Can Opener

by Great Grandpa

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1.
Cheeto Lust 03:50
Look! I found a new way I figured it out True thoughts, happy days I wanted to shout out into the world Why can’t we be friends? You, me, her and him Just like John Lennon… I got the chills when you said the same thing that I dreamt Read a book today describing all the things that I feel Got the chills when my thoughts were in a neighbors greeting I’m a martyr for the voice I’m sure I can hear. I finally found it- ah hahahaha Climb up the mountain All I want, so it goes A mystical summit, ah hahahahah Cross legged and calm there All I want, so it goes Look! I found a new way. I figured it out That patch was a hoax It leaks and it bloats This magic is stale It’s lost all its shine High time for its death- just like yours and mine I got the chills when you said all that rises is best Read a book today that killed off all the things less complex Got the chills when I saw it play out in a poem Zarathustra feeds the ego of all those who know I finally found it- ah hahahahahaha Come down from the mountain All I want, so it goes The people are waiting, ah hahahahahaha Show ‘em my new mind All I want, so it goes…. Truth comes in waves Some things convince you till they fit poor then you’re dead Look at me now, I’m stuck here hoarding All the cheap thrills So I can live I finally found it, ah hahahahahaha A mountain of cheetos All I want, so it goes A mystical Netflix, ah hahahahahaha A virtual hive- All I want, so it goes...
2.
Mostly Here 05:09
Happy Birthday, dear Paul Older once again Read it on the wall Compare myself to friends Happy news is you Lazy, unglued Fills selfish grooves Compare myself to lose If life’s a dream, then I’m not sleeping, I’m not sleeping in Slow to speech The pace is thickening, space is sickening feel And I’m a freak But look at me no signs what you’re missing Faster news to you Nothing to do No one to be Bite with no teeth All the lives we lived And all the lives to be Are full of trees, changing leaves If life’s a dream, then I’m not sleeping, I’m not sleeping in Slow to speech The pace is thickening, space is sickening feel And I’m a freak But look at me no signs of what you’re missing Be a sweeter daughter An honest father A stronger brother Be a selfless mother A selfish lover A mindless hunter
3.
Ram 03:05
Broken horns Signal failure in the pack I'm lacking Human form Twists too easily Mess of age and aching Smash into walls I wanna be rock Pavement coating my mind and gravel filling my socks This is my sweetheart decline I'm throwing mud at the clock Gonna topple bad times Soft as a whisper's skin All I want is tough love Wanna be a ram Nerves in my limbs begin All I want is death when Wanna be a ram Got my wish I'm impervious to slips off steep cliffs Down below I see gentle people hug their pillows Smash into walls I wanna be rock Pavement coating my mind and gravel filling my socks This is my sweetheart decline I'm throwing mud at the clock Gonna topple bad times Soft as a whisper's skin All I want is tough love Wanna be a ram Nerves in my limbs begin All I want is death when Wanna be a ram
4.
I slept in late to live a violent dream woke up in bitter haze in the room grey washed again out the window squinting I need a walk to the water this morning Took the waterfront trail and thought about our phone call yesterday how you’re lonely in the changing free but sad New York is a vortex and I’m on the fringes I’m trying to smile more sobriety helps Most of my clothes have worn thin I think its time for a change I just want to peel back all these skins commit arson on my habits take a knife to dead egos I passed out on my fate to spare a relative choice came to unease with you in the gloom Down, spiral again to feel the typical weight of always feeling though you have to make it better Took the path to the hill and thought about the dangers of magic ways how our egos make it harder to separate what’s real The mind is a vortex and I’m on the fringes I’m trying to think less sobriety helps Most of my clothes have worn thin I think its time for a change I just want to peel back all these skins commit arson on my habits take a knife to dead egos Most of my clothes have worn thin I think its time for a change I just want to peel back all these skins commit arson on...
5.
You wiggle a little ‘til things get comfortable A notch to ride is feeling wonderful You have to taste it just to see how it moves Staves off old flavors and then it fucks up the groove Let it get bad till it gets good Let it get bad till it gets good You let it sit ‘til its unbearable youre feeling down you're so unsensible but you have to chase it just to see if it moves sequence your colors just to fuck up the groove Let it get bad till it gets good Let it get bad till it gets good A bare and faceless wall of glue holds on to efforts for a new look, how this chance is shaping up stick to the present now its stuck We are lying to ourselves (won’t it get good) A kid to pile skin in a bin engenders all these funny cults I think I might let it get bad then I won’t have to dip hands in Let it get bad till it gets good Let it get bad till it gets good (GOOD)

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released March 3, 2015

Recorded at Sound House Studios Seattle WA,
engineered by Chris Gibbs

Mixed and Mastered by Pat Goodwin at the Montlake Manor.

Artwork by John J. deRoulet

Great Grandpa is:
Alex Menne - vocals,
Carrie Miller - bass/vocals
Cam Laflam - drums/vocals
Dylan Hanwright - guitar/vocals
Pat Goodwin - guitar/vocals.

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