prototype
by kurt vee
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jesus got the goat.
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credits
released 15 July 2011
recorded by phillip davison (2011) @ sounddesign enterprises. all songs unfinished.
recorded by phillip davison (2011) @ sounddesign enterprises. all songs unfinished.
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- Track Name: jesus got the goat.
- jesusgotthegoat: cheerful and cheap, scream humility. it seems weve lost some ground found crawling round on all four. straight shot to the knee. call me out, call me out sugar. and say it, a friend yup. burn it all up, burn it all down, sugar. set it to flame, do it the same. set it to fire. burn it all up, burn it all down, sugar. played it for keep and falling off again. it seems weve lost some ground. beat, broken out the back stair. pretty babe, i do insist to call me out, call me out sugar. were leading on like the days, the days. it come, it go. little fuck youre killing it now. screaming out like its new to you. threw it through. it do, it do. we stumble out that stair, kicking up dust. the blood, the vile, the puke, the piss, the shame. were thinking, oh god dont know, oh jesus dont know. its left to us to run and hide alone. it fall, uh oh. dont, dont. we try it all again. it gone, oh no. dont, dont. it turn its back again. done like done said it would do, wouldnt you?
- Track Name: the conveyor. the california yacht club.
- theconveyerthecaliforniayachtclub: reset destination for amnesty, absolve all wrong. all good on the slate job, no more nightmare. sleep like youre dead. and yea theres a mirror that reads aurevoir, weve had our fun. shoot off like some time warp to complacency, sit dear just stare. sad fool humming along. getting good gone. covered like a blanket, don’t see a thing. sick kids go home. Inaudible banter, some sweet relief, insult ago. quick, quiet courier back to the cacoon. safe, safe at home. it all could be different. sadly it seems, gods got no guts. sad fool humming along. get good gone.
- Track Name: my opus, my volumes, my books. goodbye, goodbye.
- myopusmyvolumesmybooksgoodbyegoodbye: flop like a fish. amazing displays. so much to discuss. fucking charade. got it now? or still trailing? got it now? its amazing. and now it comes back to start again. stop right there dear sir. the gates locked you cant leave. sit right tight its time you got time to think and think and think and… flop like a fish. neurotic displays. sleep while you talk and then it snaps you awake.
- Track Name: practice being fictional a while.
- practicebeingfictionalawhile: swear to god i wont pine or sink to lament on that smile darling. wont torture them ears nor indulge in regret, there aint time for it. kick, kick, kick, kick the impossible around the yard. no, no, no, not the introspect, it dont do with a head so low it goes, “oh my, who am i?” that’s a wrap on the trap, my memory set, it dont sit well and…ill get to getting and get the main exterior vent then kaboom with it. look to me a less degree of ineptitude, I dont see it no, no, no, now we redirect and explode with a head so low it goes, “oh my, who am i?”
