Jim recorded the music (two takes); Adam recorded the vocal (one take)
Recorded between April 10-17, 2017 in Asheville and Hollywood, FL.
lyrics
Written between 2003-2013 by Adam Matza
I let it out and was consumed
by the black light neon night.
Screaming grave rants and ignoble raves;
haunted warnings,
warring, squinting, splayed prone;
calcified, refried rectified wrecks of Tex Mex sex.
Skip forward,
back to the original moment;
a gray-stubbled man in a jam has an objective,
a strategy, is a tactic
on the pawn shop circuit.
Suburban and contaminated,
perfection revised into obscurity,
like Mercury in retrograde,
a disintegrating defilade of
mixed messages and missives
missing and making messes.
Trees of weather vanes clang clanging,
carrying a soulless groove of
air conditioned responses to inquiries covered in dust,
propelled by the preposterous tyranny of the beat.
Busted in an eyewall making landfall,
a tree-topped deficit disorder discussed in disgust around
and around with almost no sound found around the has-beens.
Uncluttered stutter step stepping up and out,
they try to pick it up before it comes out,
mastering new versions of old perversions –
pervasive altered states of revised antiquities.
Exceeding excess stations
to stay shuns
light on what stuns.
Gushing and airtight,
killing time…
no, time dies when you are feeling numb,
but numb can be fun,
while the grandaughters of the Sexual Revolution
show you a good time!
Intellectual dishonesty in glass houses;
a satellite star after you’ve been popped.
I let it out and was consumed,
transported back to a moment frozen,
it was the beginning,
or it was the end –
perhaps, it was in the midst.
The place where you always are, but aren’t,
trying not to wait too long
or leave too soon
or work too much
or stay home too much
or drink too much
or smoke too much
or pop too many pills
for ills unseen,
insane and unable to deeply sleep,
as the construction is never ending,
the roaring and the grinding
and the smashing...
...appreciation always fleeting...
And yet…
There is always something unexpected
and radiant
and brilliant
and soft
to rediscover.
And so I let it back in
and it wasn’t as bad
as it seemed when it got out.
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