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Carrots are Good for Your Ears

by Safety Concerns

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1.
The gunfire won’t stop, But one day my words will Fingers tap the windowsill, Silence has a rhythm fill War is eternal, Poetry is temporary The urgency of that truth, Makes this album necessary I find all music an existential exercise I find all knowing Can become blender sized To make a sound about Is the will to power An inherent lack of talent Makes my notes sour But if you can find it If you can muster the doubt Find a flaw in the structure Put the whole idea out But if you can find it If you can muster the doubt Find a flaw in the structure Put the whole idea out Just one tiny crack And the whole song’s toast Be wary of the description of the whole Be wary of the comprehensive theory Postmodernist blues Postmodern blues A universe growing Or turning more empty A matter of perspective A view to treat gently Eternally concerned but Safety is temporary Uncertainty is whether The cat was Tom or Jerry I rap more fluently When it’s foggy outside Blender mind philosophers Can never be surprised Stopped the beat in a panic Unable to un-pause this Songs titled nonsense Cause I lack confidence But if you can find it If you can muster the doubt Find a flaw in the structure Put the whole idea out But if you can find it If you can muster the doubt Find a flaw in the structure Put the whole idea out Just one tiny crack And the whole song’s toast Be wary of the description of the whole Be wary of the comprehensive theory Postmodernist blues Postmodern blues
2.
Piss striker checking out Forward bow to pay respects Simply put your going next To a book with large text Casually setting aside Reading glasses hurt my pride Ready to start a meeting With fifteen four to fives That’s just the day to day Pray for me if you may Won’t change my perspective Give the bad vibes delay Tasteful use of circle time Stretch our backs to align Shake out a caterpillar Magnetic train rail line Earbud burrowing deep Intensity more growing Unease enveloping Anxiety is all knowing Lead aide for lemonade Sugar solution stand I juice squeeze I can Explain taste sour lab If you can hear my voice put your finger on your nose If you can hear my voice wiggle nine of your toes Reform with applesauce Regain your lost crisscross Play whack a mole endless Chalk it up to a loss Never bit a child back But today has me wondering Would unemployment pay If I did that blundering Calm down Julian You’ll be okay It’s just a 20 minute circle Three and half times a day About which stories to keep And which you need to drop If you read the Lorax again I’ll be giving you the chop Susie’s fresh foster pop Is totally NRA Privatize the whole lot Make someone else pay Powered biscuit joiner To my fake flimsy femur Powered biscuit joiner Make me more meager Sometimes to get the kids attention I have to cut myself down a notch Powered biscuit joiner To my fake flimsy femur Power biscuit joiner Make me more meager
3.
Slime Pond 02:23
Through a deep slip into a full submersion Internal conflict of the ideal version Pistol wiggle like a noodle wave fool Reflection is best as a self improvement tool Should have gone to school for something smart Building bridges law learning or making better art Nope. Just the same basics with Descartes Myth: that UC degree will pay hard Busted. But consider me enriched A leftist elite that’ll make O’riely bitch Nobody safe from the day grinding on So I take another dip in the slime pond But that turtle Yurtle’s fucking everything up Systematic stacking tipped my slurppee cup Which was keeping the cool ice on my dull cheeks Have had a locked tight jaw for twenty six weeks Every minute of sleep I consider a gift Bartering for more but I keep getting stiffed Let the printer buzz monthly fax report Message from Jin negotiations were short Subtle breeze with the palm trees please Proper flowers for native bees bumble lead Subtle breeze with the palm trees please Proper flowers for native bees bugs breed The slime pond is for mediocre meditation An approximation of a mindful sensation Yes you can muddle amongst your faults At the cost of rubbing your fresh wounds with salt Blurry eyed, hardly tried, curly fries, empty sigh Looking for a chest piece with a greater ply There is a persistent troublesome inconsistency That occurs when I say rather insistingly Subtle breeze with the palm trees please Proper flowers for native bees bumble lead bumble lead Subtle breeze with the palm trees please Proper flowers for native bees bugs breed subtle plead
4.
Mr Joe prior to a snakebite Tuesday night everything all right all right Joseph in his chair next to the spiral stair Snake enters through a cracked wall over there Creeping with such sly yet uncomfortable grace Then coiled themself looking Joe in the face Ankle or hand the snake asked Joe Questioning how the man would prefer to go Why can’t we begin with the devouring Joe said inadvertently overpowering The snake’s dichotomy stedfast and set Replied “I’m might hurt my fragile neck Your unwillingness proves your indecision At this point I should pick your position”
5.
Rocket ship horizon beyond divine We know the glass view is strong this time All guaranteed extra super fun Surely no chance of harming anyone Plus my words have rubber caps Tip toeing atop fuzzy nonslip mats Gor-boe known to drop their shield Hugs more open than any field Although six arms can compress a lot I appreciate their frequent affectionate thoughts Suddenly the space vessel seems to swerve I lose my balance coming round the curve My head hits the glass and I hear a crack
6.
According to google’s dictionary noun: symbol; plural noun: symbols a mark or character used as a conventional representation of an object, function, or process, a shape or sign used to represent something such as an organization, e.g., a red cross or a Star of David. a thing that represents or stands for something else, especially a material object representing something abstract. Hey as a matter of fact I was Eeyore this year for halloween What do you think that was symbolic of Wait wait wait where did I put my tail again Not about to shame game christopher robin At what point did I switch grey to blue And what effect did that change have on you No one bear should have all that honey In this case honey is a symbol for money The worst part about my tail and thin skin Is that it’s barely held in with an old rusty pin The wait is a symbol for aging Dubstep symbolizes my fading The symbols can be both for or of Other people are fancier with their symbols of love Eeyore was a symbol adolescent depression Crows gave rabbit a livid aggression The hundred acre wood was a symbol as well Don’t tell piglet escapism has a tell The donkey is a symbol for meeting The right in an ever changing center The donkey is a symbol for making A fool out of myself commonplace The donkey is a symbol of not knowing The genetic origins of hoofed mammals The donkey is a symbol of me Probably going to call it my spirit animal Wait wait wait where did I put my tail again Not about to shame game christopher robin At what point did I switch grey to blue And what effect did that change have on you No one bear should have all that honey In this case honey is a symbol for money The worst part about my tail and thin skin Is that it’s barely held in with an old rusty pin
7.
Chief gish galloper reporting in because I’m slumped A tuna tackler if I didn’t fear fin and I’m slumped Trash grows micro plastics spread and I’m slumped Introducing a law to deregulate lead get slumped And if the barrage of news has hit you then your slumped May 18 and Santa Fe left me in such a bad slump At the bottom of the barrel what could be found? Our democracy, and Mitch McConnels all the way down McConnels all the way down Piles and piles of dishes but I’m slumped The paper serves equal parts endorphins and slump Wondering what bring a senator’s panic sound? It’s old white men and poorly positioned penis’s all the way down
8.
Notch it up then volume down Crotchety, no fraudster found Speed racer, fullest reverse Count the votes, in Broward first Eat it up, with extra sauce Sweet and sour, tofu is tossed Keep the soy, grown at home China says they have their own Strip the thread glue it in Mix vermouth and low grade gin Pour it out, down the drain Tilt a glass on your friend’s grave Liver aches tied with rope Transplant would be kinda dope Flash repeat, pace my strobe Causing pain, in my frontal lobe Hey Safety Concerns Mister mismatched sideburns Purged from the porous polls Engagement takes it’s toll Rolling with sloppy punches Campaigning free lunches The prequels warned us Democracy dies with thunderous applause Sinking hole in my chest Anxiety predicts arrest Puff belly, to make a joke Raising bridge, for my moat Castle impenetrable Fortress defendable Put up walls, still inside Keep it out, don’t hurt my pride Wool mitten, still in snow Eight critters, stuffed in though Find it quick, don’t start to cry There it is, mismatched in size Heat it up, might shrink a bit Careful to not torch it Like me wool fibers Never relax never relax Still griped at Bush v Gore Wish my vote counted for more California damn it What a conundrum Reflect now, got a big nose Bigger mouth, everyone knows Possessions are not happiness Aggressions are not happenstance Hey Safety Concerns Mister mismatched sideburns Purged from the porous polls Engagement takes it’s toll Rolling with sloppy punches Campaigning free lunches Padmé warned us Democracy dies with applause
9.
Pancake Song 02:06
Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Better batter from up the latter Whisk by hand if that even matters Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Japanese hot cakes are kinda insane Fully fluffy when using meringue Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Something easy focus it’s simple Look for the bubbles listen for the sizzle Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Chocolate good blueberries bad Butter is awesome syrup is rad Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Why look like I asked you a riddle Get some olive oil down in the griddle Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Burner heat is critical to success Pray for the pancake fairy to bless Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Buttermilk is my most preferred base Buckwheat gives me a sad sour face Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cast iron campfire makes for a challenge If they fall there is nothing to salvage Cooking pancakes up on the stove Cooking pancakes up on the stove Then top it with some whipped cream Or maybe even some ice cream Possibly a sorbet I could make these things all day Now that I’ve gone full stack I’ll take one off the top
10.
Buzz Saw 01:24
Burn your knee in hyper gear Longboard slipping out of sight Losing skin on pavement dude Though your brain is still in flight Tranquil in the stop of motion Canines ache adjust your bite Anticipate the negatives Of skipping safety gear tonight stop to pause Crayons melting in my veins Chalk is better for concrete But I’m pumping wax for days T-posing praise the sun To pierce smoke with it’s rays Envy for the cat at lounge Lofty with it’s gentle gaze water puddles show Depressions that line the road Never know what divots form When you poke and tease and goad Bomb bumble bee bring pain Besting bikers in their lane •breathe• a quarter note Let the world know my name It’s safety no it’s Julian Say it: Hamilton Faulkner Regal sounding I admit No relation to the author Steady as the ship sails on Through the twisting waves Polite to a fault when I Awkwardly ask for some praise I used to put nose to the grindstone But now I put my brain to the buzzsaw
11.
Booster 00:53
Just make me one single promise That when the time comes And you are in the position of a guardian You will use a booster seat for the child Not to make any assumptions Or to pass judgement on anyone unfairly Just a unburied sorrow that My small friend might come and play If I wasn’t the only one with safety concerns that day
12.
Words are being extracted out like Whole milk made from mechanical utters I make them mumbled up and muttered From all across the dinner table I had a point once but it tumbled wayward Akin to possums lying on their backs I should have more carefully cover my tracks All circles presupposed they’ll end where they begin Nothing’s gonna change my world Nothing’s gonna change my world Nothing’s gonna change my world Nothing’s gonna change my world
13.
Jazz-Sword 00:58
Splintering the hairline bit Cracking where the bad bat hit Safety is irrelevant Tea party with an elephant Gladly shoot my own damn foot That left one lacks purity Your white picket fence Is the illusion of security Back with that ill sinus Giving wild grapes to Linus Guaranteed delivery Missed and well behind us Wrote these rhymes while Waiting for a skateboard This song might be about Waiting for a skateboard Jazz-sword straight to your heart Jazz-sword swing it’s art Flabbergast-er silent Hyper-violent story arc Pampering my tendencies Towards polite conversation Eye contact met with an Immediate reservation Jazz-sword straight to your heart Jazz-sword swing it’s art Bury your hilt blade side up Take four steps back then make a big jump In any direction of your choosing The skateboard not here yet
14.
Exit Polls 01:01
Parking lot rhymes for an underpaid meter Lacking the attributes to be thought of as a leader Racing tendencies subverted i’m a subpar speeder Electronic reader as the page scrolls exit polls Show I lampoon myself for a cheap lol stroll Through the hermit crabs sand is dirt cheap Unless you rent a house on it for even a week Safety concerns tragically already hit his peak Leaked from the mothership cause Gor-boe took a hit Lit the hull cracked from an asteroid belt attack shift In gear Never fear the classic everyday doom ride While shielding from static down the play slide
15.
Corner out by river street Close to end experience Longboard disintegrating From that man’s foolishness I waited my turn to cross The signal was good to go Patience for pedestrians I don’t want to die bro Ever feel like existence Is awareness of tragedy I give the largest portion To myself then Cassady But everybody wants a piece I got to give out a slice Cut a slab of Julian To go with your beans and rice Poverty line is high raps Rap like green Mario Telepathic mindfulness Of auras slight Lucario Presently is a word I don’t t use very often Perhaps employ it more While resting in a coffin I know it doesn’t work like that Cut my toe off with the hacksaw Shh shh Shh shh Cut my toe off cut my toe Let the world know It’s safety no it’s Julian Say it: Hamilton Faulkner Regal sounding I admit No relation to the author Steady as the ship sails on Through the twisted waves Polite to a fault when I Awkwardly ask for a raise I used to put nose to the grindstone But now I put my ear to the hacksaw Well It’s time to Van Gogh

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released January 14, 2019

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