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.