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Yaaaaaaaaawwwwnnn
Yes, wait, no I’m totally up
Like trees up, clouds up, thumbs up, right up
The rooster crows under it’s conscious cowl
Upon a fence with no sense and puns most fowl
Mcmuffin and mcflurry blended into a mcslurry
Punishment for abandoning Auburn in such a hurry
Wait what am I saying again
The waking and the anxious mind often tend
To concentrate on the weirdest aspects of guilt
Focus on my grip of the gunlance hilt
Rhymes with such stilt that foundation was unbuilt
So I hum my prayer universe
Peace to the beetles i meet on my walk
Peace to the graffiti done in both paint and chalk
Peace to the land and peace to the sea
Peace and love for the one always next to me
Peace to the kids who will inhabit my day
Peace to my coworkers and try as we may
To say peace to the ones who will test us most
First peace to my dreams turning to ghosts
Please please five more minutes of sleep
Wait is that coffee over there
You really are the best you know
But your right, it’s time to get a move on
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Morning Peppermint Rush
01:34
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Sleet over the pass
Zinc on my mask
Blazer torn and stained
Razor against my face
Scrapes away the week
Neck bends with a creak
Pat twice on right cheek
Well being well within reach
The slight fraction that remains Sunday
Lives in reaction a response to Monday
Gun play let stray my duty in stardew
Paws more appalling than Bartholomew
Kuma, half apostle half hyped roomba
Robotic approach in stacking goombas
Mechanical grind of electric toothbrush
Gives my morning it’s peppermint rush
Slush melting legs
Coffee my tongue begs
Sinus scrubbed with salt
Overslept my own fault
Props to shower nozzle
Water burns getting hostile
Keys again misplaced
Un-faced increasing my haste
My pace morning readiness an actual race
Redefines the merits of velcro and lace
Grace is no longer our top priority
Fumbles are judged proportionately
To the scoops of a meal replacement shake
Everyday breakfast gets harder to make
Break with the habit stop and inhale
The summer ale has not yet gone stale
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Cartridge Slot
01:30
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Coffee cake making student of philosophy
Frosted flake ranking of tiger impostoring
Dust rot in the cartridge slot
Facial mop is blue hot sterile not
Rocks in my belly shift to help me digest
Tone deaf blabbering of societal unrest
Guess what, the parrot's beak is sharper than it looks
Stress shut, then opened by trickle of a brook
Shook to the core by the collapse of a bough
Released by decay from the inside and how
We decay from the inside and let out abound
Our decay from the inside and spread it around
And patch the cracks with even more damn decay
A family member said Sabo’s dead in the bay
Maybe or maybe not
Maybe or maybe not
It’s a matter of debate or deteriorate the rate
The sine wave synthesizes with the shiekah slate
Pray or send thoughts, or good vibes
Whatever foggy form inaction takes this time
It takes time
It takes time
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While the Earth Turns
02:11
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Massage my cheek to relax my jaw
Already lost three thumbs to the bandsaw
Which makes procuring proper gloves awkward
Overheard by storefront shopkeeping bird
Lrrr from Omicron Persei 8
Is here to demonstrate what I mean by raw hate
Ashes in the storm grate human horn on plate
Seduce or sedate once the harmonies relate
Static with no atoms between our skin
Loud color scheme with crown moulding trim
Skim a lyric sheet as cola stores deplete
It’s a personal flaw to live on repeat
Weep openly to her honest confessions
And if memory is lacking record life’s lessons
Make sure dope doodles dance with notes
Double check songs you made are the one’s you wrote
Scope your own follies with the upmost care
Level oneself aside from fencepost scares
Around the perimeter and just along the edge
Which of your top bets are you willing to hedge
Which pairs of socks are you likely to burn
What will you do as the earth still turns
Where will you go before hitting the urn
What changes will you make while the earth turns
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Gor-boe the alien emerged from the lake
Gave six arms a shake off a past mistake
Thunderous voice bellowing “pineapples grow
With a sponge below hooks under waves below
Gor-boe approached me in the courtyard aside
Traffic and tiles where I spoke with the sky
Grumbling why so much sorrow my friend?
Slumping in your stumble towards the end?
So down, Julian, what is depressing you?
Where do I put the flesh and glue?
I raised a straight finger to above my eye
Gor-boe addressed me with a concerned reply
Saying “When you sing who’s lungs do you fill?
Who’s perspective resonates in respect to skill
Who hears first who’s ears are most close?
Surely thoughts spend most time with their hosts
Not a single effect ever outweighs the cause
And hesitation is wasted giving others pause
In respect to art or false positive starts
Products of when ideas and beginnings part
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Pat pat pat on the back of a napper
Ambivalent attitude a benevolent master
Of midday slump post lunch hump. jump
At the casual suggestion of an injected pump
Of adrenaline for white board lesson misspellings
A flawed presentation in my story book tellings
And readings are not much further along
Should not threaten guests with my heated prong
By fireside or mention how things have extension
Which current beliefs are in need of suspension?
When the lights turn on flash up beam down
What will remain but the spa tape sounds
Pat pat pat on the back of a napper
Look lackluster insatiable snacker
You can bet I guzzle a mocha as well
Enjoy how chocolate and espresso meld
When the caffeine hits
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A Brief Note to Me
00:58
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Ever find yourself just staring at the wall with your mouth slightly open like you dont give any
Ever find yourself just staring at the wall mouth gaping open not giving any fucks at all
Give a fuck about my motorized bubble deluxe
Give a fuck about porter tied muddled crux
Give a fuck about the cost of my enamel decay
Test my luck with flossing but every other day
Notice that plaster wall has continued to peel
Maybe probable cause to ride a beach seal
Under no circumstance do you close your mouth
Get out of bed or think about leaving the house
Note to self transmission over and out
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8. |
How to Catch an Elephant
01:26
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Respect to the tourists who cut the groove
With a katana over five triplets in two
Said the blue socked cardinal
Mocking partial commitment intermittent
Connection to make with over protection
I can’t help but reread the underlying section
Adjust holographic correction in trade
Don’t forget to sort by conditional grade
Spades, hearts, diamonds and clubs
An honest appraisal of the power of subs
And other aquatic machines of war
Wondering what would we need speedboats for
A vaporous cloud emerges the cannonball hits
Sonic died and we did nothing
America died and we did nothing
There are clear delineations, us vs them
But still can’t agree what group is what again
In the Santa Cruz skyline I can see
Implementation of high rent philosophy
On the Santa Cruz streets I can see
Overflow from the shelter of homeless families
Julian’s quick to start yelling they say
Safety’s insecurities are telling they say
But the kids at work they ask and plead
How to Catch an Elephant for a quick circle read
Dodge tropes dawn grey trench coats cross moats
Don’t forget your cake and telescope
Wait no the other end
Problems are perception of the problems at hand
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The Last Hour of Work
03:12
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Drilling split hard mundane
Minutes served this Monday
If there was a tap out button
I’d lunge for and hit it
Patience wained lumbars pained
Swear filter always engaged
But every now and again I just want
To let a horseshit loose
Etched in frame splintered trim
Monthly best I joke again
Twisted thumb carpal tunnel
Swirling hope done the funnel
Let my boat sink this time
Let my hull groan and grind
Last voyage off this vocational coil
Demand my treatment gilded and royal
Start to raise my voice when suddenly
Pause. Breath. Stop. Sit. Think. Whisper
The last hour of work is always the longest
I repeat to myself on a daily basis
Buddy crackers are supposed to crack
That’s why they’re called crackers Jack
The last hour of work is always the longest
I repeat to myself on a nightly basis
Lucy right now my body needs space
You called me Toby and punched my face
The last hour of work is always the longest
I remind myself on a need to know basis
It just school glue of course it comes out
After a session with the shower spout
The last of hour of work is the longest
I remind myself on a frequent schedule
But on the other hand your almost done
A coward’s move to turn face and run
Are you truly completely depleted of fuel
So quick to subvert your patience rules
But how many hands do you have to give
Are you living to work or working to live
That beach street rent won’t pay itself
No choice but put your health on the shelf
Fractured part toe destroyed
Mistake myself for android
Plating sweet flavor wrong
Scattered brain shotgun song
Weightless jump lunar crater
Daydream now escapism later
Easy going fiver with the madness rifle
Bumble my recital of the daycare bible
Start to choke my words when suddenly
Pause. Breath. Stop. Sit. Think. Whisper
The last hour of work is always the longest
I repeat to myself on a minutely basis
Alex your shoes don’t have to be so loud
They’re called sneakers for a lack of sound
The last hour of work is the longest
I repeat to myself on a annual basis
Are you a six o’clock Julian today
Yeah I’m pretty sure it’ll stay that way
You’re a terrible person embrace the darkness
I remind myself as I feel so heartless
How do geometric terms describe time
When can it be a short long or line
The last of hour of work is the longest
I remind myself on a frequent schedule
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Polite request, please dim your lanterns
Excuse me, I must have forgot my manners
Not a wedding planer, but tea time’s another thing
Calling all those who hear the porcelain ring
The silver spoon brings with a gentle drum
Run these frilly napkins that erase glum
And grab a sugar cube, or nine if you prefer
Precisely heated water colored by herbs
Mom take a seat next to Pookey the bear
Share crumble cake because that’s only fair
Dad, there’s plenty of room by Hobbes
Spare spots next to Garfield he’s a slob
Georgia of course there’s a chair for you
With sarah the lead of our stuffy crew
We’ve got earl grey, mate, chai latte
A balancing act a dried leaf karate
Complainer strained by the strainer
Theses topics truthfully pertain to later
For now shortbread cookies are a proper choice
Cracker’s crumbling love cause to rejoice
But I’m getting ahead of myself again
Overextending the light lanterns send
No reason not to never not pretend
I will rest peacefully now
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