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by Wecotah

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    It comes with a free hand drawn booklet.... unfortunately in digital form, but FORTUNATELY its super colorful!

     

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released December 24, 2013

thanks jake ur a dooder
thanks to sdery for mixing track 2

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Wecotah Middletown, Connecticut

I use Guitar-Pro 6, plus all of its plugins, to create the music.

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Track Name: The Brooklyn Blondie
What did you expect, the submissive scent of alcohol?
What did you expect to gain? I bit my tongue again and again
What were you doing in her basement in the first place?
The question of protection was quickly out of the question for you.
I’m leaving on my own decision

I drove in circles
Couldn’t find the lines
Aligned in the wrong way
Drove the long way home

Keep it to yourself; your ignorance sustained my blissful
Mind, your mind is slowly broken down there while I’m upstairs speculating
I’m leaving on my own decision
Track Name: The Junky
These days were spent wasted in a temperate time
He’s self-amused in the comfort of her arms

I dream in the segments of a time
Being in the center confined

Those were the days when your father was gone
You came of age in an interval at all

Dreaming in sequences of lines
Being all confused by the interlacing lights

Those were the days when your mother was gone
You came of age in an interval at all

I dream of your wasted winter eyes
She’s so confused I’m so wasted in her eyes
Track Name: The Meaning of the Try
Every time I try to find the passage to your life
A cordial carry waits to find a new character to act upon
This isn’t a question for you
The old satisfactions been misused

Steam powered tractors are coronary factors arrayed
Symmetrical features on your face are now rearranged
Joking of your broken heart braced before the cabin doors closed
The forecast of chemicals will never decompose

Preach chapters of disaster presented in a bi-color tone
Freewill blocks the entrances despite a forceful move

Try as I might, I never found the meaning of the try
With instinct as my guide, I never realized the why
This isn’t a question for you
The old satisfactions been misused

Steam powered tractors are coronary factors arrayed
Symmetrical features on your face are now rearranged
Joking of your broken heart braced before the cabin doors closed
The forecast of chemicals will never decompose
Track Name: The Interesting
I was very waiting for a ship to post a bail!
A way to play the interesting. Sailor set the monotone sail!

In the interest for the intermittent time, I sentenced her free
Immune to play the interesting. Play it to me.

I blew the forest right out of proportion
Flattening the tires to startle the motion.

Loosely lathered braids lost my eyes. I can’t make contact.
A little interference never hurt, to turn your back.

In the interest for the intermittent time, I sentenced her free
Immune to play the interesting. Play it to me.

I was very waiting for a ship to post a bail!
Track Name: The Lost
I've got a temperature
I've got a secret to set you off
I've sent a messenger
I've sent a seeker to save the lost

Caramelized my mind
Repolarized my sight
An echo to the pulses beating
Ringing in my ears

There's another world apart
There's a sequence to save the lost
There's a chance to hold our breath till we decay
Or any other way
Track Name: The Comeback
Parking the van on the pavement
Bask in the same damn song
Rattle the cage non-fiction

Rattle the cage non-fiction
I want to wade in your blouse
I want to be your floorboards
I want to feel when your down for the count

Strenuous exercise to be infatuated with at all
It was a stupid lack of talent left to master it at all

Follow the same precaution
I laugh at the same damn dog
Rattle the cage non-fiction
Track Name: The Nthst Cloud
I. Ella-Pants

Well hello there, Mrs. Ella-Pants
I see you taking control over again
And again I smile.
I’ll press my lips over your big
Trunk, yes she’s an elephant
Blue and white glass made so plumpingly fat
Self-inject her with the medicine
And burn her alive it’s a high from her ash
She bears it like a mother should
I see you taking control over me

Or was it my conscious mind?
I see you’ve taken control Mrs. Ella-Pants
Pants.

And so she was punctured beyond repair
I sang a song for her
A short song
Nothing special...

II. Butch Doggery

In some Boston square
I saw you take shelter in the rain.
But we had to use it
But she needed a warning, she prolonged the purchase
In some stone covered stairs
On the opposite pane of the glass
But we needed a tool
And she needed some nurturing, impending the torturing

Burn me Butch Doggery
Burn me Butch Doggery
And she’ll burn
For the fire has served me so well.

Every day of the year
I lived with you forever
But we had to use it
But we had no ID. “How powerful this bond could be.”
Stoned in the valley
On the greenest of grasses
But we needed some mercy, but we needed some mercy
From the everyday blues

Burn me Butch Doggery
Burn me Butch Doggery
And she’ll burn

III. King Kong

Pass the glass smokestack. There’s enough for two.
A little bit of shallow inspiration well it just won’t do.
Tipping the floor, she’s already gone,
Shattered her arm, its already broken.

IV. Polly

I awoke with blood on my hands,
A broken-bottled apartment with a hint of autumn air.
I pinched myself and Polly made me take
The purposeful exhale to shake the doubts of the day.
"Where have you gone polly?"

Before I fell asleep
In the sweat of my covered sheets
I pinched myself and Polly made me take
The purposeful exhale to shake the doubts of the day.

I awoke with the song
In a state of hesitation I submitted to the thread
“Where have you gone polygon? Where have you gone?”
Track Name: The Realization
Maybe you wasted away.
In place of your greatest face
you wasted my time!
Maybe you'll change your mind if I ask you to stay.

Please, please, please, leave before the consciousness takes preference presented in a different way than you're used to seeing.
Please, please, remind me who you recalled upon the balcony;
A secret you never want to tell.

Maybe the outcome was different.
Maybe the reaction was different than you recall.
Maybe you think its okay to disregard the compliment.

Please, please, please, leave before the consciousness takes preference presented in a different way than you're used to seeing.
Please, please, remind me who you recalled upon the balcony;
A secret you never want to tell

You remind me of a time.
You remind me of girl who changed her preference disguised as an angel's innocence.
You remind me of that time.
You remind me that try as I might I could never change the meaning of your life.

Please, please, please, leave before the consciousness takes preference presented in a different way than you're used to seeing.
Please, please, remind me who you recalled upon the balcony;
A secret you never want to tell.
Track Name: The Back and Forths
I just wanna keep aging
I just wanna keep aging on
I just wanna keep wasting
I just wanna keep wasting on

I don't wanna be famous
I just wanna be just like you
I just wanna be wasted
I just want to waste with you

And you keep moving back and forth

I just wanna keep aging
I just wanna get old as you
I just wanna keep wasting
If you should be wasting too

I don't wanna be famous
I just wanna be just like you
I just wanna be wasted
I just want to waste with you

And you keep moving back and forth
Track Name: The Artist
Motionless static in a polymer compound
Unbroken gaze she doesn't get around much.
Pinky toe severed. What was her religion?
She winks like an angel with the hint of ill wishes

Overly over-thinking, speech is slowly slowing
But she can't see. She can see beyond the screen.
Hunched over in the overcoat, hidden from the ceiling
But you can't be seen. She'll sneak behind the screening.

She's helpless yet secure within the lack of primal instincts.
She's suppressed in her interests yet she's so interesting.
Who met her maker, in the source of her creation?
Reclusive as delusions in the source of her temptations.

Overly over-thinking, speech is slowly slowing
But she can't see. She can see beyond the screen.
Hunched over in the overcoat, hidden from the ceiling
But you can't be seen. She'll sneak behind the screening.

She's unreal
She's unreal
She's unreal
She's unreal
Track Name: The Certainty
Can't help this feeling
Where did my confidence go?
I can't shake the feeling
My brain's being strained through a calender
It's hard to speak to you
I've searched all my thoughts for a glimpse of truth
It's hard to realize
I've searched all my thoughts in a dark, dark room.
But I know I know I think
I thought you were my darling.
I don't have the certainty.
But I know how to think that
I thought you were the best thing
That's ever happened to me
Track Name: The Swagger
I'm not impressed by your semantics.
Show me something I can be.
I'd be impressed by your shiny antiques,
and your pretty face fashioned by the side of my glove.

It's about time you were my maker to meet,
but my reservations slowing me.
Fighting crime with my perfect physique.
It's a pity my attraction got the best of me first.

Swooned by the swagger
A focus out of reach
Drawn to the latter daylight
In motion, I do.

I'm not impressed by your pouring
nor by your attempts to conversate me.
I'd be impressed if you pour it for me.
Spit the spitting out the spout to leave devices about.

It's about time for my cowering
but in turn my sticky wishes are a turn for the worst.
My inhibitions are my higher being.
It's a pity how reflection plays a joke on the words.

Swooned by the swagger
A focus out of reach
Drawn to the latter daylight
In motion, I do.