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Masters in Escapism

by The Disengagement

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Head Radio 03:33
stop the press, here's my epiphany what if things aren't always as they seem transmitting on pirate frequencies broadcast waves so sweet and deafening we're on the air we're on the air we're on the air we're on the air brainwaves in stereo, down at head radio searching for self control, down in the studio and you bring revolver and i'll bring the rubber soul this station is powered on, all systems clear to go stop the press, here's my philosophy what if brains were broken circuitry loss of time and lost reality loss of words, what was i gonna say we're on the air we're on the air we're on the air we're on the air brainwaves in stereo, down at head radio searching for self control, down in the studio and you bring revolver and i'll bring the rubber soul this station is powered on this station is powered on this station is powered on all systems clear to go
3.
Counsellor 03:40
i laid on plastic grass the clouds were colored wrong and how i wished to go back to where i belonged we were a lock and locked away, if we were one we were alone we closed the distance, stretched our arms across the paranoid unknown and if i could insist i'd smother summer mist wrapped up in picturing the string of shoes that cracked the crust of snow oh lend me strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal oh lend me strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal oh lend me strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal
4.
well here we meet again with matching problems my dear i think it's clear, your bones are hollow once told me that you lived on sun and water i don't doubt that you do, you've just forgotten to a comic book affair with pending issues a nest in which i lay, of tangled wires my virus is my word, the nooses tighten oh my, it's such a curse to be enlightened don't let the saints come marching in you're so used to them, they've been around so long watch them peel away your skin is it "normal" that your needle's skipping on an expert in the art of disappearing the shades and shadows swirl within grey matter can you scrape away the rust when things are not-so-golden 'cause you're too far from the sun, and your water's frozen don't let the saints come marching in you're so used to them, they've been around so long watch them peel away your skin is it "normal" that your needle's skipping on
5.
Shakeup 04:42
the point is in needing, needing to find a main meaning to reason, reasons for everything clinging to clock hands, endless and circling happy and hopeless, as i feel nothing's change there was a shakeup, i was left trembling the surface below us choked under angry seas i spoke in bubbles, stumbling through a street i heard no others, others could not hear me but unlike the meaning, the motive cannot be denied it's hard to deny that this hit completely by surprise so slow to catch on, dysfunction is not defeat so slow to react, yet judging at lightning speed happy and hopeless, i rose from vacancy i took a first breath, i stepped back into me but unlike the meaning, the motive cannot be denied it's hard to deny that this hit completely by surprise
6.
fall back, relax, now, it's all right no need to worry yourself white no second guesses to defend the apprehensive mindset left deader than ever, without end suppressive skills won't fly it's not like you can throw it all aside the trick lies in turning off this all will work it's way out in the wash sit back, relax, enjoy the ride i'll spin myself till i turn white fountain of ruthless peace intends to leave us pondering the life, deader than ever, without end first word i heard was stay last one, i believe, it was away first shot was worth a try thousandth shot, she'd thought better than i
7.
Choir Victim 04:09
you do not choose, but you can hope the feathered hammer teaches softly till you know my kingdom sees an empty throne tribe of the basement dwellers brought you up away from their light it's been a while since it's been brought to mind you do not choose where you will float the heavy breeze will lift you softly by your ear until it splits and bares the bone self-solder calm repellers brought you up away from their light it's been a while since it's been brought to mind brought you up away from their light it's been a while since it's been brought to mind
8.
Shut It Out 03:37
i hold this boulder on my shoulder it bends my spine, makes me lean over drag it around, abrasions scar-scrape my face off the ground and bring me down outside this home lie wolves that hide inside sheep's clothes they sense their own and their claws are scraping at my door in hazy days of self-unknowing shut it out, the fangs are showing these times unsure like yes/no/maybe speak to me like silent movies outside this home lie wolves that hide inside sheep's clothes they sense their own and me and them are me alone outside this home lie wolves that hide inside sheep's clothes they sense their own and me and them are me alone
9.
and i reserve the right to change find myself on the run again we dig our heels in, hanging on i know you'll miss it when it's gone we'll cut down forests for the trees we're bathing in the entropy and in time this can be resolved to find the strength to unevolve blood sugar never tasted sweet the theory never felt complete
10.
Dylan 13:26
acting in dishonesty, you hold the pen and dare to rewrite history and we were so undirectional, but you charted paths on the palms of your hands long ago the last remaining truth, the last soul in the room a nightmare to subdue, i'll find myself anew letters stick like turpentine, forming into phrases fractured by design served up on the thinnest plates, the slightest breeze would make them all disintegrate in hieroglyphic code, with keys carved out of stone a negative in space, i know something you don't

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released September 30, 2009

all songs written, performed, and produced by the disengagement.
recorded at 34 hawthorne
produced by lanny cox and greg hann
mastered by joao carvahlo mastering
artwork by david gale

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