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Tom Shape

by Tom Shape

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1.
Free Roman 04:17
Baby, sucking on a battery This was not the first time; umpteenth instance nearly Keeping up is easy with automatic steering Pleasure and sensation keep you up there Dangling from large industrial cranes There’s water on the brain But no need to panic Just wake me up at eight With buzzing and static And I will be a witness to the damage that will be Repeated I’m looking forward I’m looking forward I’m looking for the black comedy And I’ll fiddle through life Like Nero, free Roman Baby, you always get so antsy You’re never finished thinking, maybe you’ll start drinking You could be an actor and grow a gut like Shatner Build a fifteen-minute empire and watch it burn from space Yeah, man There’s water on the brain But no need to panic Just put me up away, A toy in the attic And I will be a witness to the damage that will be Repeated I’m looking forward I’m looking forward I’m looking for the black comedy And I’ll fiddle through life And I’ll fiddle through life And I’ll bring my bombs to heaven And I’ll fiddle through the gates And do a holy shooting, oh no And back here on the Earth, We’ll nuke a new Pangea And we’ll talk about the good ol' days And smoke away our feelings All right There’s water on the brain But no need to panic Just wake me up at eight With buzzing and static And I will be a witness to the damage that will be Repeated I’m looking forward I’m looking forward I’m looking for the black comedy And I’ll fiddle through life Like Nero, free Roman
2.
In Motion 04:24
Trouble in the village, trouble at home There’s a menace at the city under the dome A breach of peace Someone bore a ring, said this too shall pass But Goliath’s at the door, the church has collapsed Defeat, retreat As you walk through the colony There’s a darker shadow dawning When you bathe in the silver stream You can hear the siren calling There’s a long rattle off the coast It’s just a whisper in the ocean With her ten glowing yellow eyes It’s just a memory in motion So pity the Earthlings and try to remember them For all of their conquered ground The seasons bring change to make of the atmosphere The ocean is filled with sound And we passed them as they sang... …There’s a man in a submarine And he dives through deeper pressure To a damned, deep, dark ravine And he’s wondering when he'll get there There’s a long rattle off the coast It’s just a murmur in the ocean With her ten glowing yellow eyes It's just a memory in motion For Roanoke We take the monster out Our bodies stand Like insects in a crowd The paint comes off the ziggurat It’s dancing on our graves …There’s a man in a submarine And he dives through deeper pressure To a damned, deep, dark ravine And he’s wondering when he'll get there There’s a long rattle off the coast It’s just a murmur in the ocean With her ten glowing yellow eyes It's just a memory in motion
3.
Scuttlers 04:32
I heard something ‘bout a space hotel, and the cure for her disease It’s gone away for now There was a boom where the eggs spilled out and the larvae ate the trees And now we’re all burned out It’s hardly like the world we were promised They’ve gone and turned it upside down How did you lose your mind? How’d you lose your memory? It’s such a waste of time Such a waste of energy You couldn’t do the math Couldn’t stop to calculate The devil shows his hand And you’re all just following Cause everything’s alright He’s a charming reprobate There is a blinding light And we all get blown away You picked a golden calf Now we tremble with the stones We had a sacred love Now it’s in the catacombs There was a time we’d all come together But something’s crawled inside our holes Off to bed, now my love is dead, tell the children that she’s out How will they ever know? Her body lays in a shallow grave as the eggs hatch in her mouth The mother scuttles home It causes eye rolls It turns you grey Now it’s gone viral You can’t escape So bombs away So bombs away So bombs away Blown to pieces Blown to pieces Seems the mods have gone to sleep And now we’re alone
4.
The Love 03:32
Don’t you understand Like the brains before You caught it with your hand And stopped to lock the door And I remember when Before I was born Before the towers fell Before they pulled the cord You’re waiting on the rocks So tell me, who's the fool? And who's the one who knocks? And which camp is most cool? The Love has made us deaf The Love will make us blind It's all in white and black And I caught you turning back Now you're waiting on the hooks, your fellowship Won’t you tell me, who's the crook? Who's getting it? Who's that on the screen? Who's that being mean? Well the water's up, and you think we should go it alone If we powered off, we would never know how to get home Such a crawling feels like a tide rising up on the sand It’s a tricky state where The Love is the law of the land Where The Love is the law of the land Is this our final life, in plasticine? And we’re drowning in the new amphetamine Every culture clean Everyone is clean... Clean... Clean... Clean...
5.
It’s easy All you gotta do is give in It’s pleasing To have yourself a new religion On all sides, everyone can hear you bellow And last night I could hear your voice through my window Cause you’ve got my You’ve got my head underwater And you’ve got my hands With nothing you could lose And that’s just fine Cause I’ll be in my corner Cause I know now that you’ve put a foot in my mouth And I know you’ll have my brain in a basket But I don’t know you Though I can see you winding tighter And the pendulum swings Right into a raving tiger It’s hungry Thorn in paw and hatred driven It’s easy All you gotta do is give in Cause you’ve got my You’ve got my head underwater Yeah, you’ve got my hands With nothing you could lose And that’s just fine Cause I’ll be in my corner And I know now that you’ve put a foot in my mouth And I know you’ll have my brain in a basket But I don’t know you But I don’t know you But I don’t know you You know, everything is going just swell So seize the day And go fuck yourself If you smell something You get right off the ride There’s something rotten ringing a bell It’s as green as paper Breath the air And if you smell something You get right off the ride
6.
Night Owl 03:18
You're a picture of a distant well You're a figment in the desert hell And we want And we want You're a light up in the lighthouse You’re the moon, you are the night owl And we want And you want You're a pigment for the colorblind You're a fire running down the line People aren't bad They're just not You could hold them but you're overwhelmed You are gold As far as I can tell People aren't bad They're just not as good as you Night has risen and now you feel the kill Catch a rabbit and make its body still You’re a rabbit torn from your mother’s womb How she scanned every crater on the moon
7.
This One 03:58
Rome is falling, Rome is falling Topple off the edge and now you know It’s quiet and cold Magpie calling, blood is drawn X-rays of a fledgling’s broken bones Here come the stones The secret is out The cat’s in the hole And careful now Cause people are cruel So blessed, the cantor Sings songs for our whims This one smells like original sin You don’t want a social freeze So dot your I’s and cross your T’s And don’t, don’t you rock the boat, no, no, no If you’ve got a question you can ask it, Though you’d best not ask at all So watch your tone The secret is out The cat’s in the hole And careful now Cause we have control So blessed, the pastor Says gather your kin This one smells like original sin The secret is out The cat’s in the hole And careful now Cause people are cruel So blessed, the cantor Sings songs for our whims This one smells like original sin
8.
Banged Up 04:20
Who would want to live forever in a banged up holiday? You’re gone and feeling sorry for yourself but I’m not following Tattle tales, your tattle tales This one’s gonna be quite the parade I’m only tardy when you’re late I’m only tardy when you’re late Insults serving parties behind the wind What it would have been, oh what it would have been For your smaller army on the hill Oh what it would have been, oh what it would have been Who would want to live forever in a banged up caravan? I’m glad you’re feeling good and proper but that’s just not how you win You promised me, you promised me When this was over you would go away You’re only charming when you’re fake You’re only charming when you’re fake Insults serving parties behind the wind What it would have been, oh what it would have been For your smaller army on the hill Oh what it would have been, oh what it would have been You're gathering wood for the fire that warms the rain You put a hole in the tire and stowed away But I’m the light on the pavement that warms the walls Your shock's a new motivation I want to want Yeah you’re the noise when I’m tired and baggy-eyed Sell me to the next highest buyer and get me high Cause I’m the light on the pavement that burns the walls Your shock’s a new motivation I want to want
9.
Way Gone 03:55
Hey, it’s a test run, it’s a folly Way gone We’re too little and too late You are a storm cloud, I’m a gulley Way gone And you would have this wash away Way gone Won’t cover me no more Hey, the train home isn’t running Way gone You are a heartbreak ‘round the bend And I’ll be your rebound if you want it Way gone Just want to know your shape again Way gone Won’t trouble me no more Don’t, don’t you let it be Don’t, don’t you let it be Don’t, don’t you let it be No, it isn’t good for me Don’t, don’t you let it be Don’t, don’t you let it be

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released March 1, 2019

Music and production: Tom Shape
Mastering: Storybook Sound
Album art: Naomi Crohn

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