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by Lives of the Obscure

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1.
Blueblack 01:14
You called to say goodbye but i died my fingers curled around a bottle of red wine i called to say hello when i was below you met me there after a little while you saw my psychic powers and you smiled into my blueblack eyes
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Cold Zodiac 02:18
Summer hung a lung and I sang along while we stung at the Thrush’s Nest. We pretended you were bent and on the mend, and we read the stars for them. smoking deck intellect zodiac rent check Lining up the suckers one by one. They get broke on the broken sun. Combine my hand and your eye and their underfed lives. They pay their interest on the magic astrological signs.
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Young Satyr 02:09
How are you? I feel like a goatman with an enslaved octopus Fastening me to my corpse. Tommy boy, he reads all the zines when he’s climbing in his trees he hurls the dumb ones down at me. A Zeus with thunder. You obliterated everything when you told me how you love Nietzsche and that piece you wrote was just bullshit but that’s for goats to chew on. You came out of a mossy hole in a birch trunk You were choking flowers. I’m cinched to this arborvitae covered in zines. Steel amaranths sprout around me. Don’t blame me if I seem skeptical of your dismissal. I am a born skeptic as you are a trained psychic whom Nietzsche loathes by default.
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You have your brain and you eat it too You got me chained to the kitchen sink with 8-ball outlook not so good I am out here fishing I am in here courting ruin You wanna break but I cannot stop the dominoes from falling You wanna break my fingers off and plant them in the garden under the big birch I am out here fishing I am out here courting ruin O I cannot predict now The smell of moral disinfectant All my replies are moldy In the waiting room of the clinic Dirt sigh glistens You're miserable but your satisfied Piles of dead surround you Old whore petticoats to Paradise oracular confounding Now i am out here fishing Feeding on a daylight ritual You would slip beside me Wake me after you've been writing We will break the shining We will hide in nighttime to symmetry
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BUGGER 02:43
In all ways we knew what we had done we witnessed the fall and the decline everyone drew blood everyone had fun how much depended on how close you stood to the front lines cloud residua library nebula anyone know where the time flies to? inkwell gone corrupt history melting up refusing to follow a timeline you know what it is? it’s all likenesses what are we doing? why do we bother to transcribe? my brother sits down he knows he’s a fuck up he’s down on his luck, so I tell him he’s lucky he ain’t a duke and no one’s writing about his life
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P.M.O.S. 01:43
Psychic Maude Origin Story Well, I first met Maude on a soccer field. Shit was real. She wore shin guards and kicked a crystal ball. She kept a tarot deck up in her head. Shit was death. She counted cards before she placed her bets.
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Ashtray 02:32
Her ashtray comes from South Dakota. I snuffed it out in Roosevelt. His head was never finished. In that regard I can relate. Maude was at the Frontiers. Maude was at Versailles. Moon was like an angel with hollow blackout eyes. We are all subject to erosion. It’s an inevitable fact. I am always losing something. The universe will take it all back.
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Bargain Boys 04:00
There is a war happening in that bargain bin. Capone & Noreaga and Beethoven. The laser pointer shoots, and I am struck dim. I wonder who it’ll be this year to do me in. I wanna I wanna rip it out of its context I wanna tear the house off the map I make it drown drown drown
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I stare at double doors I feed drunks on all fours We have ourselves one more Mirrors stare at mirrors looking hazy with your lazy lies I see diamonds in the coal black eyes We’re ten miles to the front Wives and kids crushing lunch Doors swing like bi hedonist Shells blast like drunk chemists We are gypsies in a chain-link line. Between cities, eating clay and rinds. I see dates on an aging calendar and choke that month until it dies.
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I stumble out with Maude’s "advice" Swinging off my ears on vines She says “your intuitions, fast as light, swing alive in a spangled mind” She says, “In every version of life my sturdy footsteps brace your crew composed of horse our deathbed embrace, and: what is what is simply is” She says “I believe in every God that we have conquered or paid for” She says, “you think you are outside but you are running through door after door after door” She tells me it’s a simple life an immaterial life “Deathless child of many earths I believe em all I believe em all I believe em all” Ducks are sitting.

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Soon to be released on cassette on Queen City Tapes.

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There was a twister, and the twister pulled off a whole side of this great big Victorian house, pulled the filthy pink siding and full sheets of plywood and strands of contorted insulation right off it, and there were forks and dishes and serving trays and kitchen knives and chairs and splintered table leaves all up in the swirl. And inside that open wound a small room regaled with tarot cards and crystal balls glowed in absurd exposure to the violence and the tumult and the strains of wind music wisping through and frothing the moonlit air. And there the figure of an inert human sat, staring at her cuticles, unperturbed, imperturbable. And inside that room and ever more concentrated inside her crystal ball dwelt all metaphysics from all history, completely divorced from the smashed drywall, the exposed and cracked and swinging 2x4s, and all the wars of nature without. The twister was called Arras. From this dream I awoke, haunted by a thought for the new record.

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As we age, we engage more and more deeply with the world. Fewer opportunities for deviance or self-expression present themselves, and life's responsibilities tear at the edges of even those meager opportunities. This album represents some of what we have been able to shore up and separate from the tumult and insanity of our attempts to build lives for ourselves as engaged adults in America. In devoting our most precious resource, time, to these songs and this work, we become fuller human beings.

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released January 1, 2017

Lives of the Obscure is Mike & Keith & Sean & Nick.

Recorded between January and (like) July of 2016 at Salvation Recording Co. with invaluable guidance, vision, and wizardry by Chris Daly, except "Blueblack," which was recorded 'in the field,' as it were, by Nick, and the solo in "Daylight Ritual," which was recorded by Sean.

Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Audio.

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