So Basic

You’re so basic, get out
Best get on Best get get gone
I imagine you’re gone
You’re so basic, get out
I can barely get get on
I imagine you’re gone
I imagine you're gone 

I feel I’m never gonna break out
Feel we’re never gonna get out
Black’s darkened darker with doubt
And I imagine you’re gone.

Get get on! Can’t just move on and things get shit done
Why can’t I run now? 

I can’t connect to ways I used to be
Giving neglect, get negativity
Given the weight of how you carry me
(Living thru clever things you see?)

But I’m “on” I never stopped to get on
I never looked to get on
But then again here I’m not alone

See it clearly now that you’ve gone
The token of worth you seemed to offer me
I only get simple parts, I try to breath
It's better I don’t say more before we leave

Better I don’t say more...You’re better that I’m moving on
Get get on Get get on

Slow Charade

We are going overground
We are going overground
We’re leaving lies of promise
We’re going somewhere honest now

The lunatic is on the couch
10,000 voices calling out (do it, do it)
If I ever meant a thing to you
Just do what you’re gonna do
Release the hostage, sell it to the news

When I saw you at the slow charade
And you didn’t wave, I felt free
Years go by, we’re both someone else
Let’s beat the past to death
And flee the scene

East Indian Giver

Snippets are from a variety of pop culture sources, mostly recorded via a smartphone microphone as the source material played through a home audio setup.

The male voice recounts the story of the writers of the soon-to-be-classic Hound Dog as they explain its nuances to Big Mama Thornton, who first recorded the song. Then Elvis heard it.

The first female voice is speaking Sinhalese… kind of. We put a phrase into Google translate (see below) and recorded audio of the translation. Is it accurate? No more than those tablas!

The British voice (and subsequent translation) are saying “It’s not fair cause I love curry and all”, taken from the classic 1999 film East is East.

The remaining voice is from a great great show on a major network whose parent company could train its mouse-eared litigation laser upon our tiny enclave dare we admit to even the most benign transgression… so its best not to ask.

Rubberband Factory

To think that I’d get so bent for you now
Are you aware that I’m feelin down
Different then what you’d guess from me

Over and over, forever and over

Hear their announcing me getting back
Here they're announcing the truth comes from facts
So I get outta here and get me back
A bear coming after me in a rubberband factory

Tiny Cuts

Long Beach long night
Long walk on a highway side
No moon no light 
Only incandescent signs

One look from whom 
I’d never measure near
My worn gorilla suit,
And you wore tiger heels

Dressed in rags cuz you can't be bothered
Another show, another pint, another

Hot breath, cool neck
Her glisten, just sweat
We’re beautiful and ugly too
Don’t forget this simple truth

The sunset ends where the drinks begin
Keep getting mesmerized recursive lines
It’s sinking in when the phone call ends
Keep getting tangled in her little lies

Could you hold it together?
You’re hanging onto the words of a stranger
Of a stranger

Cracked screen remembers
Glass splinters in my fingers
These tiny cuts, These tiny cuts