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05​/​2010

by SPRCSS

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1.
This is my Sunday This is my Sunday It’s not your Sunday a sun is belly full This is everything This is everything It’s not your thing a very slippery being Where’s the Sphinx’s nose? Where’s the Sphinx’s nose? Who took the Sphinx’s nose afraid of Africans That’s a lovely head That’s a lovely head That’s a lovely head you’ve had for thirteen million years The living heart is a hole The living heart is a hole The living heart is a hole into the ground a million miles This is everything This is everything It’s not your thing a very slippery being
2.
Them that's hanging they guts out We gonna scrutinize figure they guts out and them that's hanging they nuts out we gonna ask where's the guts for us to puzzle out? and in this way we will say who's a citizen and in this way we will know who'll be back again Them that's bringing the people out will be forced to remember the people but them that ain't turning the party out will be smothered in lime by the people in the end Them that's building the building out are the architects that the building's about and them that's putting up and putting out are identified by the cuts on they mouths by them that's flailing they arms about I declare you're born to rock roll rock roll all the time It's your time to rock roll rock roll all the time
3.
Fuel on the wind the fuel on the fire Flame by the lamp and the flame by the wire The wind on your back and the wind on your face While your mouth (comma) mistook your bread for your face Head of the ham strung up on the screen Calling death to the pelvis and death to your spleen Death to your organs and death to your head Death to the heart and death to the deadly So now there’s fuel on the wind there’s fuel on the fire There’s flame by your lamp there’s flame by your wire There’s wind on your back and there’s wind on your face while your mouth (comma) mistook your bread for your face I catapult the taking and the leaving of the air The person in knots is not leaving of the air By way of the air by way of the land By way of the head that hangs from your hand, we Shake off the clock we shake off the tin Shake off the shell that shelters the skin The skin on your face is the skin on your back The skin on the underside of attack them The eye on the moon the eye on the sun The eye on the moon the eye on the sun Eye Snake in the grass, egg by the snake, Tree by the hawk, hawk by the snake, The man by the hawk the hand on the rug The tongue in your mouth is the salt by the slug and The god in the grain is the rain in the sky The glass in the rock is the gun by your side The millions a millions a millions in need The one times one times one with the seeds They can’t afford the taking and the leaving of the air The sucking of the sky on the burning of the ground While the vampire-ship never reaches the shore And the passengers throw their bodies over board The eye on the moon the eye on the sun The eye on the moon the eye on the sun There’s a knife inside the sack of that sugar There’s a knife inside the taste that it brings There’s a knife inside the sack of that Babylon sugar You’ve got to hear the sound of that sugar Hear the bell that it rings Eye I
4.
Well I live inside of nowhere I live inside that Well I live inside of nowhere I live inside that ‘Cause when I live inside of your head and I can’t deny that Then it gives nothing to me and I give nothing back When it gives nothing to me I give nothing back But I can see the way your eyes they try to split me up and down my back And I have got a good idea about the fire that you hide inside of that I want to give something to you and get nothing back It makes me want to give something to you to get nothing back Well I see the night spreads upon your back And I can see the way the nightmare spreads upon your back And when it climbs all over me and I’m inside of that I want to give I over to you to get the I back I want to give I over to you just to get the I back Love the night before the eyes see Below the sun and just above your knees Clever little words that you say to me Planned, plotted, held preciously Don’t have a voice so they fall aimlessly And we drop whatever covers the skin on our bodies The understood underneath the holy Holy Holy Shake Holy Shake Holy
5.
I am the wife of the fight tonight will be a recorded night of note Mention to your bed: I’m in your mansion upset that you have left for good Feel a sense of…feel a sense of…I feel a sense of your… I feel this house is mine—think I’ll just take your house—think I just took your house (with both my hands) Making a silhouette's always much difficult when you’ve had half a life Building a fire makes all of us worry that this light will catch your eye I feel this shirt is…I think I’ll take it…I think I just took your tie I think we’re even don’t—care I think you’d agree—that I am all right (with both my hands) We are four more than you’d like to know in your bed can you see breathing Last night we talked about in between all your doubts love for the world it burns We hit an empty…we are an empty…I think this boat is now free Thank you for understand—ing our friends lives are in—between the breathing (slip of our hands) Watch how we earth our hand deep inside every & how we are heaving Legs over arms over heads your eyes blink instead like begets like begets love We feel we’re ancient. We are the ancient. Let all my accents fly 'Cause we climb over your fence to climb over your face to climb over a burning sun (with both our hands)

about

This album took many years to put together. Some songs stretch as far back as 2003.

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released May 16, 2011

Recorded May 2010 at Inner Ear Studios by Don Zientara and Ian MacKaye who acted as producer. TJ Lipple mastered this record.

Players: Bob Doto, Daneil Mazone, Justin Moyer, Aaron Leitko.

Cover art drawings and design by Bob Doto and Becky Carter.

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