat )
I am ( Repeat )
Lyrics: Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
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8. |
Black Water for the Soul
03:15
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Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
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Sensual Suzerain
02:04
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Sensual Suzerain by Andrew Thomas Jacobs.
Snapping in the breeze
Snapping in the breeze
Sensual Suzerain
Oh the streets of Latakia
Love'em
Hang'em
Hold'em
Civil war
Nothing more ugly than civil war
On the streets of Latakia
Sensual Suzerain
To the beach
To the city that has no name
To the city that has no name
Who's not here
And yet its close
Yet its far
Mystery
Receding as we draw near
But here we are
My mind
This world
Streets of Latakia
To the beach
City with no name
My mind
This world
The sea
La mer
La mer
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10. |
Arc Lights (live)
04:19
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Lyrics by Andrew Thomas Jacobs. The Border.
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Andrew Thomas Jacobs Portland, Oregon
Multi instrumentalist, vocalist, interdisciplinary artist and proud member of the Navajo Nation. I have abiding interest in surrealism and surrealistic expression. Stream of consciousness, automatic writing and oblique strategies. Play all the instruments if I can. Thank you and enjoy. ... more
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