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03:22
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02:28
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04:34
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04:16
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04:56
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02:53
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released February 21, 2015

ray ben pat tom

with maddie on 'clearly' and 'the sea thang'
+raph playing casio on "dark electro"

see individual tracks for info

Dedicated to Ray Pachter
(RIP June 13, 1989 - February 21, 2010)

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Track Name: Sick
nothing great can last, but don't worry
go read a book
fuck off
Track Name: Disco Satan
fuck off
Track Name: Clearly
EVERY DAY, BEING SCHOOLED
Track Name: Walk the Plank
Domestic pirates terrorizing the west, slaying every test
Going between microcosmic frowns town to town
I broke guitars and he robbed cars, we destroyed the rest
we're not the fucking best
didn't travel far
wasting away in a suburban singularity
lose the fear near mount trashmore
we elicited fear
we sail on the hot wheels
lose treasure maps
bombs away, no don't hide

endlessly out to see what the fuck is going on, yeah you know me
we're cast away
eternally on a ghost ship free three free free
in low tide or high
Don't you love the moonlight illuminating the sky?
Breaking waves and overcoming adversity
we sail forever free
intensely


Subversively
Track Name: Marina Mile
Going down south to get the old car horn, down past hillsboro and atlantic blvds, to where the planes are, that's where my heart is, past that marina mile in ol lauderdale, traffic explodes like the b-compound, now we are cielito lindo bound, and then we'll get the hell out of this town, going back, back to hell, where everything sucks but somehow we're doing well, this place is called west hell, animals come here to die but some how we have thrived, to spit in fate's eyes, now we'll retreat back under ground, to make some spatial masses of sound, hide away for a while, take a little break, going back, back to hell, where everything sucks but somehow we're doing well, we're alright