LYRIC EXPLODER – PLAGUE MECHANIC

1. STOMACH: THE NOUN, THE VERB

LET TODAY BE DAY ONE OF THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF ALL YR PROGRESS SLOW DEATH IMAGINARY MAGIC THAT WILL COMPRESS DEEP BREATH PRESSURE BUILDING UPSIDE YR HEAD TO DISTRESS KEEP THREAT LEVELS RAISED BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE NO MATTER HOW FAR I AM ALWAYS ON MY GUARD YEAH I’M A DEVIL’S ADVOCATE I ADVOCATE FOR EVIL SHIT I BLESS NO IDOLS AND I ONLY RIDE ON THE REAL SHIT I MAKE NO FAKES ABOUT NO COMPROMISES ON THE REAL MISS I BAKE A CAKE FOR ALL MY ENEMIES I GO FOR REAL BLISS WE ARE HURTLING THROUGH SPACE UPON A SPACESHIP EARTH TRYING DESPERATELY TO ESCAPE AND REPLACE OUR PLACE OF BIRTH AND TRYING IN VAIN TO RELIEVE OURSELVES OF THE DUTY TO BE BRUTALLY REAL IN ALL OUR ACTIONS AND OUR WORDING AND HONESTY’S THE BEST POLICY HONESTY’S THE BEST POLICE BUT HONESTLY IT’S EASIER TO LIE AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP KEEP MY NAME OUT OF YR MOUTH IF YOU THINK THAT I’M JOKING MANG HA HA I’M GHOSTING NOW EAT THAT. LET TODAY BE DAY ONE OF THE LAST TIME THAT YOU EVER LET SOMEBODY ELSE RUN YOU WITH UNTRUTHS THAT THEY POST UP LIKE THE FLYERS IN A COFFEE HOUSE BATHROOM FOR FUCKING REIKI YOU CAN GUN THROUGH GUMSHOE IT’S A TYPICAL MYSTERY BUT IF YOU WANNA SPAR I AM ALWAYS ON MY GUARD YEAH I’M A DEVIL’S ADVOCATE I ADVOCATE FOR EVIL SHIT AND WHEN I SAY IT’S EVIL I MEAN IT COMES FROM A DEEP DARK PIT AND WHEN I SAY A DEEP DARK PIT I MEAN DOWN TO THE ESSENCE LIKE THE ANSWERS THAT I GAVE ON THE BACK END OF THE QUESTION WE ARE DRIVING FASTER GETTING FASTER ALL THE TIME FUELED BY GAS THAT HAS BEEN PASSED AND MASTERED FROM THE LAND BEFORE TIME FUELED BY THE ASSUMPTION THAT ALL PROGRESS STILL GOES FORWARD TILL THE ZEPPELIN EXPLODES AND IT’S HUMANITY AND HORROR HONESTY’S A BLUEPRINT THAT IS STILL UPON THE DRAWING BOARD WRITTEN ERASED ERASED AGAIN AND WRITTEN MORE MOTHERFUCKERS TRY TO MANUFACTURE IT LIKE HENRY FORD FUCK THAT I’M JOKING I’M GHOSTING. LET TODAY BE DAY ONE OF THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF ALL YR BRIGHT DAYS DARK NIGHTS AND THE GRADIENT THAT FALLS BETWEEN THE LOW LOWS HIGH HIGHS PRESSING ALL THE TIME BETWEEN THE DAWN AND TWILIGHT IT’S NOT A SIMPLE BALANCE BETWEEN OPEN WOUNDS AND SCARS I AM ALWAYS ON MY GUARD YEAH I’M A DEVIL’S ADVOCATE I ADVOCATE FOR EVIL SHIT MY HEART’S THE DARKEST ORGAN THAT I’M CAPABLE TO DEAL WITH AND IF YOU MAKE ME LAUGH I CAN CONNECT YOU WITH THE REALNESS BEFORE I RETREAT BACK INTO MY FEAR OF BEING HEALED WITH WE ARE WOUNDED PEOPLE WOUNDING PEOPLE WITH OUR SHAME SHIFTING FACES SHIFTING PLACES WHILE WE SHIFT THE SHIFT THE BLAME TRYING NOT TO PANIC WHEN OUR ORGANS ARE EXPOSED BY THE FOG THAT GETS INTO THE CRACKS IN ALL THE WINDOWS AND HONESTY THE PRACTICE OF GETTING RID OF YR EDITING HONESTY’S A CRACKLING FIRE TO SHED YR EGO IN DON’T ASK THE QUESTION IF YOU DON’T WANT THE FEEDBACK I’M SERIOUS DELIRIOUS I’M GHOSTING NOW EAT THAT.

2. THE DUST THAT GETS IN

CRUISING UNDER THE ALL SEEING EYE METANOIA KNOWING FULL WELL THAT YOU MEET IT AND IT WILL DESTROY YA THROWING CAUTION ON WINDY DAYS LIKE A PARACHUTE THAT’S MOWING DOWN OPTIONS TILL YR REALLY ONLY LEFT WITH TWO (OOF) AND THE CHOICE IS IMPLIED IN THE WAY THE QUESTION IS POSED THE DIRECTION IS SKY HIGH AND YOU CAN SEE FOR MILES THIS ENTIRE VILE EMPIRE HAS PULVERIZED OUR MINDS LIKE EVEN WHEN THE SHOW’S OFF YOU THINK OF THE CHARACTERS THEIR EMBARRASSMENTS AND VICTORIES AND OTHERWISE IT CONJURES EMOTIONS EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE LESS THAN GHOSTS INTRODUCED BY THE HOST WHO CAN BOAST THE MOST ROAST EVEN WHEN IT’S TURNED OFF YOU CAN FEEL IT BUZZING IN ONE LEG IN THE OTHER LEG IN THE MIDDLE OF MY OBLONGATA IT’S IN THERE SOMEWHERE AND I’M NEVER GONNA STOP TILL I FIND IT FOR SCIENCE OR COMPLIANCE OR SOMETHING LIKE IT. THERE IS A CRACK IN EVERYTHING THAT’S HOW THE DUST GETS IN. THERE IS A CRACK IN EVERYTHING THAT’S HOW THE DUST GETS IN. LAYERS AND LAYERS OF PEARLESCENT IRIDESCENCE SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT THE ANSWER THAT’S IMPLIED IN THE QUESTION DAYS AND DAYS AND MONTHS PASS LIKE GRAINS OF SAND CONTAINED IN A MIXED METAPHOR THAT’S CONTAINED IN AN HOURGLASS FAST COWARDS PEDDLING SOPHISTRY FOR HOURS HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO MAKE PEARLS FROM THIS MUD HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT JUST ONCE THE FACADE WILL BE PUNCTURED AND TURNED TO DUST AND WHEN YOU ZOOM IN FAR ENOUGH YOU SEE THE DUST IS US WHAT IS DUST TO A PEARL WHAT’S A PEARL TO A MODERN MAN WHAT’S A MODERN MAN TO A WORLD CHURNING UNSTOPPABLY IN PROGRESS TO A PROMISED LAND WE LINE UP FOR ROLLER COASTER DEATH SPIRALS WE LINE UP TO GET EATEN BY THE BEAST TO BE LUCKY ENOUGH TO DIE IN ITS JAWS EVEN WITH THE LIGHTS OFF YOU CAN MAKE OUT THE SHAPE AND IT REMINDS YOU OF YOU BUT YOU CAN’T BREAK A PEARL TO FIND A SPECK OF DUST THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS.

3. OLD BLUE EYES

UP IN THE AIR IT’S A BIRD WITH EMPTY EYES CAUGHT IN THE STARE OF A BIRD WITH EMPTY EYES (EMPTY EYES) HOW DO YOU FABRICATE THE SPARKLE HOW DO YOU PUT A PLAN IN PLACE TO LAZERFACE THE MUNDANE DAYS DEAD BORED AND WHEN YOU TAKE AWAY THE TOYS IN THE CAGE RAGE DEMONSTRATE THE EDGES OF HEADS BORED DEAD HYPER INDIVIDUAL HEGELIAN FUCKING LIBERAL HYPED BY A HYPE MAN PLAYING WITH A NICE HAND THE LOGICAL CONCLUSION OF RENTING ALL YR DREAMS IS EVICTION NOTICE POST IT NOTES THAT POP UP ON YR SCREEN AND WHEN YR TIME’S UP THAT IS THE END OF THE LINE HUH HOPE YOU GOT A GOOD MEMORY CARD RIGHT IN THE BACK OF YR MIND BRUH IT’S THE OTHER BLADE EDGE OF YR NOT WHAT YOU OWN YOU RENT YR SELF AND WHEN YOU MISS A PAYMENT YOU ARE GONE AS WELL CALL IT FRESH HELL UNDER THE PREMISE THAT THEY HELP YOU HEAR THE TOLLING OF THE BELL THAT IS THE END OF THE FIRST ROUND. LOOK AT THE GROUND IT’S AN ANT THAT’S IN A LINE LOOKING DOWN AT ANOTHER ANT THAT’S IN A LINE (IN A LINE) HOW DO YOU PUNCTURE THROUGH THE NOISE HOW DO YOU PERSEVERE AND SEE THE FUCKING CAGE THROUGH THE TOYS GODDAMN THE BLANKET’S SOFT THOUGH ISN’T IT THE PILLOW’S COLD JUST A LITTLE BIT I COULD FALL ASLEEP RIGHT HERE FORTUNATELY FOR ME I NEVER SLEEP I JUST HEAR THIS REFRAIN RINGING IN MY MY OLD BLUE EYES IN A BOWTIE KEEPING A CLOSE EYE ON SEVERAL RELEVANT FOCI FIRST LINE OF DEFENSE THE PRETENSE OF BEING ABLE TO EXECUTE A SEQUENCE DRINK CLINKING LOUD WHILE I THINK ALOUD IN A THICK CLOUD MY OLD BLUE EYES NEVER WANDER FROM THE WOUNDS LIKE I WAS A FUCKING FIRST RESPONDER. LOOK OVER THERE SOME PEOPLE IN A CAR WRECK RUBBERNECKING AT AN EVEN BIGGER OTHER CAR WRECK (CAR WRECK) FULL STOP WAITING FOR THE FIRST DROP ROLLERCOASTER SLOW ROTISSERIE BASTED IN THE WORST STUFF GOLDEN RULE DON’T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT UNLESS YR POOR SILVER RULE DON’T PLAY WITH A HEART UNLESS IT’S YRS BRONZE RULE KEEP PAYING THE RENT IF YOU WANNA PLAY BALL COPPER RULE LEAVING GREEN STREAKS UPON THE PAYWALL.

4. OPEN LETTER TO HOLDEN CAULFIELD

INTERIOR NIGHTTIME SETTING OUTRAGEOUS HERE IN SIGHTLINE NERVE CUT THE FACES DEER IN HEADLIGHTS I SWERVED AND JUST MADE IT DON’T SAY SHIT ON MY BEHALF I CAN REPRESENT MYSELF I’M CAPABLE OF MANY THINGS LIKE FINDING HOLES IN FENCES TRIANGULATING PLACES WITH SATELLITES AND PATIENCE REGULATING MY BREATH SO I DON’T SWEAT IT’S ONLY MAGICK IF IT WORKS AND THEN YOU HAVE TO FACE IT IT’S BASIC INTERIOR NIGHTTIME TIGHT SHOT EYEBROW BEAD OF SWEAT LIGHT SPOT ON THREE GET DOWN SOUND OF BARKING RETRACING MY STEPS BACK TO SOME KIND OF FREEDOM LIKE I MEAN IT. FENCES ARE SUGGESTIONS PLEASED I DISAGREE WITH BUT WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW FENCES ARE SUGGESTIONS PLEAS I DISAGREE WITH BUT WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW FENCES ARE SUGGESTIONS FENCES ARE SUGGESTIONS. EXTERIOR NIGHTTIME HAVE YOU EVER RUN FOR YR LIFE SHOTS FIRED INTO THE AIR MIGHT AS WELL BE FIVE FEET OVER YR HEAD AND EACH STEP SENDS A SHOCKWAVE OF PAIN TO YR FACE YEAH HEARTBEAT ALL YOU HEAR HEARTBEAT HEARTBEAT. EXTERIOR NIGHTTIME AN EMPTY PARKING LOT ALMOST AT THE EDGE OF TOWN WHAT TOWN AT THE END OF A PLAN WHAT PLAN GO HOME GET SOME SLEEP IF YOU CAN YOU CANNOT UNSEE THIS SHIT NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT OUT.

5. FIGURE 8

I CAN SEE A PLAGUE COMING DOWN OVER THE HORIZON RAYS OF THE SUN NOT THAT HARD TO BUY ONE TRIVIAL SATISFACTION MINIMAL EXEGESIS CRITICAL FACTS BECOMING FICTION ON THE TICKER TAPE PARADE OF FACES PLACES ACQUAINTANCES SO ALIENATED I’M NOT PROUD WHEN I SAY THIS I LIVE IN IDEATION BATTLE IT LIKE A BATTLE OF WITS RATTLE AND SPIT SAVAGENESS INTO THE SKY MY PATTERN IS A PLAGUE STARTS WITH THE SKIN EPIDERMAL AND TURNS INTO A RUMBLE IN THE GUT LIKE A HUNGER THE LONGER YOU WAIT TO SATIATE THE GROWLING IS THE SAME TIME FRAME IT TAKES TO ESCAPE FROM THE HOWLING AND WE ALL FALL DOWN WE ALL WEAR MASKS WE ALL WEAR CROWNS MACHINATIONS OF A SMALL TOWN PUT A RING AROUND THIS AND WHEN I SAY WAIT JUST… BACK IN MY DAY EVERY KID WANTED A BARCODE NECK TATTOO TO STAND OUT FROM THE OTHER BARCODE NECK TATTOOS BLEEDING INTO BLUE BLOCKS BLACK BLOC GRADUATION BLACK TUBE SOCKS SMART SHOES SENSIBLE SURELY GO TO BED LATE THEN I’M UP AGAIN EARLY OTHERWORLDLY IRIS SCAN UNLOCK ALL DEVICES THE BARCODE IS ME BUT I DIGRESS THAT’S ANOTHER DIGEST TIME IS PRECIOUS LIKE HEAVY METAL OR A CUTE PET TAMAGOTCHI GOTCHU SORRY I’D LIKE TO STAY AND CHAT BUT I GOTTA LET THIS PLAGUE LOOSE AND IT WILL BE HARD CAUSE I LIKE YOU IN SPITE OF YOU IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING THAT YOU MIGHT DO DOESN’T THAT FRIGHTEN YOU THEY SAY YOU ONLY GET WHAT YOU PUT IN DON’T PRETEND YR FAKE FRIENDS ARE MY ORIGINAL SIN. DRAW A FIGURE EIGHT ON THE GROUND LET THE HEADS ROLL SCREAM LIKE IT’S FUCKING HALFTIME SUPERBOWL HALF LIFE POWERBALL PUT SOME SPIN ON IT ROPE A DOPE DIAMONDS ARE RARE BUT SO ARE FUCKING ISOTOPES BOUGHT INTO A DREAM (A PLAGUE ON YR HOUSE) UNDERNEATH THE DUST (A PLAGUE ON YR HOUSE) EVERY POISON TONGUE (A PLAGUE ON YR HOUSE) EVERY LAST ONE (A PLAGUE ON YR HOUSE) IF YOU BRING INTO THE WORLD INSTRUMENTS OF DOMINANCE I WILL NOT REST UNTIL THERE’S A PLAGUE ON YR HOUSE IF YOU BRING HUNGER TO YR SISTERS AND YR BROTHERS YOU WILL PERISH WITH A FUCKING PLAGUE ON YR HOUSE DRAW A FIGURE EIGHT ON THE GROUND DROP TO BOTH KNEES HANDS IN THE AIR AND REPEAT AFTER ME SAY THERE IS NOTHING ABOVE THERE IS NOTHING BELOW DRAW A FIGURE EIGHT ON THE GROUND IN THE DARK LIKE THE PAW OF A BIGGER MONSTER BEING MARKED LIKE A MAW WIDE OPEN WHEN YOU SING SING HARD TILL YR TEETH FALL OUT […] I HAVE A RECURRING DREAM WHERE MY EYE COLOUR FADES AND SKIN SINKS IN GETS TIGHT AND MY VOCAL CORDS DUSTED WITH CHARCOAL LIKE I’M A SELF-CONSUMING CARBON-BASED LIFEFORM AND IN THE DREAM I’M CAPTIVE BUT GIVEN ONE CHANCE TO COMMUNICATE SO I HOLD UP A PAPER WITH THE DAY’S DATE AND INSTEAD I DON’T SPEAK I JUST LEVITATE AND ON THE WALL BEHIND ME THERE’S A FIGURE EIGHT.

6. SUMMER OLYMPICS

IF I WOULD’VE KNOWN THEN WHAT I KNOW NOW I WOULD’VE DEADED MYSELF NO DOUBT HOLD YR MOUTH THE BEST MISTAKE YOU EVER MADE STILL TO THIS DAY I’M LOOKING FOR THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT BLADE I SAY IF I WOULD’VE KNOWN THEN WHAT I NOW KNOW I WOULD’VE SWERVED THE OTHER WAY ON THAT DARK ROAD HELL NO I WOULD’VE MADE AN EFFORT TO LIVE EVERY DAY TO DEATH, TO CROSS OF EVERY BULLET ON THE LIST THAT WAS LEFT I SAY UP IN THE LATE DAY DOWN IN A BAD WAY CLOWNING ON THE LAST MOTHERFUCKER YOU MADE PAY ZERO SUM DECONSTRUCTED ARGUMENTS HARDER THAN IT SEEMS FUN WHILE IT LASTED FLARE GUN STARTER PISTOL POP LIKE A BIT OF MEAT ON THE CHOPPING BLOCK ALL THE WAY TO A FINISH LINE THAT ENDS WITH A… NON-LETHAL BUT NOT NON-TOXIC I LOST IT LEMME KNOW IF YOU COME ACROSS IT. I THINK I LOST IT LEMME KNOW IF YOU COME ACROSS IT. IF I WOULD’VE FOLLOWED YOU INTO THAT FOG SEE IT WOULD’VE BEEN LIKE SOME KINDA WEIRD REVERSE FALSE PROPHECY SEE LOOK ANY WHICH WAY YOU SLICE IT I WANNA BE LIKE A HAMMER BUT I END UP LIKE AN ICE PICK AND THAT DON’T SLICE SHIT THEY SAY LAUGHING IS THE BEST MEDICINE BUT I’M RETICENT HEADWINDS GOT ME RUNNING HARD TWO STEPS AHEAD OF THE FOG BOGGED DOWN LIKE A DEAD PRINCE AND NOW A FROG IF I WOULD’VE SEEN THE CEILING PAINT PEELING THE FEELING IS MUTUAL A STINGING FINAL SUTURE PULL THERE’S NOT ENOUGH THREAD IN THE WORLD TELL ME DIFFERENT TELL ME TWICE NICELY WHILE THE LOOSE ENDS TIED UP THE RIVERBED DRIED UP THAT SUMMER I MEMORIZED EVERY CONSTELLATION THEIR PLACEMENT WITH REVERENCE CEMENTING MY PLACE AS A REVENANT YEAH. I THINK I LOST IT LEMME KNOW IF YOU COME ACROSS IT. THIRD VERSE SAME AS THE FIRST TWO THINGS NEVER TURN OUT THE WAY THAT YOU EXPECT THEM TO BUCKLE UP MANG THAT’S HOW THIS COOKIE CRUMBLES IN THE FACE OF A PLAGUE I AM PERFECTLY HUMBLED STUMBLING TOWARDS A FINISH LINE FOR THE LAST TIME FULL OF CONTAMINANTS AND THEY’RE ALL MINE YEAH YEAH YEAH I SAID THEY’RE ALL MINE YOU CAN HAVE THAT JUST MAKE SURE YOU DISPOSE OF ME LIKE I’M HAZMAT THIRD VERSE MAYBE THE LAST ONE MAYBE THIS MIGHT BE THE LAST VERSE OF MY LIFE IT’S BEEN GOOD FUN YEAH I’VE HAD A GOOD RUN NICE RUNNING INTO YOU THANKS FOR ALL YR INTEREST THINGS HAVE BEEN RATHER DIFFICULT AND I DON’T SAY MUCH BUT I STAY PUFFED I SUGGEST YOU DO THE SAME WITH THIS CAVEAT (SAME, BRUH) IT’S NON-LETHAL BUT NOT NON-TOXIC THE LINE IS RIGHT HERE AND IT’S ON YOU IF YOU CROSS IT.

Plague Mechanic Pre-Order

PLAGUE MECHANIC
GARBAGEFACE X DASTARD HAND

a time capsule from the past, found in the future. 
when we get there, we will need much more than plague doctors; we’ll need plague therapists, plague teachers, plague tailors, plague mechanics.

the physical product for Plague Mechanic takes the form of an absolutely diabolical 504-piece puzzle, designed by Patrick Holland, AKA Dastard Hand. the puzzle package includes a lyric sheet, puzzle guide, and your choice of CD or download code. those who complete the puzzle and provide proof will be rewarded further.

releases June 26, 2019. all lyrics by garbageface, all music, and feature verse on figure eight, by Dastard Hand. additional vocals on Old Blue Eyes and additional bass synth on Holden Caulfield by jon epworth. mixed and mastered by jon epworth.

thanks for listening.

PRE-ORDER HERE.

LYRIC EXPLODER: TREPANATION I

A. HANDS IN MY POCKETS

HANDS IN MY POCKETS LIKE THE SOMERTON MAN, YEAH I’M ROCKING LIKE A SUMMER SLAM BUT I’M KNOWN FOR MY BUMMER JAMS / NO QUESTION, JUST JESTYN, I’M A COLD BLOOD COLD CASE COLD WAR CODE BREAKER WITH THAT SLEIGHT OF HAND / NO I.D. NO LABELS NO REGRETS, RUMINATING ON A RUBAIYAT THAT HASN’T BEEN TRANSLATED YET / TRANSLATION? MANG YOU SHOULD NEVER CARRY YR REGRETS THEY CORRODE THEIR CONTAINMENT / IN THE END ALL YOU HAVE IS A BOX OF MEMORY REMAINING LIKE AN UNTAPPED VEIN: TREPANATION.

B. STEP ONE (BARRAGE OF CERTAINTY) [EXCERPT]

DON’T PISS ON MY FACE AND SAY IT’S DON’T PISS ON MY FACE AND SAY IT’S DON’T PISS ON MY FACE AND SAY IT’S DON’T PISS ON MY FACE AND SAY IT’S RAINING BLOOD LIKE A SLAYER RIFF / JUST BE FUCKING HONEST ABOUT YR INTENTIONS AND DON’T FORGET TO MENTION ALL OF YR DETENTIONS A SIMPLE CALCULATION OF A QUOTIENT A PERCENTAGE / OUT OF A HUNDRED I’D GIVE YOU A PASSING GRADE I’D GIVE YOU A LATE PASS (STEP) / IF YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHAT MAKES A MAN MELT JUST READ ME YR DIARY / READ ME MY RIGHTS IN A WHISPERTONE LIKE A TRAP CAUSE I’M HOME ALONE / IT’S CHRISTMAS I’M GIFTLESS I’M ANGRY I’M TIRED I’M HUNGRY I’M WIRED I’M CONFUSED I’M ENTHUSED I’M WORKING TOO MUCH, I’M SPEAKING TOO MUCH / I SHOULD SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN MORE…

C. AS A MATTER OF FACT, I’M THERE RIGHT NOW

D. TREPANATION (THEME)

E.TYPES OF MEMORY

ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT / YEAH ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT RIPPED FROM THE GRIP IN A QUICK SLIP / IT’S AMAZING HOW QUICK THINGS DIP AND SHIT BRICKS LIKE A WRIST FLICK PENDULUM SWING SWANG SWUNG AND MIXED CRISP / YEAH DRILL TWICE BITTEN ONCE SHY BONE DRY AND AS A MATTER OF FACT / THE FOOTAGE DON’T LIE EXCEPT WHEN IT DOES (ALL THE TIME) / I PREFER MY MEMORY LIKE I PREFER MY SURGERY: TAKING OUT THE WORST OF ME AND BURSTING FORTH THE PERJURY / SO WHEN I DIE, BURY ME INSIDE AN IDEA / BURY ME IN THE BACK OF SOMEONE’S MIND UNTIL ONE DAY THEY WAKE UP WITH MOUTHS ECHOING OR IS IT EYES WATCHING OVER EVERYTHING WATCHING OVER EVERYTHING / EYES EVERYWHERE WATCHING OVER EVERYTHING / IS IT MY IMAGINATION OR DOES IT FEEL LIKE WE’RE FADING EVERY DAY, IN AND OUT OF PHASE UNTIL / FACE FIRST INTO A PLACEMAT – DINNER’S RUINED / SOMEONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE – SINISTER TUNE / SIRENS SCREAMING SIREN SONGS INTO A COLD NIGHT / KEEP WALKING MOTHERFUCKER, WALKING UPRIGHT / AMIDST RUINS, A RED BALLOON HARBINGER… IT HAD THE IMAGE OF A SKULL AND CROSSBONES ON IT / AND IN MY VISION A DULL ACHING WANT FOR SOMETHING SUPER SCIENTIFICAL LIKE A SKULL BALLOON / SOUND OF SAXOPHONE ECHO IN THE DISTANCE AND / HOUNDS HOUNDING ON A LEASH HELD BY A HIDDEN HAND / THAT’S ON BRAND MAN! SICK REFERENCE! BUT MY PREFERENCE IS FOR ANYTHING BUT THE PRESENCE OF THE CLEAREST PLAN / MEASURE TWICE DRILL ONCE CAUSE IN THE END IT’S A ONE WAY TICKET TO PARADISE BEHIND YR EYES WITH THIS DEVICE / OR SO THEY SAY AND ONLY THEY SHOULD KNOW WHAT REALLY GOES ON BEHIND CLOSED DOORS AND ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT ZIPPED BY THE TIP OF A DRILL BIT

F. TOTAL RECALL

THINKING BACK TO THE END IS MY ESCAPE WHEN MAP BECOMES TERRITORY / UPSIDE DOWN RIGHT SIDE UP RIGHT DOWN IN IT OOOH STOP READY ESCALATE IT / UNDERCOVER BOSS OF THE LOST BOYS BREAKING OPEN CASE TAMAM SHUD FROM A FUCKING SPACE SHIP I COULD NEVER HAVE I EVER RARE BREED OWNED BRED TO GET RARE BREAD AND SPIT POEMS / MOBIUS STRIP LOOPING CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC MY WORD IS MY BOND BONES BROKEN FUSE BACK UP THERE THERE GOOD AS NEW CAPTIVE UNDER PRESSURE AND PLASTIC.

G. DOING OKAY

H. NEURAL NETWORK

IN THE MARKET FOR ANOTHER MIND / I CAN BE CONVINCED OF ANYTHING WAIT A MINUTE NO I CAN’T TRACK SKIP SNAP AND CRACK / AND I’M NEVER GOING BACK TO THE PERSON THAT I WAS BACK THEN / WHEN I DISCOVERED THE PULSE IN THE PEN / UNDER THE UMBRELLA IS A MAN WHO WAITS TO DELIVER PAPERS TO A HAND WITH HATE / IT’S NOTHING PERSONAL BUSINESS AS USUAL AND IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU YOU’LL GET OUT THE WAY / ALL THE BORDERS FADE EVERYTHING IS GRAY LIVING DEEP IN THE SUBLIMINAL SPACE THAT I CAN READ YR MIND AND ITS BLANKNESS / IT IS A THANKLESS TASK IF YOU HAVE TO ASK / LETTING EVERY DEMON OUT FOR SOME FRESH AIR HAIR OF THE DOG I WAS LIVING STEAM VALVE SHUT DOWN / NOT AN ENDORSEMENT MORE LIKE A WARNING BROUGHT BACK FROM BEYOND / IN THE PROCESS OF ELIMINATION THERE IS NO DEBATE I CARE TO ENTERTAIN I MEAN IT / NEVERTHELESSER OF TWO EVILS FIGHTING EACH OTHER IF ONLY TO BURST INTO FLAMES / THIS IS NO TIME TO BE PRECIOUS WITH RECIPES EAT THE RICH / EVEN THEIR BONES EVEN THEIR EYES ESPECIALLY THEIR EYES WHEN YOU HAVE THE CHANCE DO NOT HESITATE / DELETE EVERY TRACE MAGNET TO THE TAPE / HEARTBEAT IN THE BRAIN AND SMILE UPON THE FACE / PULSATING IN TIME 112 BPM AND DILATED PUPILS FIXED INTO PLACE / LET YR GUARD DOWN AND BE REAL WHILE YR LIVING IT’S THE ONE THING THAT YR GIVEN / TRUTH LIES BETWEEN POINTS ON A MAP AND THAT IS THAT NOW IT’S UP TO YOU WHICH PATH TO TAKE.

I. SOMERTON

J. SUSPICIOUS CHRONOLOGY

AT THE END OF YR LIFE YOU MEET EVERYONE YOU’VE EVER MET AND YOU SEE / THE FUTILITY OF HATRED AND REGRET THE UTILITY OF A FUCKING HARD RESET / SCREEN BLINKING SOMETHING MUST BE BROKEN INSIDE / HIDDEN BY PRIDE SINKING SANDS TOTALLING TIME / HOW HIGH CAN YOU COUNT? HOW HIGH DO YOU HAVE TO GET BEFORE YOU WANNA COME DOWN AND I NEVER MADE A BUSINESS COUNTING ALL MY DOLLARS SO IF YOU WANNA STAY BROKE AND REAL FUCKING HOLLER ATCHA BOY / IT’S NOT A PLEA FOR MORE FOLLOWERS LIKE A CULT LEADER / WE’RE SURROUNDED BY CHARLATANS / AND I DON’T SLEEP TO DREAM I DO NOT SLEEP AT ALL / I’D RATHER BE SCREAMING WITH MY EYES OPEN AT THE CURTAIN CALL / DEEP BOW THAT’S ALL FOLKS IT WAS ALL JOKES IT WAS ALL JUST SMOKE AND MIRRORS PLAYED BY A BUNCHA RATS IN ONE TRENCHCOAT / YOU MIGHT LAUGH NOW AND THAT’S COOL I DON’T BLAME YOU I JUST CAME THROUGH TO PLAY FOOL AND WALK RIGHT OFF THIS CLIFF I SAID / WALK RIGHT OFF THIS CLIFF AND I AIN’T NEVER COMING BACK AGAIN / WANNA STOP ME? BRING ONE TANK TWENTY HORSES AND ONE HUNDRED MEN / YEAH I’D RATHER DIE ON MY FEET THAN LIVE ON MY KNEES PLEADING FOR MY FREEDOM LIKE I’M NOT A FUCKING KILLER BEE / AND WHEN MY TIME COMES I’LL PUT ON MY SUNDAY BEST THE EULOGY WILL SAY HE ALWAYS DRESSED TO IMPRESS / BUT NOT YET I’M NOT DONE WITH THIS MICROPHONE I STILL HAVE A STRONG DESIRE TO BE HEARD AND THEN LEFT ALONE BEFORE I RETIRE TO A CABIN IN THE WOODS SEWING NOTES INTO MY POCKETS AND THEY ALL SAY TAMAM SHUD YEAH / GOOD GRIEF MOTHERFUCKERS ACTUALLY THINK THAT THEY’RE ON TOP OF THE GAME WHEN THEY’RE JUST IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST AND HEY / I GUESS IT’S COOL THEY’RE GETTING PAID TO BE EATEN AND WEAKENED AND MANAGED SPUN SPIN AND RINSED AND PUT ON DISPLAY / HEY I GUESS IT’S MORE THAN I CAN SAY / ALL I GOT IS MY HANDS FREE TO FEEL AND FIND MY OWN WAY OUT OF THIS CAVE / I’LL MEET YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE YOU CAN DROP THE GOLDEN HANDCUFFS AND THEN WE MOTHERFUCKING RIDE / TILL THEN HEAD LIKE A HOLE IN THE POURING RAIN YOU EVER GET SO BROKEN YOU WONDER IF YOU’LL EVER BE WHOLE AGAIN? / THAT’S A PREREQUISITE FOR WAKING UP ON THE BEACH WITH BOTH HANDS IN YR POCKETS AND A MOUTHFUL OF SANDY TEETH AND / NEVER MIND I’VE ALREADY SAID TOO MUCH I’M GONNA SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO CLEAN UP AND IT BECOMES WORTHLESS / BESIDES IF THERE’S ONE THING THAT I KNOW IT’S THAT THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE WORDLESS / SO DO YOUR WORK AND STAND BACK: THE PATH TO PEACE / I DIVE DEEP SO I CAN SPEAK TO THOSE THAT’S FUCKING CAUGHT BENEATH AND AT THE END OF EACH DAY / THOSE WHO SAY DO NOT KNOW AND THOSE WHO KNOW DO NOT SAY.

garbageface 2018 year in review / thee 2019 almanac

YEAR IN REVIEW:

total shows played: 17 (lowest number of shows since 2012!)
total garbageface shows to date: 317
new songs written/recorded: 23 — 10 for the full cut of PELAGIC, 3 songs with Wolfagram (part of a forthcoming release), 6 songs with Dastard Hand (also for a forthcoming release), 1 song with Jon Epworth (also part of an EP), 1 beast of a 21min song in TREPANATION I, and 2 other pieces that don’t have homes yet.
coffee cups drank: ~600 (holding pattern)
cars exploded: 0 (holding strong, still)

THE ALMANAC:

true to my word, i spent the bulk of 2018 in some kind of recovery mode. after the closure of the spill, and a very emotional tour with my homie Cold Eye, i retreated into my shell for the year. kind of. i still managed to release a new album / photo book entitled PELAGIC, as well as a 21min exploration of the brain with TREPANATION I. in addition to those two, i laid the groundwork for several other releases, including one that is pretty much done, another that is halfway to something, and another few that are still mosaics waiting to be assembled.

in addition to spending a lot of time writing this year, i managed to squeeze in 17 shows. i also spent the entire month of August trying to help build some community spirit and discussion through an artist residency that turned into a month-long festival. it was called Quality Of Life, and for me, it was one of the most intense engagements with with city’s arts scene i’ve ever been a part of. over the course of one month and 22 events, i got to host so many fucking awesome artists in one place. Evans Contemporary, the kind venue that hosted me for the month, is now closed.

2019 is the tenth year of garbageface. it feels really strange to say that, so i’ll say it again: 2019 is the tenth year of this whole fiasco.

i’m looking to get back on the horse this year, and when i say horse, i mean, the beast that is touring. i’m hoping to book some type of celebratory 10th year anniversary tour, and as with my last proper tour with Cold Eye, i hope to bring my show to venues that are not your typical music spots. more on that soon.

as far as musical releases and plans for 2019, there are a variety of branches on this tree, and i feel good about all of them. that being said, i’m not going to telegraph any of them here as i usually do. i want to give them the space to breathe, grow, and solidify. if yr a true garbagehead, you probably already know what they are. if yr a casual observer, there will be surprises in store.

oh, and in case you haven’t noticed, i’m revamping my website.

last year i ended off the almanac by discussing some of the ways that i felt that social media was corroding our relationships with ourselves and between artists and their supporters. this year, i hope you take some time to read a twitter rant i wrote about the same type of thing, but aimed at music rental platforms. it’s not as long, but i feel just as strongly about it.

apart from my opinions and rantings and activities as “garbageface,” i hope that above all, you are surviving and becoming more of who you want to be every day.

xo,
garbageface.