1. |
Read [live demo]
04:37
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Read, but don’t explain.
Seek to understate.
Work your brain to store
Now use it; that is what it’s for.
I saw the arrow put down.
I saw the scarecrows astound
Look to North when not in sight
Tie the knot until it’s tight
Step into the river twice
Redefine this debated life.
I saw arteries blocked
I saw the pheasant’s eyeballs pop.
The trickle left from the frost
Mixes with money the sun has dropped
I’m not complacent; I react, I resent
This film adjacent to reason, to freedom.
I think I missed my calling, it’s the end, it’s the end
Of this purposeless falling, I relent, I relent.
Sometimes I think I missed my calling
Other times I think my calling’s right here
It’s time to resist philosophical wanderings
And resign myself into a profitable career
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2. |
Funhouse [live demo]
04:06
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As we move
From a culture dominated
by language to one next door.
Where your cues
From visual literacies policed,
This world of course
Provides an alleyway for your tiny eyes
That shine so terrible I can’t look away from them
They are pendulums.
As we were
In an alcove hibernated
Yet fated, a child we bore
These voices blur
In a language to be translated
Verbatim
And taught as lore.
I don’t like these mirrors in this funhouse
But I can’t resist these hypnotic conveyor belts
That move me up
Not too fast
Towards the mouth
That closes shut
Behind my back
And spits me out
Who will choose
To be so advantageous
And courageous
To save us from ourselves
As we move
From a culture dominated by sadists
To…oh do tell?
I don’t like these mirrors in this funhouse
Yet I can’t resist these hypnotic conveyor belts
Hold it up
Reflect it back
Throw it out.
Push me once
I hear your laugh
Show yourself.
So terrible I can’t look away…
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3. |
Lullaby [Studio]
03:25
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Fix yourself in your room, candy-mouth
The moon is just a tooth, waiting to fall out
Of the sky inside of your head, purple-red,
Where we sleep entombed in our beds, like the dead.
I want the truth.
In silver sounds
From lips dark blue
Breathing out
Hold the candle’s orange flame, it’s a game,
That I can’t remember your name. What’s your name?
But I love you.
In silent clouds
Or when your cocoon
Emits sounds of…la di da dida dida la-da
With your perfume
I need no compass
There are so few
Who speak for all of us.
Then in a boat built for two, me and you
Will sail away from the bloom of our youth.
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4. |
Era [live demo]
05:25
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I can think. I can feel. I’m alive.
I’m extinct. I’ve congealed. I have died.
In the ground, under rock, in the ice
I will wait, fossilized
Until men with covered eyes
Brush off fragments of this patient life
And collect them in bags tied.
I awake to find that
I’m in a housecoat all alone.
Was I dreaming? Am I whole?
I’m on a table, doors are closed.
There is no movement in this cold.
Convict, then appeal, then deny.
I’ve erased, I’ll conceal, I will hide
In the ground, under rock, in the ice
There’s a race, There’s a hive
Of activity in my mind.
But the stasis of this patient life
Betrays the frenzy in my heart
I can’t escape this museum.
How can I stay here all alone?
Have I matured? Have I grown?
They take pictures, then go home.
Until one day, I am sold.
Then in a crowded cart I ride
While the antique sculptures tear my side
They are zinc. They are steel. And pyrite.
I’m extinct. I’ve congealed. I have died.
What is all this light?
It is pink. It is teal. Then white.
You remade me on your wheel
Emblazon with your seal.
I’m a fake. I am real. I am signed.
I was late. Never here. I’ve arrived.
I’ve arrived.
I’ve arrived.
I’ve arrived.
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Out of her car she sung while walking
Under her arm she held her portfolio
A vender who watched said good luck with applying
Then he pushed his cart to the next corner light
He took his time
Their eyes were mechanical
One poor decision was the start of it all
She picked up her things and
Left repeating under her breath
It’s all for the better
It’s all for the better
It’s all for the better.
Out in the yard she jumped while walking
It was a sight right out of a rodeo
The sun was warm bright but not blinding
So she hung her wash up along the line
She took her time.
Life can be so tangential
One imposition marks the start of it all
And later she came in
Reciting something by Dickinson
Right down to the letter
Right down to the letter
Right down to the letter.
Categories are slipping around
It is an earthquake of insincerity
Killing all that surrounds in this make-shift
Design of faults.
It’s a blanket of tar
Swallowing up the stars
But breathe easy
The answer is mechanical
One more decision is the start of it all
While we discard pretense
And wade through the missteps
There’s no rest.
And nothing kept
And nothing kept
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6. |
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The who, where, when, and why
The silence tight my my
Now doesn’t this make things easier
When one learns to love oneself?
I look at the empty floor
As shadows now furnish my home
United to make things easier
United with my kind
It pushes me back, my dear
The sight of your love all at once
The terror it makes me eager
Pretending just like it once was…
Until I’m thrown right out of my mind
The blues and the greens collect
To paint this canvas divine
and drip down the rain’s pallet
And so I lost my fear of height
to make it back to the sun
I beg your sincerest pardon
I beg your sincerest pun
There’s a hole in your life, your eye
Down one side profile
Cutting back the layers even
Counting the days we have left
To be anxious.
An apple, an onion
Always diversify.
And too anxious
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You and me, we are the “in” the “of”
Society’s serving prepositions
You and me, we are the down the up
Underneath, waiting for all the just
This is not our fight
These are not our wars
These are not our rights
This is not our cause
This is a place I’ve known before
It served me well with much reward
You and me,
The proletariat
The sky, the sea,
The air the cliff the dove
You and me
We are the wound, the blood
Carefully
Spill in all directions
You and me,
The proletariat
The sky, the sea,
These are not our rights
These are not our wrongs
These are but just words
And worth a thousand pictures.
This is a place I’ve known before
This is a place I once called home
You and me
You are me
Sky the sea
These are not our fights
But these are now our wars
These are but just words
And worth 1000 pictures
This is a place I’ve known before
This is a place with much reward
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8. |
Octopus Ink [live demo]
03:14
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I feel tense when you are around:
A sound-bitten collar; a vampyric clown.
I feel tense when you are around in the moonlight.
It makes sense when those you surround
Shroud your heart with their indigo gowns.
It makes sense when those you surround block the sunlight
But you’re so obnoxious
With your quick synopsis
Making thoughts to publish count
In this world of noxious
Insightful options
Pitching words for those without
I feel tense when you are around:
The fragrant breath of a vampyric clown.
I feel tense when you are around in the moonlight.
It makes sense when those you surround
Marinate their hearts with your balsamic nouns
It makes sense when those you surround mock the sunlight
But you’re so obnoxious
With your careful pauses
Which you must indoctrinate
In this world of noxious
Uninsightful logics
Which I can’t articulate
Let up.
But you’re so obnoxious
You’re so synopsis
Making thoughts of verbal gout
I feel tense when you are around:
The pretentious tooth of a vampyric clown.
I feel tense when you are around in the moonlight.
It makes sense when those you surround
Shroud your heart with their indigo gowns
It makes sense when those you surround block the sunlight.
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9. |
Defeat [live demo]
02:43
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He was nothing but a throw back on a razor blade
precious not unlike the gold trimming of a picture frame
Though it took him no time to apply the lamb’s blood on my door
Secretly I did wish that he’d stop and talk until the dawn
I want to tell you
He was at large
I want to tell you
That his face broke my heart
He was nothing but the pull clip of a hand grenade
And the coziness of his last bed it had to be dug by a spade
Since he never called me back, I have no choice but to forever mourn
Though it took him no time to apply the lamb’s blood on my door
I want to tell you
He was at large.
I want to tell you
That his voice broke my heart
It broke my heart
I’m defeated, I’m defeated.
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10. |
Abrupt [live demo]
03:35
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A frozen ball
Dropped at a clip
Moved through the clouds
Unwanted package
Crashed through my roof
Fell in my living room
I put my feet on it
my new ataman
These words, they wanted to fly
But the birds could only deny.
So we’re out of luck
The door is stuck
Your eyes, they’re so uneven.
They’ve lost all there meaning
That is the reason
For this curtailing
I am saving up
to buy a satellite dish
A ball of shit
Dropped from a jet
Missed the ocean, its
intended target
Fell in my house
Fell in my living room
I set my drink on it
And welcomed it in.
These words, they wanted to fly
But the birds could only deny.
So we’re out of luck
The door is stuck
The signal’s cut
It’s so abrupt.
Your lies they are, so much uneven
They do not bare repeating
They’ve lost much of their meaning
And your eyes, they’ve lost all their feeling
They now share in your treason
A look not worth redeeming
I am saving up to buy a
discount chain of motels
in hell.
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11. |
Ultimatum [live demo]
03:29
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Our love's like a brick
or air that's grown too thick
Constricting, constricted
Traded all our dead
I gave oral sex as you're instructing
Instructed
I just nod my head
All this embarrassment of which you were
The heiress bent on greed
Who cares if you succeed?
This simple ultimatum
The coming of the end
And all that this contends
Words built brick by brick
Held in place by spit
The words were red
And reddening
Traded all our dead
The dearly departed and departing
Ceremoniously we march off the cliff
This discombobulated
Feeling that we get
Much like old regrets
For as the sermons stated
This is our Armageddon
But it's not permanent
As long as we repent
hey hey (the clouds are my bricks)
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12. |
Resilience [live demo]
04:42
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Resilience
It's somewhere in me
and you.
Just a little bit angered
Yet this we can resolve.
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owenshire Ontario
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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