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    The Orphan Part 1 Commentary

    The Orphan Part 1 Commentary

    05  I thought we were listening to the thing.

    10  This is still just the Elvis narrator.

    15  Look how big it is!

    20  That's fucking awesome!

    25  Look, a hard topped jeep.

    30  This was always one of my favorites.

    35  I'm in charge.

    40  Let me tell you what there's two dumb rednecks in a Ram next to me.

    45  This a good one too.

    50   Is that ironical?

    55  I made omelets this morning.

    60  Play it at Chuck E Cheese on the jukebox?

    65  Just today.

    70  I watch YouTube sometimes with mi iPad at work.

     

    The Orphan Part 2

    The Orphan Part 2

    THE ORPHAN PART 2

    FORSAKEN
    (inst)

    CRANK IT UP YOU FUCKING WHORES
    Gone for good is what I'm getting
    Death to me's a new direction
    But I want to make myself just suffer
    'Cause shit is all there is
    Wishing crazy to me through the slumber
    Slouching closely to restricted thunder
    Crashed through motionless it becomes laughter
    So crank it up you fucking whores
    Let's talk about it
    The seascape melts into a laughing flower
    Slathered by gynecologic power
    Flowing gushing forth like arms of plunder
    And tripping balls just like the savior
    Crank it up you fucking whores
    Dave - guitar and vocal
    Brian - bass and production
    Wil - drums

    EDGE CITY
    The mushroom cloud is laughing meanest of all
    A nervous breakdown squirting right out my balls
    The seed is spitting it means nothing at all
    I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to crawl yeah
    The ashen necklace of a painted face weeps
    Subconsciously I want to drown in the streets
    Depression's going to take the edge off of me
    I'm peaking now but wait 'til quarter to three
    I'm all fucked up and I don't care
    Fatal nihilistic glares
    I want to scream but I don't dare
    Come on, Edge City, take me there yeah
    I want to masticate a marginal wound
    Explosion sun up a material moon
    Suicide vibes from everyone in the room
    I'm the only fucking guy in the room
    I fucked the wellspring of a ghost
    I spurned the Emperor's pledge to toast
    I'm flying off the glistening coast
    The sand is glass while billions roast
    The spores of death are fleeting ever the just
    I'm at Edge City and I'm starting to rust
    The melting visage of the Rebel King's bust
    The melting mirrors tend to complicate us yeah
    Dave - guitar and vocals
    Brian - bass and production
    Wil - drums

    FEED ME SOME SANE
    All in my mind everyone's blind
    Silence is golden in an everyday bind
    All in my head glad I'm not dead
    Bitterness bubbles up the words that she said
    Morals and time physical crime
    Where is it I can't see it where is the line?
    All in my brain feed me some sane
    I'll lick it up and then I'll shoot my own pain
    Feed me some sane inject my brain
    The golden nectar of a world without pain
    Feed me some sane misery reigns
    A blackness sucks my ankles laughing and slain
    Dave - guitar and vocal
    Brian - bass and production
    Wil - drums

    F&PR
    Fear and paranoia I adore ya
    I'd never even try to try and bore ya
    Keep me entertained I must implore ya
    Fear and paranoia I abhor ya
    Fuck me fuck you too I'm shouting orders
    Senseless rage can't decipher the borders
    Fucking fucks all fucked up and conjected
    Is it extinct, dying or protected?
    Fear and paranoia rule
    Everything's a cartoon to mine eyes
    Stripped of falsehood bravery and lies
    Just enough left over to be despised
    Like a hurricane without a lie
    Fear and paranoia rule
    Dave - guitars and vocals
    Brian - bass and production
    Wil - drums

    HIGHWAY HOME (CANON IN C MAJOR)
    Pachelbel
    Populated isolation love starvation indignation
    Stirring to indecision
    Life is death is right is wrong
    Is precious now but not for long
    Changing through the transition
    If love is hate I can't relate
    Take and give and give and take
    No suicide here concentrate
    Straining for a salvation
    Nowhere's home I been forsaken
    Nowhere's hope so desperation
    Life breath to a redemption
    Highway home to my maker
    I'd love to love the human race
    In an ugly world devoid of grace
    Humanity if just a trace
    Enough already repeal replace
    Sleep where I fall
    Dreams don't come at all to the wicked
    Drop the clip I'm full of spite
    I rest upon this putrid sight
    Standing up for the first time
    For revenge or for elation
    For a love or stimulation
    Let that sucker go for the last time
    Highway home to my maker
    Dave - guitars and vocals
    Brian - bass and production
    Wil - drums

    TIDALWAVES RETURN
    Silent sound means the world to me
    Falling down all around me
    I wonder should I smash that door
    And fly away from my hideaways
    Violent sound seems to make me be
    Triumph around gave the rest to me
    I wonder should I smash that door
    And fly away from my hideaways
    Hideaways don't mean shit to me
    Tidalwaves bring out the best in me
    I wonder should I smash that door
    And fly away from my hideaways
    In the night she stays
    Tidalwaves
    Dave - guitars and vocal
    Brian - bassing, engineering, mixing
    C.J. Johnson - drums
    Ian Burke - mastering

    THE ORPHAN
    Affectation to affection can you find a new direction
    From obliterated years in a lifetime full of tears
    Crawling from the wreckage of forgiven sin
    Oh, sweet addiction, I can't stand rejection
    Well I tried to choose a wish but I hope it don't come true
    'Cause every life's a style, everyone but you
    Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to
    Contrivances breed gloom
    Swooning like a groom with a shotgun in his mouth
    Who's my momma and my poppa?
    Why we never met?
    Even so I ain't dead yet
    Were you hungry or depressed?
    Do I have your eyes?
    Either way your souls are blazing through my skies
    Don't you know that I wrote this for you to listen to
    Affectation to addiction placate fact from friction
    And a lifetime came and went in solitude
    Can you hear me?
    Are you blind?
    Words jump down around around around around
    A quietness
    a whisper
    I wrote this for you to listen to
    Every night the light dims more
    I'm wondering what my life is for
    I feel like a failure and I wonder why
    Something inside says I gotta try
    I'll slide on by
    Well you could say in my life I ain't accomplished a thing
    Maybe a little too scared of what the day may bring
    But come on and try to tell me that this ain't my time
    You can see it in the sunset every single night
    I'll slide on by
    I hoped you'd say when I couldn't find my way
    That you'd be there for me
    Glory is gone
    It never was an option
    What can I say
    It ain't free
    You know I'm scared
    More fragile than a notion
    Afraid of love and trust
    Understand
    Confusion is reality
    I'm overwhelmed
    You and us
    So fuck you all
    You turned your back on someone
    Needing hope and peace
    Go run and hide
    Blame it on rebellion
    That's bullshit, man
    At least
    Suit of armor forged in fires of spite
    Revenge is true violent love
    Don't give a fuck
    Existence is a lie
    From underneath
    And from above
    So go on and leave
    Take your shit and go
    I don't care
    That's a lie
    Leave me be
    Leave me the fuck alone
    Sit on down
    And fucking cry
    I'll slide on by
    Dave Linantud: guitars and vocals
    Brian Lutz: bass, engineering, production
    Andy Och: drums
    Ian Burke: mastering
    Made Hood: cowriting
    Recorded and mixed at Possum Studios

    EPILOGUE
    The future don't look bright
    I can't control my fright
    Something just ain't right
    What can it be
    Mine own hands seek the black
    Run away or attack
    All Hope is gone it's on my back
    And my heavy head
    Oh no
    "The stone is given its existence; it need not fight for being what it is --- a stone in the field. Man has to be himself in spite of unfavorable circumstances; that means he has to make his own existence at every single moment. He is given the abstract possibility of existing, but not the reality. This he has to conquer hour after hour. Man must earn his life, not only economically but metaphysically. ...Things are given their being ready made." Jose Ortega y Gasset
    There's something wrong, something missing
    Something's gone I guess I'm wishing
    It wasn't but it's still insisting
    To be oh
    Dave - guitars and vocals
    Brian - bass and production
    Andy - drums

    The Lovers Part 1 Commentary

    The Lovers Part 1 Commentary

    05  Quick check my anus!

    10  ...And then they kind of go into play.

    15  "To Be a Badass" was on the stuff before me.

    20  My dumb new phone doesn't have one of them headphone prts.

    25  He's an independent contractor who kills people for the government.

    30  I hear he's Jewish.

    35  We can do temporary stuff.

    40  Ah whatever.

    45  ...In a big huge sprawling urban shitscape.

    50  It's like "Purple Rain."

    55  I don't know why I think of that specifically.

    60  ...And then this is different.

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