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Songs In The Key Of Mountain (2004)

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1.
You wait ten minutes but who’s counting It’s not like you had plans to do Rather than stand straight, I’m crouching Must you take that now too? What I hate I had to wear my jacket tied around my waist I broke the pact Under scrutiny because I got attached And if I jumped off of a mountain Would you jump off of one too? I drank from your estrogen fountain And now you would deny me proof. What I gave They put their trust in me so I guess I should behave What I thought Caught me unprepared is exactly what I got What I made My best caricature is the shell of an egg If I jumped off of a mountain Would you jump off of one too? If you do then who will come to me after? And that seems to be the greatest truth So I am glad That your healthy disposition hardly renders you mad What I’m not Is after your innocence when you tell me to stop You find the images attractive Impressionable so what do you do I’m blushing now because I’m flattered Is that what you want?
2.
So still the sickness it stays It’s a long, long way to the opera At the pit of my stomach Smoldering meat that remains all raw Through the round-rim glasses at the bottom of The ocean. Come Santa take one on your knee Take another on the side of your jaw I might like to watch you bleed And let the glaciers of missions thaw I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach It won’t go away, then I see her thigh Whenever I get to start forgetting I’m always reminded anyway And then I get the urge If I want a bit of pleasure Then I must endure the surge Of boredom to come afterwards. Sacrifice. No one hassles without the slightest motion. Notions I’m unaware of. The insects. Don’t make fun of me And don’t make light of this I don’t want to take the risk Coming over me like a sleepy mist From the ocean. The mellowness mixed with bile Still produces a smile of unfailing devotion Can a man cry and love another man Rule until we die. What are you saying? He tried his best. He was a friend. I have some more. Let it wash over. I don’t have anymore. Don’t make fun of me and don’t make light of this I feel let down. I wear a frown. I sleep with my head under the covers I get uptight. Girl that I like. Butterflies in my gut. Go to the washroom. Never hung out or went around Yet I make plans for the future I learned today about a guy. He can’t walk proud. It’s his street too. Girl in my eye. She don’t like me. I wish that I was in a cheap movie.
3.
Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall Maybe I don’t want to grow up at all Maybe I don’t want to grow up free Maybe I don’t want you to grow up through me Because there’s much more than ghosts in my head Making me sick to my stomach Making my face turn blood red Telling me all that I wasn’t I’m in awe Of this medicine ball I’m distraught With this particular cause It’s in all of us We are the mannequin dolls And I’m at odds With these inherited flaws Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall Maybe I don’t want to lift up this medicine ball Maybe I don’t want to grow up clean Maybe I don’t want to dream these repetitive dreams Because there’s much more than hope in my head Making me sick to my stomach Making my feelings regress Feeding this all with my silence I’m in awe of this medicine ball I have seen all of this Somewhere before I can’t stop these petty insults I can’t stop these competitive thoughts Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall Maybe I don’t want to grow up at all Maybe I don’t want to grow up clean Maybe I don’t want to dream these repetitive dreams I’m at odds with this Medicine ball I’m at odds with a benevolent God I’m at odds with these repetitive flaws You are a doll You are a mannequin doll
4.
A belt of characteristics It may not be much But it’s all that I’ve got How can I make a difference? My head is under My bed is under This grip of vicious teeth The corner store down my street It may not be much But it’s all that I’ve got This stone is dry My honor is dry And I want to know why I want to know just what I’m missing The lower step near the bedroom creaks And it may not be much But it’s all that I’ve got I lost my wallet How in this world can I get money? How in this world can I get lucky? How in this world can I get lucky? A memory washed of all things obscene A running night’s catch of all things I dream It’s not much, but it’s all that I’ve got I, I’ve got a plan I just need a little support here A little support here And you You’re my only fan I just need a little support here You were the only one I’ve got a plan And now it’s the only one You were my only one I, I’ve got a plan I’ve got a plan I’ve got a plan You, you took no action You take that back You take that back
5.
Oh, June aids my sleep Promises I must slave to uphold the keep The water here has grown to seep Don’t kick me where I breathe Don’t kick me where I breathe I don’t care you fucking fools You’ll break my back to bend your rules Let them drown in bloody pools But miss me when I leave The scavengers come near And whisper in my ear Persuasive enough to make it clear That there’s nothing else to fear Except the evil thoughts to steer Oh, the scavengers Oh, you scavengers I believe Racial trends I’ve known deceive This congress that I so well weave The wants before the needs Take them now they’re going fast While people shout they’re free at last With little doubt outside they’re cast And tallied on my sleeve And tallied on my sleeve Into Hades that smoldering heat Where bones so white do pass and bleach I will follow in their lead And answer to this machine now. But miss me when I leave
6.
You never let me have one Said I wouldn’t take care of it You never let me have my own way You never let me have my own way Have my own way You never let me have my own way I wanna, he wanna, I wanna, he wanna, I wanna He wanna, I wanna, But you never let me have one Said I wouldn’t take care of it But I proved you all wrong; I have it You never let me have my own way You never let me have my own way Have my own way You never let me have my own way.
7.
I rescued a bird and I think it felt better than me. (Deprivation of air. I made a killing.) Melted the carpet through my soliciting (The house is very dirty) The Partisan cloud was free floating through my Red Sea. (Where are you now? It’s all left to the Ivory) And you dressed the wound so it looks so much better, it smells so much better, it feels so much better. Why are you so able now? When I write it I don’t like it. And that’s enough. Thanks a lot. He grasps the plot ‘cause he thinks so originally (but my letters never arrived) Hold that thought, I think I hear a soft subtle plea. (Which one of us has the mercy?) I called from work and asked for extension 903. (The voice was robotic, distant and always phony) Instructed them all with logic and hard imagery. (The next one to cry is the next one to die, no acting) When he goes home he attacks the next thing that he sees. (You make it all worthwhile when we conceive) And you dressed the wound because it looks so much better, it feels so much better, it smells so much better. Why are you so stable now? When I write it I don’t like it You only cry when you’re frightened You only believe when you’re frightened That’s enough. Thanks a lot.
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hey, hey why so angry?
9.
Hey, hey, why so angry? I, I fell in a goldmine You, you covered it up And there was nothing left to know. This, this, this is a sudden Turn, turn, turn of events now I, I struck up a match but There was nothing left to show This time you’ve gone too far My air supply is cut off And there’s no room for talking Well who the fuck do you think you are now? Scream, but screaming is not the answer I’m, I’m feeling so stranded. You, you, opened your hands but There was nothing left to show In here there is no light but There, there, there’s many metals I, I feel sentimental But there was nothing left to take I want nothing from you You meant nothing to me I’ve had enough of this I can’t help but express my distaste now I want nothing from you You’ve taken something from me I can’t replace this Yet you sit at home and polish it I’m not stopping Until you start acknowledging All the heartache that I’m cataloguing. Well how can you ignore this now?
10.
Cold stares and a nice blue jacket you get me everytime, you get me everytime I don’t know why I’m always the jackass you get me everytime, you get me everytime A frozen thought and a no-slip ratchet you get me everytime, you get me everytime Forget a friend, I am only an attachment you get me everytime, you get me everytime La di da. You get me everytime Do I really need your ambition to make an informed decision? All at once you became so demanding you get me everytime, you get me everytime It’s gotten so I don’t know what I’m defending you get me everytime, you get me everytime I always found your little ways so immaculate you get me everytime, you get me everytime I see them tarnished, reduced to a sack of shit you get me everytime, you get me everytime You get none of it. La di da. You get me everytime You have the right idea but your execution isn’t very effective. And I truly believe all you really need is a little guidance now.
11.
How I spent my summer vacation was a lie Bright white sand We’ll eat meat We’ll have fun We’ll get heat In a month It was fun It was grand I put my hand In your hand My vacation was a lie Bright white sand and clear blue beaches that divide I had a boat And it was large Left to repair But it had a hole And I took care Don’t repeat Boy you should have been there My vacation was a lie Rotting fruit and scenery with little flies Crowded markets and souvenirs that I despise But we can’t wait until next year and that’s a lie (that’s not a lie) We’ll eat meat We’ll have fun You’ll be my Number one good night It’s not bleak For two weeks No deceit
12.
As he continues Then I bought some geraniums I bought some uranium I took a trip around the world But you shouldn’t take that from me Cause I wouldn’t take that from you It was only in my head And if my head doesn’t get too big Then maybe the world outside will stay small Small enough to fit in my pocket And small enough to fit in this ego Well not quite that full And not quite that small. But you shouldn’t take that from me Because I wouldn’t take that from you They leave their hearts near the schoolyard Without restraints But nobody steals them because we’re all just good honest people yet I can’t relate But you shouldn’t take that from me Because I wouldn’t take that from you You will never hurt me Love is there to stop you I gouged both your eyes out, because you stopped to stare If you miss me this time Well next time I might not care I have no sympathy for your life’s injuries I’ll scratch your back And you’ll stab mine Everything will be just fine But you shouldn’t take that from me Cause I wouldn’t take that from you You shouldn’t take that from me You will never hurt me Love is there to stop you You shouldn’t take that from me Cause I wouldn’t take that from you. As he continues But you shouldn’t take that from me Cause I wouldn’t take that from you You will never succeed Doubt is there to stop you But you shouldn’t take that from me Because I wouldn’t take that from you You will never hurt me Love is there to stop you
13.
birds flying over ocean
14.
There was a war And past the attack We will come back Our enemies swore But we were on land Linking all our arms Now away from harm We knew that we could dance With a post-modern man Cut out of stone His throat was full of tone This being how he sang And his millennium ran Out my backdoor Into the cold With its head in its hands And winter is cold And the people are colder (the seasons are open) And when you are self-aware There is simply less to be scared of And there was a war Inside ourselves No one could help We simply had to abort But there was a port Not far from here Towards which we steered So we could pin the award On a post-modern man Of our very own We never were alone For this particular span. And this millennium ran Out my backdoor It couldn’t take anymore It had all it could stand Yet this postmodern man, well, he wasn’t sure And the future is sold. And the people they know it. But when you are self-aware No matter the wealth of despair There’s simply less to be scared of…..
15.
You want some I have lots This makes sense This was sudden I thought that love was dead I heard that love was dead Better not kill off the messenger’s note Things seem fine I think too much When you’re gone I feel so untouched I heard that love was dead I heard that love was dead Moved like red leaves in the autumn’s cold
16.
You’re passive aggressive That’s perfectly natural With every impression Non-confrontational I think you’ve had enough time It’s time to give it in Anything unholy It must have been a sin I’ve sat here before and I’ll sit here again I’ll stand when I want and I’ll leave when I can I trust myself but there’s nothing else to do So I’ll sit here again and reminisce of you I want a boat that will not leak (the world went calling) I want a dog you will not beat (and what was answered) I want a sky with rosy cheeks (was unimpressive) The sun was so bright I could barely see light I’ve had enough of today. I saw you before But there is nothing else to say So I guess I’ll save my thought for another day But once I start I miss my mark How to go on is the hardest part For once I start I miss my mark How to hold on is the hardest part For once I start I miss my mark I want a child that won’t make mistakes I want a world not divided by hate I want a snowfall perfectly shaped I heard a bell ring it’s never quite the same The seasons would pass but the memories stayed Now I sit here again with nothing to do The memories are gone and so are you But once I start I miss my mark.. How to go on is the hardest part For once I start I miss my mark (in heaven) How to hold on is the hardest part For once I start I miss my mark (in heaven) How to go on is the hardest part For once I start I miss my mark
17.
I heard your heart beat Oscar Wilde In your breastplate deep. You said don’t weep, my child. Just get some sleep, Because in a while The morning sun will rise as the grief leaves your eyes. As fatigue leaves your eyes As the sleep leaves your eyes. I watched all your dreams the admission was free. Turnstile, it struck my knee on the exit. But my voice wouldn’t shriek I wouldn’t let it. My voice couldn’t speak I would not let it. My voice wouldn’t shriek My face dropped down from its smile I feel right now just like Oscar Wilde. Oscar Wilde. I’ve heard your heart beat Now for miles underneath the sea in your breastplate deep. Just out of sonar reach.
18.
because it's so serene
19.
I say surprise We’re cutting the ties Like syrup from the sap of trees I declare, this doesn’t make sense to me. Can’t understand it. Oh, it’s a magical journey now We take the best parts of a cow And we pickle them so they don’t sour Then we devour. Sweetness gathers flies Snakes don’t close their eyes We do the opposite when we sleep I declare this doesn’t make sense to me Can’t understand it. Oh it’s a magical flavour to taste We take the best parts of the race We tickle them until us they then face Then we replace. Can’t understand it The appendage Of reinvention.
20.
The sun, it took a long, long time to set today. Just like a man who’s approaching death His feet swaying below his neck. Eyes rolled inside his head He sees the entrance He sees the entrance. Yesterday, in a previous state of arrest He was the sun’s first guest. Ain’t that a Son-of a bitch. I say, life’s a dirty trick But now he feels elated He feels elated. I was reading out behind the barn It was a story by Nathaniel Hawthorne The day is already approaching dark And I still have a ways to walk So I know I won’t finish But I’m too proud to give in We were playing near my grandma’s store When we heard the thunder roar and roar. You said you had to piss like a race horse. You said that a pumpkin was nothing more Than a house rats live in. Than a house rats live in. We worked so hard, we worked so hard to maintain this level of comfort. We work so hard to raise our heads In this public that sees they’re encumbered And it’s so wrong that this home of ours Is pregnant with fear, and asunder And I’d stay and fight, yes I would but I find that we are outnumbered. Outnumbered. I used to want to be a sorcerer I walked around a church three times backwards Repeated all the funny and fancy words. Drank a homemade elixer Inebriated, Inebriated You found me asleep in the graveyard You shook me awake using both your arms Your look told exactly from where you stood I said “I’d never leave this place, if I could” You said, “pardon?” You said, “pardon?” We worked so hard, we worked so hard At burning all the remains. Every table, every cradle And now we begin again. It’s this birthmark, it’s this birthmark I used to think it a stain. Now I’m able and I’m thankful To see it outshine the plain; It’s in the right place.
21.
18 and I have a bedtime How does that make you feel? The tip of my foreskin Reading medical textbooks As he guts fish. How does that make you feel? They told me so I really have no problem lying to you My actions And my conscience Are best of friends Pleased to meet you The smell of propane makes me nauseous I don’t think you love me as much as you say You do And I hate the laughter of children Having another…..ahhhhh Another mental…..ahhhhh Another mental……ahhhhh Another mental……ahhhhh I’m not afraid of anything Cause I know the Lord is my guide I know the smell of Cancer And I know the things that you hide I’m not afraid of anything cause I know the Lord is my guide A fire opal in my pocket Give the world an orgasm And it’ll take over itself Killer bees in my shredded wheat I had Having another mental seizure Mental seizure Having another mental seizure Having another mental seizure Mental seizure 18… 18 and I have a bedtime I have a bedtime.
22.
I heard your heart beat Oscar Wilde In your breastplate deep. You said don’t weep, my child. Just get some sleep, Because in a while The morning sun will rise as the grief leaves your eyes. As fatigue leaves your eyes As the sleep leaves your eyes. I watched all your dreams the admission was free. Turnstile, it struck my knee on the exit. But my voice wouldn’t shriek I wouldn’t let it. My voice couldn’t speak I would not let it. My voice wouldn’t shriek My face dropped down from its smile I feel right now just like Oscar Wilde. Oscar Wilde. I’ve heard your heart beat Now for miles underneath the sea in your breastplate deep. Just out of sonar reach.
23.
Tell me why’d you do it Why’d you fucking do it I’m allowed Tell me why’d you do it Why’d you go and do it I’m allowed You’re the bad one I’m the good one Why’d you do it Why’d you go and do it I’m allowed
24.
Breathe, ready, steady, go It’s a cold day in hell. Believe it’s getting, getting old But let’s hope that no one can tell She’s blaming him for every Everything since the first day they fell. She’s hating him for everything And she’ll forgive when it’s a cold day in hell It’s getting colder That was then and this is now Is what he told her. Breathe, ready, steady, go It’s a cold day in hell. It’s raining confetti, yet he Won’t celebrate with the new year’s bell She’s blaming him for every Everything since the first day they fell (in love) She’s hating him for everything And she’ll forgive when it’s a cold day in hell And ah, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older Ah-ha, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older That’s what he told her. That was then and this is now But it’s not over. What have you got to say? What have you got to do? We’re getting older This year’s colder so What have you got to say? What have you got to do? We’re getting older This feels horrible 90% water, we are 80% water, It’s what tears are made of And there’s nothing left to talk about What have you got to say? What have you got to do? We’re getting older And I told you so… Breathe, ready, steady, go It’s a cold day in hell. Breathe, ready, steady, go It’s a cold day in hell. Ah, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older Ah-ha, well maybe you’ll understand when you get older
25.
Hello, it’s me, it’s your best friend. I have something to send to you. It’s warm, it’s here on your best day Not unlike your birthday, too soon. Go on open it up early. It’s yours for eternity You deserve much more than you get I hope that this is not inadequate I thought this was gentle, much less detrimental than a holler. And I will spend all my time forsaken to pine. They all know: you’re wearing my clothes; I carry your picture in my wallet. Go on have all the joy you can muster Your eyes will never lose luster You’re bright like a radiant star And I wish on you from afar. Go on wake me up so early. I’m yours for eternity. You’re my bright radiant star And I never want to depart. I thought this was special, much less detrimental than a promise And we shall travel through time, our lives intertwined Only to fall in the sea, the water will be the perfect cover I love you for all that you are, you’re my radiant star and there’s no other. Go on. Tomorrow is not so early. I’m yours for eternity You shine like a radiant star And I never want to depart.

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released February 13, 2004

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Recorded various dates early 2003 at 75 Christopher Dr. Waterloo, ON, Canada on an old portable Hitachi boombox using various cassette tapes. Slightly mastered.

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Owenshire was born when Robert Muhlbock bought a bass guitar in 1992 and began recording dozens of bass and vocal demos under that name.

Two albums, numerous "live demos," one too-long hiatus and (most importantly) one bass distortion pedal later, Muhlbock continues to release riff-based alt. rock, scattered with lush harmonies and dotted with cryptic and/or disillusioned lyrics.
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