05​/​2010

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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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Track Name: Ours is Expanding Light
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
Track Name: Barack Oblamma
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
Track Name: Babylon Sugar
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
Track Name: I Get the Contortions
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
Track Name: 40 Days and Nights
Christ he died and was born again
but he had to come back to start the party again
but he had to come back to French kiss Magdalene
Christ he died and was saved from death
but he wanted to know if you and you was left
but he had to take it back to Bethlehem

40 days and nights
he's preaching to the real niggas
and weeding out the fake niggas
but every single fake nigga
is fronting like he's a real nigga
and Thomas keeps on doubting
and Peter keeps on whining
and Mary keeps assuming
that soon she'll be assumpting

What a drag it is getting old

It's end times here in Bethlehem
Track Name: My New House is Your Old House
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)