Songs Praising the Mutant Race

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1.
I can't make our plans, You separate in my hands, You slip between the crooked lights, I don't care. I don't care if I die, if you wind up dead. "Subvert normality" was our anthem. Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm, Until our bodies are warm. The monk-ish hum of mercury is vaporized at night, Biting through the sidewalk first, Then the earth. I don't care if I die, if you wind up dead. "Subvert normality" was our anthem. Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm, Until our bodies are warm. Let's say we sit waist-deep within a snowdrift until our bodies are warm, Until our bodies are warm. I don't care if I die, I don't care if I wind up dead...
2.
they don't like you It's not the same. Your power's lost. A crowded mosque where rows of faceless men resemble laundered sheets and calloused feet like children's gypsy nightmares when they misbehave, and parents creep beside their beds to whisper threats, a stolen child, your bones are boiled and thrown aside. You found out why they don't like you, you found out The infidels are fast asleep. Their dreams are full of Persians speaking Arabic through broken teeth impossibly. When you learn Farsi... You found out why they don't like you Oh, today...
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03:30
Oh, baby, you move like you're crazy. I'm in love with your shoes. No laces, each tongue out of place, and then the soles slap your heels when you move. This isn't fetishized, this is your shoe This isn't fetishized, this is your shoe This isn't fetishized, but keep in mind, keep in mind, Your pleasure when peeling the shells from several hard-boiled eggs. Four children stare out from a porch swing and they're stoned, bored, restless. Your tongue drying up in your mouth. God save the empire! Cold, thin fingers numb to the realm of desire. God save the empire! An object you touch when words are enough. The words I can sing or whisper or scream. The shape of your feet kept under the sheets. The emperor's spy is telling you lies. (Don't, she might hurt you...) It happens each time his shoes are untied. Stoned, bored, restless. Why do we touch everything? God save the empire!
4.
05:37
There won't be German on this teletype if there is do not abide Sit in the closet and cover her mouth try not to think about Last night I saw her in film footage taken with Hitler (Goring) and all of his staff He was sensational rolling his Rs. Goring could dream of his mistress' ear curled like a shell and full of wax One night with her and the blitzkrieg flew East Here she comes here she comes here she comes There is such peace when the bombers are heard shadows of flack in the fleet The drone of their engines puts children to sleep right before everything burns And with every bomb comes a mistress who rips off her clothing and smells like exhaust Sometimes she'll kiss you and lick every wound One of the books that they burned in Berlin came from his mistress' shelf It was about a young girl with black hair Here she comes here she comes here she comes Possibly he will allow her to live, if there's enough in his glass She's got the bottle right next to her feet Offer him more when he's through And we could steal bread from the bakeries abandoned by Germans who left for the front Liberate everything eat all the bread. Down in a cinderblock bunker he died infamous, left all alone No one remembers the woman he loved Here she comes here she comes here she comes.
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06:44
Alpha double seven three five nine Fixed on target over please stand by Forecast warning warning storming Come on back Elephant moves slowly Roger that Holy shit sir it's a Stukka Changing course Expiration noted Over End report
6.
Backed across that bastard, Spun the mud like fabric, Tires lifting dropping, The shining river blinds me... One false stitch is all it takes, Just throw your fist across your face and split a lip. What a thrill to hurt yourself without a thing to blame for all the suffering. Serves us right, the violent types, a word is flipped inside your mind until it's... shit. Lost, all lost... There's no crazy crush when The thought is lost in All the confusion, The current swept it off... Back across the byway, Took the Northern Northern, Spinal cord and muscle, I'm strong as hell, I'm open... Hollow rock beside an estuary bank of mud and slime where a boat sank. Clothing stretched across a stone, cold cigarettes and chicken bones are all he left. Stinking tide reminds a rat of better times and all the bread he left behind. All of the crumbs and gristled fat he threw at birds who nagged and snapped and cursed his eyes.
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01:46
I'm not done I have more to say before the chorus comes straight ahead don't look back back and forth is such a bore Chorus, bridge, verse and solo stringing hooks along the shoreline until you score One more time let me hear the song that makes the hair rise on my arms The radio's on the supermarket parking lot you wait for the song to turn around
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03:34
They will say I went too easy Lost and under arms of lazy Forcing fleets of sleeping out Craving air your selfish mouth I am slipping down I am lifted out Forget me, we don't know what happened Rest my dear, we don't know what happened Oh, it's over Oh, it's easy
9.
04:57
Down to the wire forced to revive in shy silent water, unbearable pressure Found you face down Can you hear me, upside down one? Used to laugh some, used to smile You have suffered gear fed monsters You're forgiven, but am I? I won't remember lifting you out Once it's all over, I won't remember Look how you flush boy, look how you fly... How the currents pull you will rise and fall Don't you leave me now Don't you leave me Don't go alone Let me come with you've run out on life What did it feel like? Lost underwater Terrible lights I found you face down, silent and shy... Can you hear me, upside down one Used to laugh some, used to smile You have suffered gear fed monsters You're forgiven, but am I?
10.
Several were shot to hell, brought through the back door, they sat down and plucked out their eyes. Shut up and bring me the head of the Spaniard on acid who stole every filling of gold that they dropped in my teeth, Notice how much she keeps tabs on the past- -six miles, we've seen no signs of life, She laughed and stuck her gum Against the side of my thumb. On the gearstick, passion is measured in Kelvin. You and your Icelandic ancestors' eyes. Too much exposure is likely to rip you from laurels that no one deserved, Least of all, you and your feeble desire for a million admirers who dote on dead and their corpulent filth. Notice how much she keeps tabs on the past. Oh, my traveling days cut short by the grave, Dismantled by fear and Japanese trains that fly through the air, And land on the hoods of Indian rickshaws, Their motors dissolved by all of the salt, That's gathered in Texas, where Portuguese widows Eat catfish and curse us, American fruitcake she left on the doorstep, So foreigners hate us.
11.
03:42
He was Winsor McCay! Reincarnate, reincarnate. Every day we'd say a prayer to save him. Robots fought for his life, Unsuccessfully, but then we can't beat a brain To kill a mushroom softly growing... In the shadows, making space, making room. Choking fires, cracking skulls, sinking moods. Where's the angel? The spoiler-fitted flying angel, Her spines with flaps to stabilize her. She flew into the room just long enough to tease the spirit from him. You don't have a snowball's chance. Your kindness is like a dance. Walking slowly, distorting everything you see. Distortion is just like love, It's passionate, fucked-up stuff. What's the matter? You wrote a hundred million songs. Songs praising the mutant race, Discovered in outer space. Heaven help us! If men like him are taken in... Robots hatched from an egg, Metal bodies, helicopters, This is the way that Logan flies from here to Heaven drawn on a page, Blackbirds flying, swimming pools alive with his mind, Conceiving creatures never found in the books, But only sparking in the parts of his brain. Only a fungus would complain.
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You ask me if there'll come a time When I grow tired of you Never, my love Never, my love You wonder if this heart of mine Will lose its desire for you Never, my love Never, my love What makes you think love will end? When you know that my whole life depends On you (on you) Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) Never, my love Never, my love You say you fear I'll change my mind I won't require you Never, my love Never, my love How can you think love will end When I've asked you to spend your whole life With me? (with me, with me) Never, my love (never, my love) Never, my love Never, my love (never, my love) Never, my love Never, my love

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Naked freakpop songs rich with boy/girl harmonies, cinematic lyrics and melodic plot twists, all recorded live as a trio and peppered with wineglass organ, trumpet, viola, accordion.

The trio is Greg Giles (vocals and guitar), Kelly Atkins (vocals and flute), and Kevin Seal (Rhodes, piano and vocals) -- recorded by Jim Greer at Ninth Street Opus studios in Berkeley, California, and featuring performances by Nils Erickson (guitar), Caitlin Tabancay Austin (vocals), Rebecca Seeman (wineglass organ), Darren Johnston (trumpet), Melanie DeGiovanni (accordion), Laela Peterson-Stolen (viola), Tim Silva (vocals), and Tom Purtill (vocals).

These songs have been stripped to their raggedy bones: reimagined, rearranged, ironed out and stitched back together. And two more besides.

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released February 24, 2017

Produced by Jim Greer & Kelly Atkins.
Mastering by Gary Hobish at A. Hammer Mastering in San Francisco.
Album artwork by Sara Lautman.

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Original music for the hook-hungry mob, the nervous foot, the jaded indie-phile.

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