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Sprout I have been haunted by the New Science Projects, ever since I heard the song "Poison Culture" performed at the Crossroads Infoshop in Kansas City. It was a breathtaking, heart wrenching, bittersweet moment! I also think the artwork of the album covers is amazing! Favorite track: 23rd Funeral.
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1.
Banana 01:44
don’t call me a man don’t call me anything (a fat man in a chick-suit, broad-shouldered, with bad acne) don’t give me a name just help me believe oh, I’m ‘too built for passing?’ why can’t you just let me be? if I were thinner and shorter would they still laugh at me? or would they even say anything? (banana) don’t avert your eyes just to stare from behind oh, I’m aching for ordinary, why can’t my body comply? I thought I wore the right things I practiced my walk but I can’t go to the drug store without leaving ripples of talk. if I were thinner and shorter, do you think they’d believe? I swear to god I’d give anything. (banana)
2.
Staycation 02:47
oh, this is the last of a year's worth of weekends where I'll be spending the night this is the last time I'll lay down beside you and cringe as your body presses into mine this is the last time you'll call me your lover this is the last time you'll call me a friend this is my last chance to make for the exit and to pray to the lord you won't call me again this is the last time I'll sleep with you naked this is the last time I'll feel like a pig this is the last time I'm letting you do it this is the last time, and never again and i swear, if this was real, it'd be exciting (but i guess, if this was real, I wouldn't be crying now) oh, you are the face of every good adult's warning back from when I was young, and you are the door to the house they were boarding, when all of the family-feelings have gone you are the worm that is eating me often you are the feeling of fear in the night you are the face that I catch in the mirror before i can reach out to put on the light and you are the demon that sleeps in my silence you are ghost that I see in my grin you are the shame that i have for my body and you are the hate that is holding it in and I swear, if you can feel, you won't try to find me (but I guess, if you could feel, you wouldn't be inside me now)
3.
Second Wifer 02:40
and I’m sorry I was never more impossible how I’d love to make you suffer… though there’s distance between all of the past-done things I can still remember everything second wifer ‘forever true,’ you know? How I’d carve the words into your throat! and I wonder, when I fall asleep, did you ever stop to think of me? am I so ugly? am I so horrible? am I really that completely unlovable? second wifer ‘forever true,’ you know? How I’d carve the words into your throat! and you’re getting older now… and you’re getting older now… it’s like a purge It is flushing out Oh, how I’d shovel shit into your mouth! (second wifer holds their tongue)
4.
23rd Funeral 02:40
23 years living dead up to my ears in my own hell of living shit if i was a greater man if i was a stronger man i'd lift myself up or start fresh again but i'm not that hero foretold by liars more than a failure, I am an error i'm a no-one, a coward, a waste of life and every morning, dead, that greets my waking mind reminds me of all of this why should i waste more time? after 23 years, here it ends a regrettable story of a man who should not have been don't you stop me now don't open your mouth I'll be bleeding and you will be laughing and they'll send flowers to my parents on the card, a 'Congratulations!' all of my family will gather to celebrate and they'll all say 'About time!' beside the dump site sign the only grave that's right waste back to waste
5.
Secret Lover 01:47
and in the sweltering locker room, what is it that i hear? the sound of so many insects, slithering to my ear 'can you believe how she dresses on weekends?' 'can you believe that we change with a queer?' oh, i cover my eyes i cover my face where can i hide? i want to die i know: my face is wrong my teeth are wrong my books are wrong my clothes are wrong (can't wait for summer secret lover of mine) my eyes are wrong my ass is wrong my thoughts are wrong my life is wrong (can't wait for summer secret lover of mine) and in the car, i feel her lips touching my neck in the car, she asks if i've kept her secret in the car, as both her hands start moving low in the car...why is she scared for them to know: my hair is wrong my nails are wrong my boots are wrong my heart is wrong (can't wait for summer secret lover of mine) my hips are wrong my head is wrong my arms are wrong my love is wrong (can't wait for summer secret lover of mine)
6.
give me a body like the TV give me a mouth that melts the mind give me two hands to put my rings upon and let me step out tonight onto the pages of the magazines into the featured centerfold i am the princess of the pull-out poster spread your forever friendly foal (oh, wish i do oh wish i do) give me luscious lips give me pleasure trips to distant places where there are no familiar faces get me out of this my trailer-park subsistence off of the path of least resistance into a future to behold give me a life that makes the movies give me the shimmer of the stars give me the biggest house in hollywood where the tabloids always are in the glimmer of the golden glaze and the craning camera's curl i'll be the mistress of a million lonely men effervescent cover girl (oh, wish i do oh wish i do) give me a new smile get me a million miles from this disaster i can't leave it any faster get rid of my wife let me live my life like on the TV i want everyone to see me when i was a boy, i never prayed for anything now that i'm a man i finally understand wanting the impossible every day
7.
Latest Looks 02:18
And, did god make me like this? with three legs and no tits? with five eyes and two lips to own? And, will this be my whole life? No husband, just some wife, who will wait for me each night, alone? Until we climb into that marriage bed, with the covers up over our heads (and with me wishing I was dead, I will pretend.) Oh, and is there an end to it? the ball games and beers and shit? the hypermasculine fishing trips? the ‘steers and queers’ and all the rest? Oh, if I could lead a different life, with a body to match my mind, I think I’d finally feel all right, you know? and I’d be showing off nearly every day and smiling when they look my way and happy when I hear them say: “maybe she’s born with it” “easy breezy beautiful”
8.
Vulture 02:17
when you open your front door and see me parked, alone, out beneath the carport won't you smile for me? i know you're not alone i've searched your garbage for the records to your cell phone does he taste like me? well, i know he won't because you'll be missing me you will be missing me you will be missing me and all the court orders and battered women's shelters i'll take 'em, easy. you better believe me i'll take 'em one handed i will demand it one day...
9.
Beautyrest 02:36
you'll never know how much i hate you your fat body heaving like a wasted jock the razors carve my legs and arms where once your welcome hands would walk oh, sleep on the couch, sleep in the car give up the house, give up the yard give up the dreams you grew in my heart (i twist in the sheets, awake in the dark) oh, there is a line, there is a line you have made yours and i have made mine oh, there is a line, there is a line but remember the day when i dressed in white? remember the beach? remember the plane? remember my voice moaning your name? remember the vows we swore to keep? (i lay in our bed, but i will not sleep) babop babop babop babop bah
10.
Star Tenant 02:24
in this bed in my separate apartment, i am consummate with new produce. with your picture still inside my wallet i will photograph my life for you is it hard? you bet it is is it bad? you bet it is “take another picture of me!” with this flashbulb, I will burn out our future with this match, I will groan out of you with his hands spreading out my…destruction, I become someone new is it bad? you bet it is is it hard? you bet it is “take another picture of me!” in this heart, there is anger and destruction there is a common question to my dreams: if, in this world, there are meanings behind actions OH MY GOD fill me up with these
11.
monday night blues thought i'd call you just bored or something, in the back booth pressing buttons like i did so many old times the same keys, but different fingers and i am mashing now like the marshmallow man my fat, piggy hands can't ring your line i am mashing now like the marshmallow man i don't understand what is going wrong tonight my waitress wears a green dress i pretend she is a struggling actress pouring coffee all night and on the set by daylight and I know she will be happy for her whole life and i am watching her now at the register stand with the Oscar already in her hand i am watching her now at the register stand and i've never seen a woman look so grand ...though, she probably thinks i'm a creepy dirty fat pervert, man

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released April 27, 2013

Recorded Oct 2011 - Feb 2013 in Denton, Texas by Michael Briggs

Dale Jones - Songs, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, E-bow, Keys, Electric Guitar on #1, 4, 8, 9, 10
Donovan Ford - Bass, Back-up Vocals
Scarlett Wright - Drums
Victor Moterroso - Electric Guitar
Nick Foreman - Cello on #3

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