drmanhattan

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Sean Dalton How someone could write a song as good as any of the songs on this album, and then do it 10 more times, and then do it again with another album and still not go down in quality astonishes me. Favorite track: The Party's Opinion.
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Karl Germanovich hard to choose a favorite song off this album because everything about it is incredible. every piece of each song comes together in a way that makes each one likely to get stuck in your head for months at a time. my favorite track on it changes with the day, but Baton Rouge's bass line is so sick I couldn't resist choosing that one. other favorites are Big Chomper, Gunpowder and Pepper. But there is not a bad song on this album. A must own. Favorite track: Baton Rouge.
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LABEL: Vagrant Records
PRODUCED BY: Jon Alvin & Daniel Good

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released March 11, 2008

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Track Name: Big Chomper, Big Chomper
What's the point of converse if it's not engaging and long?
What's the point of learning if you knew it all along?
What's the point of singing if you can't sing along?
What's the point of tasting if I don't taste you tongue?

The chemicals don't make me.
I'll just leave the car running in case we flee the sour scene.
In finding love worth faking, the offering misdeems.
The effortlessness making the solemn scene serene.

This is not me getting in to the getaway car.
This is just me staring from the middle of the yard.
This is not me saying that I'd not do it again.
This is maybe one day...
This is there I go again.

The chemicals don't make me.
I'll just leave the car running in case we flee the sour scene.
In finding love worth faking, the offering misdeems.
The effortlessness making the solemn scene serene.

These two emotions won't hide.
Word left on her tongue tonight.
Hypocrisy can't subside.
One trained thought fled just despite.
Towns filled with skeptic still light.
Disease and care left from sight.
Just one more left makes this right
Track Name: You Put the I In Team
Take some time.
Cuz sadly knots are actually not capable of
Breaking off what they've held strong
For years too long.
You're an up and overkill conduit.
You won't be tricked into tasting salt.
Make myself at home but you're onto it.
Sell me your career.
The checkmate comes but once a year.

The hardest part of holding on to future worth the pacing
Is you can't expect a visit from the boy you left waiting.

Dig, Dig. The core. No one needs this more.
You're hosting the party standing guard at the door.
Faces hide in frame that line askew design.
You're and up and overkill conduit.
You won't be tricked into tasting salt.
Make myself at home but you're onto it.
Sell me your career.
The checkmate comes but once a year.

The hardest part of holding on to future worth the pacing
Is you can't expect a visit from the boy you left waiting.

Is this goodbye or just an offering?
If you say so.
I'm out the window.
If you're something let me know.
Track Name: Dirty, Scandalous, Dirty
In a trip to fix all that's right,
secretly seeking.
Held at intersects.
"Accidentally" meeting.
With the greeting cards text
He's cleverly made worthwhile
Each tear in the crease of her smile.
But in a while an opening lets her see
the inside she never saw.

Now that we're all here...
A toast proposed and begged
Collect the hour.
This scene comes easily cuz
We've seen inside.
Their eyes open wide.
Hands controlled.
Arms at side.
Here comes the question yes mother
You may not kiss the coroner.

Now where were we?
Ah yes, where the groom's been
Keeping quiet what we've done
To make sure she'll be tearing.
With the dinner plates
Set sweet melody plays her style.
Each ear feels and end of her smile.
But in a while...
Track Name: Claims Should Echo
At the start the end's so easy to forget
When the closing comes it's far too quick
And the start sticks.
Our conscious is killing us
For what we haven't said
This nonsense is thrilling
'Cause we're all underfed.
The morning starts without
Us when our high hopes come back
Without a solution.

Here we are again
So eager to pretend
Our lonesome hearts
Dare us to tear them apart...

Let's break the glass that holds the wine
Look past utensil to feast on swine
Salivate at opportunity
And apprehend the useless.

Burn the candle at both ends to seek
Potential overlooked by pessimism
Locked away by realism
Spend too much time waiting for the glass to fill
Priceless is the reaction of letting glass spill
Reaching the brim of every pointless goal
Without looking further or even looking into...

So hard to change them when
They can't stop holding like they always do.
Those with us.
Track Name: Gunpowder: A Ballet
There's a graceful dance above me.
From the sun reflecting in.
Off the cars that pass below.
Each with their own story within.
And the dance moves
They remind me of the times that I've walked in
To a room and left with nothing
Except the fear to walk back in.
So I'll stay safe at my vantage.
On occasion I'll peer in.
You'll grow up out of the corner of my eyes
Right next to him.
You'll need help, you'll need attention.
You're a captivate whim.
But I'm a coward prone to quitting.
I just make sure never to begin.

The gunpowder between my teeth
Lets me know that I've come clean
It should be easy to say goodbye
Since you won't be looking at me.

I can see you through a window
But the cracks keep you a blur.
There's a victim in this story
I wish to god that is was her.
While I know I've your recognition
It's of its nature I'm not sure.
If I could ever push this question
I'd shut my ears for the answer.
Track Name: The Party's Opinion
Sadly I cavil and carp
At your passion to prove yourself
When I'll be right behind you.
Break your heart for celebration
Like a champagne glass-like dehydration
We've got you dialed.

Concentrate
Keep the party's opinion
I'm too late when I make my decision
If the subject drops when your heart stops
I'll take a shortcut to killing you quicker than we're settling for.

Gladly I open my ears as you beg us to choose your self
Since summer we've tried to, mind you.
Take a part our guns and ammunition
So that you could take part in the exhibition
Of which you design.

If upon the retinue he builds up n' out.
Creates a livestock-like love in ground
6 deep.
We tore the town in two and it feels exciting.
To go from black to bones this fast
Is change that's worth fighting for.

Everything and everyone that used to seem exciting.
Enlightening too many events (forsigh) for citing.
Track Name: Tracey's Buns
Thank God for your hair and your... eyes... and...
Thank you for your hair and your eyes and your gums,
Thank God for your hip bones and your plavey and your buns,
Thank God...
Thank you for your nose and always keeping it in my business,
Thanks for your concern about my sleep and my fitness,
About my sleep and my fitness.

Hi there Tracey,
I miss you more than Thursday,
But I am with you now,
Oh thank God for your birthday yeah,
Said thank God for your birthday yeah.

I can't wait to be eighty-eight so we can drive off a cliff,
But right now it's your birthday and I'm poor so here's my gift,
I can't wait to see you again,
I hope it's not three days,
I can't wait til your president,
I hope it's in three days,
I said I hope it's in three days.

Hi there Tracey,
I miss you more than Thursday,
But I am with you now,
Oh thank god for your birthday
Said hi there Tracey,
I miss you more than Thursday,
But I am with you now,
Oh thank god for your birthday yeah,
Said thank god for your birthday yeah.

Thank God for your birthday yeah,
Thank God for your birthday yeah.

Milkshakes,
Are pretty fucking tasty,
But I enjoy you more,
Because your Tracey,
And I love you,
So much
Track Name: To Feel Cozy Surrounded By Cats
It's been an hour and you never felt more alone
And it's clear that you never really made it home
Despite the speeches the secrets make it quite known
And the glory's all your own

Leave us and stay on the phone
It eats us to see your knees down to the bone again
The owner's got to move on

Set to devour like a clock set to carry on
But it's fear that's been keeping you from coming home
You've got the reach and the secrets to make it alone
Take a bow that's all your own
One plane ticket solidifies your goodbye
Despite expectancy and efforts put forth to try
And fill the void that never really was there

Put on your best suit
This parade's for you
Dressed in press we hang our heads for you

Take a side, take your eyes off emotion first
When you're ready we'll be here to give you the worst
It's coming out, what we talked about
Kill the part of you consumers like to read about

Can I call you out?
Last time you pulled out
Track Name: Baton Rouge
I'm stepping out an open door.
Sometimes, I wish was locked.
Across the hall another's shut
The peephole's all I've got
You've been warned.
I'm sure it's true.
I'm so new to love.
Just hold on.

I want you standing on my shoes
with a peruse-like touch through Baton Rouge
I'm scared to death to even move. To move.
Green strobes still flickering in my head.
I cling to everything you said.
I finally found your hand
But there's only time for you to walk me out.
We'll pray to God and brush our tracks
The wolves have sniffed us out.
Track Name: Minds Like Ours
It would have been easier to tell me to leave when I sat down.
Giving up love for leisure like losing everything I found.
It feels meaningless to tell me what goes wont come back around.
If you've got a home leave right now.
All thanks to the gods for our logic and feeling.
It hurts knowing.
Only minds like ours find our words on the ceiling, but we're growing.
Sick of seizable moments passing as I open the door
Letting their steps drift farther from mine.
Their eyes cut deeper every time.
But my courage upon a pedestal shares
Likeliness with miracles.

It's not the end
It's just one town.
It's such a shame.
We had so long.
So grab your friends.
And don't look down.
Cuz when you look up they'll be gone.

Screaming at the top of my lungs
But you can't hear it.
My voice is going.
Swearing we won't come here again
We'll come near it but we're growing.

Diggadiggabdat.
Track Name: Pepper
this still life
it looks like
motion is gaiting unexpectedly
one judgment
will define
recycled emotions
underlined vindictively
misplaced aggression and a half-hearted smile
give regret a whole new meaning
replace transition
with a full lb
of style
to try and read
what's on
the ceiling
living in fear of a future this rares denial.
Bringing back the dead
infected affection
falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle.

we're just left for dead...
this still light.
It looks bright
showcasing your love on
filtered, so fair
these judgments
create criiiiimes.
forcing the witness eyes
a blank stare
revolting obsession
the other's denial
push at the knees before kneeling
No definition
Not even worth wile
apart from forgetting living in fear
of a future that rare's denial
Bringing back the dead
infected affection
falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle
we're just left for dead...