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Recorded in 2005-2006.

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released June 20, 2006

Micah Cone-All Vocals, Guitars, Bass Guitar, Drums, Keyboards, Chimes, Afuche-Cabasa, Tambourine, Chopsticks, Spoons, Sake Bottles, Desk Pounding, Knee Slaps, Handclaps, Whistles, and Manually Produced Electronic Beats. All lyrics (except when noted). Executive Production.

Engineering and Co-Production-Jonah Wells. Mastering-John Coale at Sky Tunes Studios, 2015.

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Track Name: Pain
"And a woman spoke, saying 'tell us of pain.' And he said, 'your pain is but the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that it's heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy. Then you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over you fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Much of your pain is self chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility. For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen. And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own, sacred tears.'"

~Kahlil Gibran~
Track Name: Pull The Pillar Down
We are going through a change now, it's so big,
Can't you feel it crawling out of our skin?

You step aside and wonder 'how did it all begin?'

Well you've studied so long and haven't gotten very far
Step inside and ask yourself why, separate the truth from the lie,
There is a consciousness beyond this machine.

Don't you want to change with me?
Don't you want to change with me?

And there's a pillar of light secured firmly to the ground
Look inside then pull yourself inside
Then all we have to do is pull it down
There is a consciousness beyond our machine

Don't you want to change with me?
Don't you want to change with me?

They
Can
Feel you know
What science reassembled in
An estranged world that Gan
Would like to come back into the Prim
To pull that pillar down now
And sleep in silence under
And pull apart this machine

Machine...
Machine...
Ahhhhhh...
Track Name: The Last Year Of The Sacred Cycle
Why carry sorrow in your heart?
Who is the creature that you see?
Who is the creature that you see?
What disappointment hold they in store for you?

Well disconcerted posture leads to orthopedic issues
Shouldn't we all consult a doctor and wear those
Fashionable brown shoes?
Well I say
We should just stand up straight

Why carry triumph in your heart
When all you see around you is dark and
Full of ignorance?
Why carry gladness in your heart
When all you see around you is dark and
Full of ignorance?

You might as well just ask:
'Why don't I just not piss?'
Or: 'Why I gotta give up more than a quarter of my Paycheck to go to taxes?'
You won't always have to, brother
So just listen to me when I say
You should just stand up straight

Play within the game and stand up straight
Use your nature given brain
And stand up straight
Breathe in and breathe out and stand up straight
Meta-cognize what you were just thinking about
And stand up straight
Think about thinking for a minute, then stop and
Think about it and stand up straight
Well check it out, that's what meta-cognition is
So you can just bask in that and stand up straight oh...

Check it out, motherfucker
You're not even trying anymore...

So why carry sorrow in your heart?
Who is the creature that you see?
Who is the creature that you see?
What disappointment hold they in store for you?
Track Name: Yield, Sir
"Yield, Sir. I have the advantage."

"I will not! Fight me, from your horse or on foot, but fight me! Your avoidance mocks me!"

"I sought only not to harm you."
Track Name: Knife Fight
Satellites
Through the Night drift over our heads
Cuts through like a knife
This idea that one day we'll all be dead and gone
But it is right...

All the time
A billion voices drowning out the thoughts in my head
And all the time
A trillion whispers about what's in my bed and on...
And it's not right...

But you see
You see right through me, always
You see me
Your mind is a knife

Time slips away
Into a distant vault of memory
And we slip away
Carrying the dying breath of Humanity
And it's not right...

I hear what you say
It cuts right through the shit
And goes straight for my heart
And I say, I say 'stay away'
But it's a part of me I can't cut out, for sure
Baby, yeah, it's a fight

Fights get you nowhere fast
And I'm moving awfully slow
Continue to pass through the vines of regret
But I must learn to let go
It's alright
Baby, yeah, it's alright

Words get you somewhere, sometimes
But who's keeping score?
They'll help you out when the time comes
For you to show me your door
And it will be right

Your mind is a knife...
Your mind is a knife...
Your mind is a knife...
All our minds are knives...
Your mind is a knife...
Your mind is a knife...
Track Name: Hill Of Bones
Well it is for sure now my heart is broke
I can see clearly through this thin veil of smoke
I drown myself in whiskey sours
And I wrote
A thousand books, by now, in my heart
But my heart is shattered
There is no before
It is always right now
There is no before

But in my memory
You shine through
And we speak so softly
And you said 'I loved you'
But in my memory
The noise broke
Un Chien Andalou
And we are both forsaken, yes
That is true
That is true

Well it is for sure now my mind is gone
With the state of my core why should it not come along?
I drown myself in vodka flood
And I have read
A thousand poems
Authored by my over exaggerated ego
Under nourished
On that hill of bones
It was reiterated to them
They could never go home

Bup Ba Da Da
La da da dun da da...

Well it is for sure now my heart is broke
Track Name: Veś Ka Gan
Ves Ka Gan!

And you will remember!

How to sing...Ves Ka Gan!

Ka is a wheel, time face on water
And you must not discard that dear daughter
And it's our cycles never ending
Which means that you've got to do right sometime
And you will remember...

Ka is a wheel, time face on water
And you must not discard that dear daughter
And it's our cycles never ending
Which means that you've got to do right sometime
And you will remember...

How to sing...Ves Ka Gan!

Ves Ka Gan!
Track Name: The Cabinet Floor
(I want to get this. That's when the magic happens. Magic. One-Two-Three, One-Two-Three.)

Hey little sister come and play the game
You should be allowed to die, like the rest of us,
In vain
Hey little sister come and play the game
Put the rest of us to shame and die without a name
Put the rest of us to shame and die without a name
Cos that's the scheme of things

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Hey little brother open the cabinet door
And see what's on the floor
It's their souls!
Hey father dearest come see the absolutely queerest
Thing that I have ever seen, it's not their souls
I don't know what it is, but I know it's not a soul
Never seen it before but I know it ain't no soul
It's the floor itself, dear pops, that I am speaking of
Cos their souls have sunk into the lower sixth
And not above
And I am afraid I cannot follow where they go
Because it is
Very
Sick
And I am healthy like a bunch of carrots
But my eyesight still fucking sucks
And I'm healthy like a bunch of spinach
But I'm still determined to think that I suck
Determined to be weak
And, rationally, fucking suck

But we march off to war
What the bloody fucking hell are we killing and
Dying and losing our souls for?
Soon it will be nothing but the "floor"
So let's raise the roof to Pluto with real light
Let's not be afraid to remember that we've already
Won that timeless battle we came her for
We've already won that timeless battle we came her for

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hey Mother Mighty come and show your worth
For it's birth into this place I give you praise
I will seamlessly blend the feminine and the masculine
To cause creation of truth to the end of my days
Creation of truth to the end of my days
Cos that's the scheme of things
La da da da da da da da da
Track Name: Camazotz
We morphed into trees
And don't forget we
Did it molecularly
So hold your flowers
Close to your face so you can breathe

But the man with two red eyes
Has another idea entirely
And he lives on the planet of Camazotz
The place where evil sows its seed
Evil sows its seed

They go deeper still
To the pool of pale water
Where the both of them
Wait for her and her thoughts
Aunt Beast waits with her knowing ways

So hold on you precious ones
For the air up here is too thin to breathe
The Mrs. W's will watch over us
And, of course, there's always the A.B.
A.B.C...

OH YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU!

Take me down to gray central central
Balls all bounce at the same time
Turkey dinner!
Eye-glasses!
Good feelings!
Love prevails!

Balls bounce at random!

Camazotz!
Track Name: Quantum Leapt
They left him all alone
In the freshly fallen snow
And we float our all alone
With no glimmer of where to go
She dreams of a world where the seeds she's sown
Get a chance to grow

She knows that he is safe every once and a while
Every now and again the thought of him
Puts a smile on her face
They keep running around in circles
And I don't know if she can run the extra mile

He left him all alone
In a cold house with no fire
To go and buy drugs on his own
Their time as friends expired
He tries to think of time
To think of a time
When his emotions weren't shot down to the wire

And I know that he is safe every once and while
Every now and again the thought of him
Brings a smile to my face
I keep running around in circles
And I don't know if I can run the extra mile

They stepped out hand in hand
Beneath the dead and pale sky
He's shaken right down to his bones
But he holds his head up high
He says: 'the seeds are sown, but what is grown,
What is grown is left up to you and I'

Ahhhhh

Find your right place
In this splendid multi-verse

And I know that you are still alive
Alive
Alive
Alive

They left him all alone
In the freshly fallen snow
And we float out all alone
With no glimmer of where to go
I dream of a world where the seed I've sown
Gets a chance to grow
Track Name: Try It, You'll Like It
Try it, you'll like it
You'll see
And besides, you know how you are
And I don't think you want to who I am

Try it, you'll like it
You'll see
And besides you know how you are
And I don't think you want to know who we are
Track Name: FAT?
"Fat? If I'm fat, I'm fat where a woman should be fat."
Track Name: Problems With Your Noble Heart?
Problems with your noble heart again?
Drop once more to my noble knee again
For you
Can't explain what compels me to
Look so spotted in you
It's driving
A farce between the line
Compelling me to stay awake
For my eye to see
Compelling me to stay awake
For my eye to see
For my eye to see...

But you take it away, baby
Take it away

And it's no wonder you're all alone
It's no wonder you're all alone
No wonder you're all alone
No wonder you're all alone
No wonder you're all alone

Om hare Sekhmet ganja
Track Name: Mes Villes Volés
You've startled me once again, my friend
In my dark, lonely mind, my sweat is building itself
Up, up, up, up, up and out
Into a crystalline obelisk of torrential magnitude
A small crack will start at the top and push
Down, down, down and in
To the soft ground below
That's also slowly sinking through the frailty
Of my ego-centric slumbers
Into a massive cave that rumbles with ancient
Reverberations of a cycle fully embodied in my
Microcosmic identity

When the cycle is complete, and the tower has fallen
A new brew will slowly steep and ooze, steep and ooze
And the muck will flow out of the gaping orifice that
Is unmistakeably all of Humanity

Our dignity has been dismantled!
And startling each other in such ways
Has lost all of its former joys

But the vessel we all navigate shall hold water
For some amount of undisclosed time

Oh brother or sister of the stolen city
Hearken to my energetic cry!
Your thievery is warmly welcomed
By my gracious heart
Said heart is only due so to impositions
Others like you have flipped into existence
(Existence)
Let this find you on the way to wherever you go next
To let you know that I say 'thank you'
(Thank You)
Thank you for your insidiousness
For your courage, and your freezing outers and inners
To find some heat
Thanks for your humanity, break down on me
Show me so more humility
Through your actions, engage me in deep thought
Demand a reply!
For I, like you, am just weak sometimes
Suck that shit dry, then moisturize my rolling, withered
And explosive mind
Yea, though I will reply:
Stricken up! Slicken up!
New, one more time, in little spidered fragments
Of what once was...

Sparkling, shining and clear, a whole
A construction, red hot and alive
For a short while
Like all else
A short while
Is what we have to break through these false barriers
Like you have consciously or inadvertently done

The breeze was quite refreshing, actually
Sun beating down next day on your new coat
And new gloves
Dry them out in it, brother or sister,
Sister or mother, mother or father,
Because I'm dry now also
And in that dryness, that brittle fluidity
I have found my pirate hood!

ARRRRRGGGGGH!

A message from the stolen city, a cry, a decree!
Throw those fucking frisbees, or sell them for food
Or booze, or drugs, be where you are
Sister of the stolen city
City of the stolen spectator sport
City of stolen London, stolen New York
In my pocket, they are Stevie McQueenie
Quite a scene-e
He's still rolling along
Literally...rolling along!!!

Oh brother or sister of the stolen city,
Hearken to my energetic cry...

ARRRRRRGH!!!
Track Name: Temple
In our compaction, let us not be subtle
In the drawing of our conjoined realizations
We all raise a dull knife
That my fleeting memory will use
To cut away the stained, rusted damages
With a blade that cuts like my noisiest supplications
Of collective, irrefutable, non-negotiable ideologies

They blast away like black rabbits running rabid
Through the trees
The faint effervescence of my calamitous brain
Chases its own tail and bites the dirty, rotten legs
Off of its own dark lineage

Thus, the whole, stinking,
Pivotal revelation of revolution
Rests stoically, waiting for a vague discourse
To a man, woman or beast that shall explain
All or nothing in a half-breathed, full-whispered
Harmonic convergence of all our smoothest capacities

It's still a vague discourse, downtrodden and
Stomped out
Until words have lost all their previous,
Ever weakening definitions of this and that
Droning on and on in constant reprise of
What was just a moment ago reprized
What rapturous, shrinking, more and more shrinking
All the time, in its vague discourse,
Downtrodden and stomped out, purely unintentional,
Mostly non-deliberate noises
Do you have for me today?

Cos mama, I tell you that I dream of a day
When bicycles rule the freeways
Power, soul, intellect, channeled by brain waves
Human propelled, shifting, changing
High speed bi-ways
"Computer, self-destruct, Kirk-One-Alpha-Deltron"

Cos mama, I tell you that I dream of a day
When bicycles rule the freeways
Power, soul, intellect, channeled by brain waves
Human propelled, shifting, changing
High speed bi-ways
"Computer, self-destruct, Kirk-One-Alpha-Deltron"

"Computer, self-destruct, Kirk-One-Alpha-Deltron"

When you smile at me, multicolored birds
Fly out of my mouth and into your ear
When you laugh at me and mouth your magic
Metaphors, phrases
Open chest
Deep abyss
Helpless, unable to control
Dogs!
Every color of the rainbow
Leap out of the top of my head!
Bearing jowls of shimmering inspiration,
Snarls of deep satisfaction
Barks of books, libraries, huge, open auditoriums
Could be, to their maximum extent,
Full to the brim with words, parchments,
Notations of my unfathomable love for all you are,
All you make me, and all other lofty, untouchable
Sensibilities

Because Ka is a wheel, and time a face on water
And you must not discard that, dear daughter!
And it's our cycles that are never ending
Which means that you've got to do right sometime

Try to remember...