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AN OBJECT 03:39
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PLURIES 04:49
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TAPE 02:32
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COASTING 03:29
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SILT 08:21

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WHATEVER BRAINS
SORRY STATE RECORDS NO. 77
RECORDED 5/15 - 6/15 IN RALEIGH, NC
TOTAL RUNNING TIME 39:47
ENGINEERED BY W. G. EVANS
MASTERED BY N. PETERSEN
LAID OUT BY N. GOODE
VOCALS ON “SURVEILLANCE BUCKS GONE BAD” BY E. ANDERSON
SAXOPHONE ON “SILT” BY D. MUELLER



AN OBJECT////

IF PRIDE IS A WEAKNESS THEN WE MIGHT BE WEAKEST, BUT WE’LL NOT ADMIT THAT AGAIN. WE CONSTRUCTED AN OBJECT TO TRAVEL THE EARTH AND CONVINCE IT THAT WE ARE GREAT MEN. NOW OUR FRIENDS AND FAMILIES ARE OH SO IMPRESSED, BUT NONE HAVE QUITE SEEMED TO NOTICE OUR ACTIONS HAVEN'T CHANGED, OUR THOUGHTS ARE NO WISER—AN OBJECT JUST SCREAMS OUT SO LOUD FROM OUR CORNER. OUR MACHINE HAS FINGERS AND A MOUTH. IT SLAVES AWAY WHILE WE SIT IN THE GARDEN. ITS CLAPPING SHAKES THE FRUIT FROM THE TREES INTO OUR LAPS. FEED IT ONE COIN EACH DAY, YOU’RE GOLDEN. NOW I’M YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR BECAUSE YOU’VE NOT READ ANOTHER. WE’RE JAMMING UP YOUR MAINFRAME WITH OUR FILTH. NOW WE’RE YOUR FAVORITE AUTHORS, AND YOU’LL NOT READ ANOTHER UNTIL ANOTHER OBJECT STARTS ITS SHIFT. [PUBLICISTS MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND.]



SURVEILLANCE BUCKS GONE BAD////

I’M PLANNING TO PLOT AN UNSPEAKABLE THING TO CHANGE THE DIRECTION OF MAN. IF THEY'RE NOT TOO DISTRACTED AND LISTENING THEN HERE’S A PERFECT CHANCE TO WORK A PREMONITION INTO FACT AND JUSTIFY HAMMERING DOWN RED FLAGS. COME AND SEE ME WHEN I’M FILED AWAY. I’M SURE IT’S LONELY IN THE STACKS, BUT IF YOU’VE READ THIS AND I’M SOMEHOW STILL AROUND, THEN THE SURVEILLANCE BUCKS WENT BAD. [NSA EAT YOUR HEART OUT.]



LET’S FIND A COP////

A MAN APPROACHES ON THE BLUFF WITH A SACK IN HIS WHITE HAND AND RED ON HIS CUFF. HE CLUTCHES THE GAME THAT DISGUSTS HIM, BUT HE’S NEVER DONE. AND DOWN IN THE PORES OF THE STREET, THE BLOOD OF THE SAPLINGS IS OSCILLATING— ITS GORE ULTIMATELY ENGAGING THE HUNTER’S OWN YOUNG. THEY ASK, “WHY PUT ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL BODIES DOWN? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE? WERE YOU EVEN AROUND? WHY PUT ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL BODIES DOWN? I WANTED TO LOVE EVERY BODY AROUND, BUT YOU’VE MADE ME STOP. SO LET’S FIND A COP." [PT 1.]



PLURIES////

“QUIT CRAWLING,” SAID THE BUTCHER TO HIS NEIGHBOR, “THERE’S ALWAYS WORK TO BE DONE IF YOU’RE IMMUNE TO ALL THE GORE. AND QUIT CALLING EVERY TIME YOU GROW A CONSCIENCE, BOY. JUST KEEP CARVING. THE RIGHT WAY’S STARTING TO APPEAR ON CUTTING BOARDS. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. EVACUATE THE MARKET. THERE’S A MONSTER ON THE LAWN. WE DO NOT KNOW ITS BUSINESS, BUT IT’S SURE TO DO US HARM. IT HAS TEETH AND IT HAS CLAWS WE DON’T RECOGNIZE AT ALL—OBFUSCATING EVIL WAYS—CRUSH ITS WINDPIPE IN YOUR ARM. LET’S MOVE ON.” A WAVE OF DISREGARD IS REELING. IT’S A TERRIFYING BLUE, AND NOT IN NEED OF YOUR PERMISSION TO CRUSH THIS OR ANY OTHER ROOM. “PARDON THE MESS.” [PT 2.]



TAPE////

PHARAOH STATUES LIFTED OVER YOUR HEADS. HOW THEY GLEAM SO. BLESS THE SONS OF MY FRIENDS. I GAVE BIRTH ONCE TO A MODERN IDEA. THEY CAN KEEP IT. I’VE GOT MORE. SO GO TO THE PEDESTAL AND RAISE IT. I’LL SIT DOWN AND CHEER YOU RIGHT ALONG. AND KNOW THAT THE FELONY ARRAIGNMENT WILL CHEW YOU UP WHEN IT’S SAID AND DONE. IT’S ALL ON TAPE. [PT 3? MAYBE... FEIGNING FAITH IN THE JUDICIAL SYSTEM.]



WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE DESTRUCTIONAIRES////

[THE TITLE WAS A QUESTION WHEN IT WAS WRITTEN IN 2008. IN 2015, IT’S AN ACCOUNT. CRUSTIES WITH IPHONES ARE COMMONPLACE. SORRY FOR THE STUPID SONG. AND SORRY FOR UNINTENTIONALLY QUOTING MOZ. WHAT?]



COASTING////

THE INSIDERS SWEAR TO THE PAUPERS THAT—OF COURSE—THE END IS NIGH, BECAUSE THEY WOULDN’T LIE. I HAVE SPOTTED MANY A MAN SELL HIS LAST POSSESSION. FOR EVERY NEW DAY THERE ARE FIVE NEWER WAYS TO JUST TO CUT IN LINE. NOW LET US ABSOLVE THE EARTH OF ITS DIVINE OBSESSIONS. OVER ON THE BEACH THERE’S A GULL WITH ITS BEAK IN A MAN’S MOUTH AND A CRAB USING ITS CLAWS TO TEAR BOTH HIS EYES OUT. I’M HUDDLED INSIDE A CANOE WITH YOU, PRETENDING THAT WE GET TO CHOOSE NOT TO FALL INTO PLACE WHILE WE’RE CEMENTED IN PLACE. [REPENT/PREVENT.]



COLD! COLD! COLD!////

I’LL BLEED YOUR MIND FROM YOUR MUZZLE INTO MINE, AND YOUR BODY CAN FINALLY BE FREE. MAYBE I’D FIND THE CONTROLLER JUST IN TIME SO MY OWN BODY WOULD LISTEN TO ME. I READ IT FACTS THAT IT KEEPS IGNORING IN SPITE OF IMMACULATE PERSUASION. IT TRANSLATES TO SOMETHING BORING, ENTITLED AND STILL INCORRIGIBLE. THE DRONES ARE NOT VERSATILE ENOUGH. NOTHING CAN COMPETE WITH INNATE DEXTERITY AND MORTAL GUILE. SO WHEN YOUR FRAME STARTS TO TWIST AND DRAG BEHIND, REMEMBER CYNICS ARE NOT BORN BUT THEY ALWAYS HAVE TO DIE. OH, HEY, HEY, HEY. I COULD STAY AWAKE IF I’M TO BORROW WHAT I’VE NEEDED FROM ALL YOU—JUST A FRACTION OF YOUR TO TIME TO HELP ME STRAIGHTEN OUT THE SPINE. THEN JUST A LITTLE MORE TO SORT THE EXTANT QUEUE. I’M A CAPTIVATING MAN. I JUST TOLD YOU THAT I AM. I’M A CAPTIVATING MAN, COME AND JOIN ME AT THE CAMP. [EASE UP, GRAMPS.]



SILT////

COME TO AND FIND THEY’RE SURROUNDED BY SICK AND LEFT IN THE DARK. KNOTS IN THEIR STOMACHS AND STUCK IN A PIT. YEAH, SURVIVAL IS HARD. BUT NOBODY’S WATCHING, NO NEED TO BE STIFF. THAT’S ALWAYS THE BEST PART. SO THEY GATHER THEIR MUSCLES AND TIE THEM TOGETHER AND JUST LET IT RIDE OFF. COME TO AND FIND I’VE BEEN DRAGGED TO A DEN BY A MUTT WITH TEN ARMS. PATTING ITS BELLY, THE FIRES ARE LIT. YEAH, WHAT COMES NEXT IS HARD. FORGET WHO IS WATCHING AND HOW I GREW STIFF TO FIXATE ON THE PART WHEN SOME UGLY YOUNG MUSCLE BIT INTO THE HIP OF A RATTLING OLD GUARD. UNDERNEATH THE GUISE OF INSURGENT ART, WE WERE SLUGGING THROUGH THE SILT—TAKE THESE TIRED PARTS. USE THEM AS EXAMPLES OF WHAT NOT TO DO. THEIR PATTERNS ARE USELESS AND OVERWROUGHT. WE’VE WASTED TOO MUCH TIME IN TOO MANY YEARS, SO LET’S LEAVE IT WITH ONE MORE TRIVIAL REMARK. [ALL MEDIOCRE THINGS MUST COME TO AN END. LATER ON, DING DONGS.]

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released December 11, 2015

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