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Open Mike Eagle might not have all the answers, but few artists in hip-hop, music, or American life are asking smarter questions. In a landscape governed by ceaseless babble, flashing lights, and hollow lies, Eagle harmonizes into the void so we don’t have to.

On this descent into the digital trenches, Eagle teams up with British producer, Paul White for Hella Personal Film Festival. Released on Mello Music Group, the full collaboration finds White behind the SP-1200s, conjuring a psychedelic strain of soul-funk, booming drums, and 21st century crate-digging in tropical attics of the imagination. On the microphone, the Chicago-bred, LA-based, Eagle artfully breaks down the banalities and perils of the modern condition.

Recorded in London, Eagle’s new album continues where his 2014 masterpiece, Dark Comedy left off. It’s anxiety-riddled but whimsical, addicted to and scornful of social media, stuffed with old wrestling in-jokes and film snippets. Self-aware admissions blend into attacks on societal double standards.

Known for alchemical solo work and collaborations with Danny Brown, Homeboy Sandman, and Mos Def, this is White’s first proper union with Eagle. The two artists bonded over the notion of diversity. The process started out with rough demos, which White ended up finishing in post-production—playing guitar, drums, bass, keyboards, percussion and pieces of wood found in a forest. Its genius ultimately comes from the pair mining a deep vein of emotional content—a discussion of the things we feel that you don’t say. A movie that hits so accurately it’s almost uncomfortable.

These are tense anthems for the vulnerable, consecrations to black people with rich internal lives, agnostic prayers for those grappling with pain. They’re emotional landmines leavened by the wry bleakness usually only found in great stand-up comedians. Eagle exists in the lineage of They Might Be Giants and Richard Pryor, Freestyle Fellowship and his longtime friend and collaborator, Hannibal Burress.

Within the first act, the plot becomes clear. See “Admitting the Endorphin,” where Eagle raps, “I chase my poison tail and get so high that voices fail.” These are the movies he’d make it he knew how to make movies. Surreal vignettes about waking up with burrito hangovers in hotels you don’t recognize, wondering if you remembered to charge your phone. Aesop Rock and Hemlock Ernst (Sam Herring of Future Islands) pop up as fellow travelers.

No one is better than Eagle at capturing the nauseous disorientation of day-to-day life. The deluge of sports highlights, unread texts and Twitter notifications. The compulsive need to check your phone at red lights and pauses in conversation. But his incisiveness extends far beyond observational humor. “Smiling (Quirky Race Doc)” examines the slights and casual bigotry of daily interaction. “A Short About a Guy That Dies Every Night” is a morbid rumination on death.

These are the returns after long dark nights of the soul. When the noises are loud, the lights are off, and the armor is pierced. Short films that loop over and over again, as soon as you close your eyes.

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released March 25, 2016

Vocals: Open Mike Eagle
Producers: Paul White
Featuring: Hemlock Ernst, Aesop Rock

All Songs Recorded at Office/Space Studios
All Songs Mastered by Daddy Kev @ Cosmic Zoo
Open Mike Eagle is Published by Wichita Songs/Domino Music Publishing

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Track Name: Admitting The Endorphin Addiction
I chase my poison tail
and get so high that voices fail.
I heard that when you in a fucked up space no one can hear you signal help
I tried to set 'em straight
Tell them I self medicate
All they saw's a glitchy video but then I never show my cards
Instead I write for stealth
blah blah blah I cry for help
All this belly-aching's just to say my belly's hurtin after all
It's all endorphins though
Or maybe every Scorpio is predisposed to never feel as cold as the first time they felt a loss

My addiction, my obsession, my admission, my rejection, I insisted, I accepted
My prescription carried us away
carried us away

Pretend I didn't know who smoked up all the mistletoe
you'd really be surprised how innovative I can get when left alone
And once them cravings strike,
I knew I should say goodnight
Want for them endorphins got me saying everything except for that
White knuckle rodeo and failing fills my holy holes
Staring at my phone wondering how endorphins travel via screen
As I feel my withdrawal
I understand them 90's songs
Rap music has ruined me, I always want to loop my favorite part

day to day to day is ground zero I'm 20 years im 20 inches tall
Today today my sky has fallen, I have no resolve


My addiction, my obsession, my admission, my rejection, I insisted, I accepted
My prescription carried me away
carried me away
Track Name: I Went Outside Today (feat. Aesop Rock)
I feel so fly today
emerged from my very narrow heel-toe hideaway
my bad like what people that steal old lighters say
I told the emperor to get real clothes right away.
I'm focused enough to knit a whole sleeper quilt
and train tunnels movin’ through people like a Peterbilt
I found what all of my confident voices are
I'm feeling free 20 pounds on my oyster card
G'on 'head with my Dwayne Wayne looking ass
I want a stupid mic stand carved from a wooden staff
I'm trying to relive days that I couldn’t grab
I looked up what Lena Dunham said and I shouldn’t have.
I don’t know how I ever faced the odds
As a child I played grab-ass and shot paper wads
I matriculated up by the grace of Bob
used to licks macrame, cricket and decoupage
I'm trying to find true moments
Big Martel's cologne can blind you Hogan
The American part of my mind's too swollen
If I was a font I would hate Times New Roman
I travel light like a choir cant
A modern satellite's equipped to spy on a fire ant,
which is cool 'cause them fuckers is dangerous
I'm trying to learn to face....
fuck!

Yeah, I feel so uppity
Peter Piper picked the purple stuff before the Sunny D
Summer pants, all of my receptors up and under siege
Itchy middle fingers triple lindy out the ugly tree
Snap, Crack, show him to the closest blooming onion
reclusive koopas moving out the dungeons into gundam
money run along, sleeves up Tero on his upper arm
sneak around a thousand crows peppering the front lawn
bite a bat's head off before doors
I'll forward you the recipe bork bork
Quarter and draw everything
orbit a failing biosphere
Pioneer of pestilence my stylist is a science fair
The future primitive is skitching off the pace car
Rebel yell except for when he whistle by the graveyard
If I ain’t home wiping spittle of the space bar,
I'm trying to be the first jarred brains on a face card
Track Name: Dang Is Invincible
I’m so invincible
I’m so invincible
I’m not so vulnerable like I was before
And I feel wonderful
(Dang, Dang, Dang)
Ya’ll can’t fuck with me
I’m unfuckwithable
I’m so invincible
It’s a dang day
I visited my jail but I can’t stay
AH!
I’m used to hearing what the pain say
I’m going out but not going out the same way (uh uh!)
I rented me a bicycle woke up in the hood I aint recognize it
Saw a weird lookin’ cop
and I said goodbye, fucked around and got a little bit of exercise (yeah!)
Everything was overblown
Woke up first down and its goal to go (dang!)
I’m in the zone you know,
somebody asked to collab and I told them no (uh uh!)
cause I won’t enjoy it
told the school loan people I was unemployed
and they believed me!
This blouse is cool again, needed the right blue and I found cerulean
woke up without a hangover
that burrito worked
my stomach my head and my teeth don’t hurt
I didn’t vomit on my street clothes!
Then I charged my phone, I was drunk and still remembered to charge my phone (dang!)
That burrito was good as fuck, I drank a whole bottle of water when I got back home (yeah!)
Some other days I don’t be knowing what to do
Today is dang I got another point of view
I’m sayin dang today I aint afraid of you
Or you
Or you
Or you

I’m so invincible
I’m so invincible
I’m not vulnerable like I was before
Now I feel comfortable
(Dang, dang, dang)
Ya’ll can’t fuck with me
I’m unfuckwithable
I’m so invincible

Start tremendous, feel good without being narcissistic
Did the whole tour didn’t get a parking ticket
Looked in my heart and there wasn’t no darkness in it (ack!)
Feel awesome dude
Found some wind to throw caution to
Ate awesome food
Threw some trash in the trash from across the room like swish!
Didn’t even use the wall
Met some humans and didn’t get confused at all (dang!)
Found new resolve and strength to get through when my crew dissolved
Less clumsy, didn’t dress funny
I made some good times, I made some rent money
Got positive strokes from talking to folks
and for a day I aint sweat no anonymous quotes
I’m like (dang, dang, dang, dang, dang…)

I’m so invincible
I’m so invincible
I’m not vulnerable like I was before
Now I feel wonderful
(Dang, dang, dang)
Ya’ll can’t fuck with me
I’m unfuckwithable
I’m so invincible

I could be the one for one nano sec
I could be the one for one nano sec
I could just be the one for one nano sec
I get to be
Track Name: Check To Check
Hold up:
I wont work without checking my phone first
Put it down for my son while I’m checking his homework
The world’s in my palms so I’m checking the whole earth
The thumbnail I use for swiping my phone hurts
Checking at ballparks
Checking at Walmart
If I was a caddy I would check in my golf cart
I’m watching football then I check every false start

I’m livin check to check I keep checkin livin from
check to check I keep checkin livin from
check to check I keep checkin livin from
check to check I keep checkin livin from
check to check I keep checkin

Incoming calls directly rejected
If you wanna talk suggest you leave message
I check check check like every three seconds (yeah)
I’m recording right now and I’m checking between takes
every notification that my phone machine makes
I put it down whenever but its never a clean break
I should get a heavy phone and pretend its a free weight
I’m checking at red lights like school nurse check for headlice
Like sound men check for dead mics
Just like I’m merging, checking the left lane
I’m trying to get home so I can check if my check came
Checking if what I sent looks poorly written
But did that dude holler back, no of course he didn’t
My laptop don’t sleep, open and shut case
I’m checking for mail while its checking for updates
My timeline’s poppin, aint talking to you
Look my man Dart Adams straight dropping the jewels
I should reduce my check count to a moderate few
A watched pot don’t boil so my water stay cool

I’m livin from check to check
Keep checkin, livin from check to check
I keep checkin,
battery getting low but its not quite out yet
so check I’m in your house now checking for outlets
I need to use maps cause I don’t know the route yet
I need to see an email I don’t know when to soundcheck
Yeah I should have wrote it all down from the outset
crawl under your couch and really I just figured this out
is this an outlet here on the ground? yes
I’m back in the game, back in the game
I’m back in the game, back in the game
I’m living from check to check, I keep checkin
living from check to check, I keep checkin
livin from check to check

“I control you all day all night you will check me constantly you may never turn me off or put me down if you do I will come hunting for you humans no longer rule the world machines do you silly humans suffer forever”
Track Name: The Curse of Hypervigilance (In Politics, Romance & Cohabitation)
He came through town in an old jeep, looking like 1997
Won a few hearts with a bold speech
Talking ‘bout “lets go find the weapons”
talking ‘bout “let’s be good again”
And looking like all niggas ever wanted
Oh, big time bank hank wins again
get a new nameplate, but they own the office
Feels so good when we go to auction
Four year lease with a low deposit
Get a hundred loans so you can go to college
Your diploma’s rolled into a Polish sausage
Umpteenth time we believed the theater
Wished on a piece of meteor
Why? the greediest men they need a disguise
But heres a news flash: the media lies
Dang

I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all
shoulda known, shoulda known
shoulda known, shoulda known

How long was you pent up?
Your little pinch of defense sucked
You was an early bird to the 33rd
But at certain words you tensed up
And I know cause I’m watching too close
Like a type-2 dude with food with mad glucose
Hark who goes there I’m Centurion
I’ve been curious since my cesarian section
I let shit look mysterious
inside quakes coulda shook the pyramids
searchin between all the cushioned areas
I warned you I wish you took me serious
Deleterious and dropping facts and got co-conspirators
so watch your back
and I’m paranoid so you could not relax
And I never holler so don’t holler back, naw

I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all
shoulda known, shoulda known
shoulda known, shoulda known

You put some shit in my mashed potatoes
the list of suspects is just you
you put on a scratch on my Masekela
put a tiny rock in my left shoe
put smelly shit on my car keys
sticky shit in my Arizona
shrunk my shirt so the arms squeeze
hid my miniature Testsrossa

You put some shit in my mashed potatoes
the list of suspects is just you
you put on a scratch on my Masekela
put a tiny rock in my left shoe
put smelly shit on my car keys
sticky shit in my Arizona
shrunk my shirt so the arms squeeze
hid my miniature Testarossa
Track Name: Insecurity
Dont lie to me
they get exposed so violently the pain in the soul won’t go quietly
do whatever you want just be straight
show and prove, tell the truth as a whole and don’t wait
Be straight with me
I know its hard and you hate to be confrontational
The information flows gracefully if you let it
I can’t loan from memory banks with no credit
Let it go, don’t edit
I can take it
the only real truth is butt naked
and I know when you faking
maybe them others was impatient
But I’m telling you to trust I can take it
Trust is so sacred
We need a solid foundation of openness
with no hesitation
Just talk to me
I’m here just talk to me
Give it to me straight just talk to me


You know what I mean
You aint gotta say it like that though
It’s ‘bout being real and not being an asshole
We can keep real without being so rude though
We all hella grown and you know when its too cold
Say it all harsh and the damage is two-fold
Spoon full of sugar makes the medicine smooth though
I’m saying though, you aint gotta say it like that though
You can be true and still come off tactful
Is that so hard?
I aint asking for too much
Beat me in the head with the shit like its nunchucks
I aint saying cover, just butter the truth up
You know I’m sensitive and you came to me too tough

You know what, fuck it, just lie
You aint gotta say shit, fuck it just lie
don’t say shit just hide
just fake it just lie
I said it but I changed my mutherfuckin mind
just lie
Track Name: Smiling (Quirky Race Doc)
It’s all fine and dandy when the show starts
before then avoided like a ghost fart
I gets what ups and nods but for the most part,
nobody smiles at me cause I’m a Black man
Until the show starts
before then avoided like a ghost fart
I gets what ups and nods but for the most part,
nobody smiles at me cause I’m a Black man

I know full well every white’s not a racist
but every Black man’s not a sex-crazed rapist
I was good in the hood, in college I was ruined
When walking I assumed you acknowledged the other humans
I tried to walk big with my chin bone lifted up
over compensating like I really don’t give a fuck
Today I saw a lady say hi to a stranger then avoid my eyes
like I’m a white person strangler
Walking past voters in the democratic blocks
that hit the windows and the automatic locks
If not reparations give me free Black therapy
And tell people you’re scared of them it makes them act scarily
I don’t want you, your purse or your pocket book,
them dumb yoga pants, boots or fur with the octopus
trust
I’m not trying to polish your toes, take your wallet and phone
or follow you home

It’s all fine and dandy when the show starts
before then avoided like a ghost fart
I gets what ups and nods but for the most part,
nobody smiles at me cause I’m a Black man
Until the show starts
before then avoided like a ghost fart
I gets what ups and nods but for the most part,
nobody smiles at me cause I’m a Black man

And to the guys in the flip flop squad
nobody needs your patronizing hip hop nod
just be a person, that’s the bottom line, be a person
and fuck the rhyme scheme this time, just be a person
then I can be a person too and we can be people
skip the validation and the need to feel equal
the dominating culture gets to choose from many modes
of expression and reflection of the path that they done chose
And my perception is froze, like a caveman lawyer advocating for myself
while trying to seem dumber than I is
I’m tired of thinking of this biz
I’m just trying to build a bridge for my goddamn kid
So the first time if ever his reputation slid
it could actually be for something that he did

It’s all fine and dandy when the show starts
before then avoided like a ghost fart
I gets what ups and nods but for the most part,
nobody smiles at me cause I’m a Black man
Until the show starts
before then avoided like a ghost fart
I gets what ups and nods but for the most part,
nobody smiles at me cause I’m a Black man

A hundred police want to sing one song, but only one gets the key
When a hundred police want to sing one song, somebody’s got to intervene
Now I’m not running for congress
I’ve got no platform or a plan
But when a hundred police wanna sing one song, all the people stop giving a damn
Track Name: Leave People Alone
I’ma tell you not to tell other people what to do
That is a specialized massick trip (magic, not massick)
magic trick
You have to be an adept to pull this off
or put it on

watch your hands make no demands
try to mind your own business
watch your hands make no demands
try to mind your own business

It aint even cold people layer up
and lady luck gave a fuck what you making up
sometimes pain’s even smaller than a paper cut
and while you all up in her face, she done faced enough
in LA people judge you if you take the bus
and rich folks say hey come to space with us (what?)

You should be polite you big dummy
shut the fuck up and let that man get money
look around your house for paintings left crooked
fix ‘em
and when you’re done, keep pushin and
maybe there’s some dust around your couch cushions
try to know your congressman without looking
try to know what bills is wild and outlandish
And who’s on what committee for house action
I don’t know either
You just seem bored
fox news shows and bowls of creamed corn
now I’m being judgmental
I get so pissed
Fuck political talk, you don’t know shit
Fuck subliminal talk, you don’t know shit
conspiracy theorists stop, you don’t know shit
Alex Jones and Glenn Beck are like peers
Modern profiteers of a culture of fear

watch your hands make no demands
try to mind your own business
watch your hands make no demands
try to mind your own business

It aint even cold people layer up
and lady luck gave a fuck what you making up
sometimes pain’s even smaller than a paper cut
and while you all up in her face, she done faced enough
in LA people judge you if you take the bus
and rich folks say hey come to space with us (what?)


Hi, its me again
Hi
Sometimes I don’t even know why I say things
All my heroes is singers that can’t sing
I want to paint things but can’t hold still
I miss my Grandmother’s smile and her oatmeal
When I fuck up I know how a goat feels
Remember when the homie Driver dropped Roadkill
that shit was so ill
And he’s my friend now
The troglodyte won, now he’s prehensile
or maybe troglodytes was to begin with
somebody turns to the “t”s in the appendix
says I don’t make much, I’m a spendthrift
I used to write dumb raps about pen spits
And now I write about dumb experiences
But they’re very rarely the ones I have
They’re usually some other people’s
Or they’re just completely imaginary
Track Name: A Short About A Guy That Dies Everynight
I heard some lucky guys live a hundred lives
I wake up with a stomach full of half-dead butterflies
I’m full of dread for the fade to the evening
as each night fall brings the blades of the guillotine
some nights struck down, trying to stand on my power
most nights on my belly playing dead like a coward
with eyes shut tight, no muscle flexes frozen
don’t speak to eek out a couple extra moments
I’m trying to slow my vitals, doing silent breathing
Its the life of a offbeat show during pilot season
execs wanna see who can cancel me the most
so fast I never get the chance to be a ghost
the lifespan of a housefly
trade it for a eon in the sand with my mouth dry
Give me torture
Give me terrible marching orders
Give me dirty water
Give me anything except shorter

gunned down when its sundown
murdered in cold blood every day
yet dumb hope juice springs eternal like it don’t know
I’m bout to be gunned down when its sundown
bout to be choked out by the night
If I could just live for more than one day I might be gold

I’m hoping one day that my carcass is hard boiled
I’m stuck in the cycle of a cartoon gargoyle
And if I live to be a hundred and one days old
I grow straight up to the sun and get charbroiled
But maybe ever lasting life is a curse though
eternity is drama, making life the commercial
but no 30 second advert has enough build
with all the night vision camera footage as a snuff film
Crush, kill, cycle of a sun is build, destroy
I fell on so many swords my stomach’s got a keloid
I’ve died on the phone
I’ve died over email
I’ve died in the silence where the limbs of a tree fell
And lived for a brief spell to lose consciousness
in the middle of a grief yell
waking in a deep well
to start it all over when the pendulum drifts switch
which two gods birthed this to begin with?

gunned down when its sundown
murdered in cold blood every day
yet dumb hope juice springs eternal like it don’t know
I’m bout to be gunned down when its sundown
bout to be choked out by the night
If I could just live for more than one day I might be gold

Died every day like enemies in power rangers
up against a homicidal flower strangler
I even heard of some growing in the upper room
its real fucked up to sit and have to watch the others bloom
born on the train to auschwitz berkineau
groundhog’s day every night ends in murder tho
Track Name: Protectors of the Heat (feat. Hemlock Ernst)
sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up
sticks and stones that get thrown
at these stick up kids just kids
you know these kids can grow
pundits denying them this
so we pick up sticks for stickup kids
sticks we pick up sticks we pick up sticks
and stones that get thrown at these stickup kids
just kids you know these kids can’t grow
without sunlight and grit
so for stick up kids we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up sticks
we pick up sticks
sticks we pickup sticks

Gatsby
seven headed dragon ashy
wake up out of casio
carry pins by the gallon though
little mario tortoise shells spectacles
and monacles
diamond fitted
spinning from ruby necklaces
high polish
I aint gotta wallet
just paperclips and newspaper clippings
suggestions
new papers
missions
overtaken the district
far from pensive
emotionally unstable
when looking from grave to cradle
b boy in me, head spin like a dradel
tongue moves
the simplest sentences
past the nimblest premises
gods officiate the remnants
for the god divines the way the spine is crooked
and hookers need a tenement after sunday supper
out on 25th part the lips
force fed monogamy since bible verses
preface place settings
silver spoon, table mahogany
trouble new morse code
tap tip toe by proxy
oxycontin levels maximized my runners high
honest why
no simple way around this elevation
cliff running for young son darting
out from under tow
bury my opponents in a wave of exhalation
ten ton flow American Blue Beard and Thunder Crow
too much for these young minds to handle
dismantle candles and start a circle wax around the artist

sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up
sticks and stones that get thrown
at these stick up kids just kids
you know these kids can grow
pundits denying them this
so we pick up sticks for stickup kids
sticks we pick up sticks we pick up sticks
and stones that get thrown at these stickup kids
just kids you know these kids can’t grow
without sunlight and grit
so for stick up kids we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up sticks
we pick up sticks
sticks we pickup sticks

I’m in an MJ jacket with 11 gold buttons
trying to tell you what to do
when I never know nothin’
Its a secret we’re all damn desperate for
feel it in the wet grass with lungs full of petrichor
Whats a method?
Fuck its a suggestion
Look at the assumptions that snuck into the questions
I’m grown, my dinner’s vanilla cones,
skeleton in closet’s big thick gorilla bones
and everything’s encrusted
like jewelry or better yet chicken breast
quick, pick: oral or written test
Which picked florals for vision quest
a little warm depth from Cassandra
accompabying checks from a sponsor
I’ll text you a mantra
Inhale til your chest is enlarged on your exhale
say Jeff you’re a monster
I’m vexed at my own damn concerts
This mic’s dumb
I’m at the airport staring at my sliced thumb
Cookie face, about to go through security

sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up
sticks and stones that get thrown
at these stick up kids just kids
you know these kids can grow
pundits denying them this
so we pick up sticks for stickup kids
sticks we pick up sticks we pick up sticks
and stones that get thrown at these stickup kids
just kids you know these kids can’t grow
without sunlight and grit
so for stick up kids we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up
sticks we pick up sticks
sticks we pick up sticks
we pick up sticks
sticks we pickup sticks
Track Name: Insecurity Pt. II (The Moor The Marry Her)
(C’mon…you know….get outta here)
Naw girl its all good
ain't nothing special I had to say
don’t feel weird there's a chair here
just let me put this here bag away
its all good
all gravy
lets all hang and be real good pals
lets start drinking cause lord knows
I don’t wanna feel shit right now
whats wrong?
nothin' pressin'
just work shit, you know how that goes
I’m just meeting your friend here but don’t want to take us all down that hole
Tell me how ya’ll know each other
What’s crackin' homie?
Here take this seat
This bag’s for some shit after dinner
its with the shit I’m gon take with me
Don’t worry bout it, don’t worry bout it
Cant even tell you why I sat that there
Knock it down, push it over
hell, we making room, so shit, I don’t care
what y’all drinking, what y’all drinking?
I got ya’ll, this first round’s on me
Put your wallet down homeboy you just got here, you’re trying to clown on me?

Got used to being a pair
that outside world is scary though
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
I wasn’t really prepared, that outside world is scary though
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier

Got a small table cause I was saving the configuration we had before
Ain’t much difference in 2 and 3,
just put two together then add one more
don’t worry bout it
don’t worry bout it
lets point to people we call our folks
ah shit you already know
goddang girl you shared all our jokes
now with this new energy we’ll make new bits
and make new routines
now with these new permutations
when we play our games we got two new teams
hell ya’ll got your own history
I’m the newbie here, put me on
Good for jukebox variations since every night we play the same two songs
This extra drinking might take too long
thats the only drawback I see
Me and you we drink all the whiskey
I pray to god he don’t act like me
Two guys and one lady
We damn near could be Black Eyed Peas
Lets write a song about a girl whose slogan is
“Fuck you, I can do as I please”

Got used to us as a pair
That outside world is scary though
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier (I thought you’d come here on your own)
I wasn’t really prepared, that outside world is scary though
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier (I thought you’d come here on your own)
the more the merrier
the more the merrier
the more the merrier

I thought you’d come here on your own
I can’t fuck with new people
I get so anxious its lethal
Thought you’d know
I thought you’d come here on your own
I’m not like a cool person
In my head tonight I’m just cursin'
Thought you’d know
I thought you’d come here on your own
This hideout was so secret thought for sure thats how we’d keep it
Thought you’d know
I thought you’d come here on your own
I can’t fuck with new people
I get so anxious its lethal
Thought you’d know
Track Name: Dive Bar Support Group
We’ve gone too far
We don’t wanna go back home
We don’t like to see each other
But we don’t wanna go back home
Because we know what’s waiting
We don’t wanna go back home
We’ve all gathered here today
Cause we don’t wanna go back home
By the way I’ve signed my name
you can see how far I’ve gone
cant hold this pen how can i aim?
Still never found my nerve
we’re just talking through the window
Promising to make things right
trying to get ourselves to fight
for tomorrow night

Tomorrow I’m done
I’ll call up the homie
I’ll borrow his gun
I’m not gonna run
Im my father’s son
I hold up the legacy
macho and masculine, all in my pedigree
Angry and cold, bold and intense with it
Trying to not be so overly sensitive
failing, failed, like every day, damn

we know its trouble
so we don’t want to go back home
we know its dark in here
so we don’t want go back home
we sit here and act adventurous
so we don’t have to go back home
if anybody calls don’t say I’m here
cause I don’t want to go back home
by the time I get to Phoenix
is playing on the jukebox now
feels so bold I might repeat it
till the bartender makes that face
wasting time searching my homie’s songs
and even tried my own name
the results always the same
zero matches found

A couple of beers, parting the darkness
a couple appears, I don’t have a body, just knuckles and ears
please give me a glass with adjustable mirrors
don’t judge because I know its weird
what if they followed us here?
its gentrification tomorrow its Cheers
99 bottles of beer on the wall
then tears in the stalls

We’ve gone too far
We don’t wanna go back home
We don’t like to see each other
But we don’t wanna go back home
Because we know what’s waiting
We don’t wanna go back home
We’ve all gathered here today
Cause we don’t wanna go back home
By the way I’ve signed my name
you can see how far I’ve gone
cant hold this pen how can i aim?
Still never found my nerve
we’re just talking through the window
Promising to make things right
trying to get ourselves to fight
for tomorrow night
Track Name: Drunk Dreaming
Nothings the same
I forgot what they call you but whats in a name
(who the fuck is you?)
I’m buzzed unashamed
I forgot who I was, now my bloods full of flames
(so hot)
Now watch me do this dance
I feel like I’m in True Romance, where the director at?
And all my thoughts is loud
little man on my shoulder trying to talk me down
Couldn’t sit so I walked around
I thought I saw a clown so I fought the crowd
(kill em all)
And every time I close my eyes
A tiny Obama in a drone flies by
Now Gladys hold my calls
Its the future
I’m about to try to fold my walls
And now I know I’m gone
Feelin’ like these random strangers know my songs
(but they don’t!)
I’m still in my dance, in a full body roll while I clench my hands
(its like that though)
And then I shut my eyes
And Martin Luther King in a bus drives by
(what up?!)
I yell “what up Doc?”
he waves back at me and says “Mike you the muthafuckin’ man!”

Drunk dreaming
pardon me, mister officer, the room spinning and my thoughts are blurred
drunk dreaming
this might be dumb but where’d them butterfly wings on your face come from?
drunk dreaming
I need to take a poll right now: who else has got a belly full of ocean water?
drunk dreaming
I might be wrong but maybe life is just a Crucial Conflict song

I whispered oh my god
but ended up shouting “Bout to blow my wad!”
Gettin mad cause I can’t find my iPod
Its really bad cause I don’t even have a iPod
I’m damn close to filling my void
aint nobody killing my noise, its like a vampire
Replace the stake in the heart with a burrito to the face
I can’t even taste it though
I’m still tryin’ to do this dance
Doing terrible impressions like “yo, who’s this man?”
This kinda night makes a crew disband
But I’d rather be solo, so fuck all 12 of y’all
Is anybody else warm?
Shots of energon until we all transform
Call me Jameson Prime
He said whatever came to his mind cause he don’t give a fuck

drunk dreaming
pardon me, mister officer, the room spinning and its all a blur
drunk dreaming
Now I’m at my house, you’re trying to give me a ticket for blacking out on my own couch
drunk dreaming
Tell you how I got back home
shot of Patron turned me into a damn time traveler
drunk dreaming
And I’m oh so shook to see the online photobook I’m making bad faces
Track Name: Reprieve
I was raised in a bubble
Face to the bubble
Face to the window safe from the trouble
crack rock apocalypse chased through the rubble
My auntie’s a zombie, same as my uncle
Projects we stayed for a couple
Stayed in my inner space like Hubble
I came back to Earth but same days I struggled
These Western languages arranged like puzzles
I’m livin off a late night hustle
Living off pain, living off saying I love you
and there’s no daylight in the jungle
cause the police’ll beat the daylights from you
my insides rumble
I seek protection from the winds, I’m bundled
My ego’s an inch high, humbled
Trying to resist I got ten white knuckles
So I’m going back within my bubble

I counted my accomplishments
When I was finished
my whole shell dissolved
I fluctuate in confidence
It cost me so much to pretend I’m strong
I don’t want to but I’m gone
I don’t want to but I’m gone
I don’t want to but I’m gone
I didn’t want to but I’m gone

American anxiety dang, I be trying to hang
start out shouting, now I’m quietly sang
I can’t be the President but won’t die in a gang
Its your stereotype but its alive in my brain
so the effect is really kind of the same
chains like I’m a slave, its psychological so I can behave
in future days
I’ll be wondering why I was afraid
While I was anxious when I could of raged
the heart bangs
but the minds in the way
and makes waves without pushing away
its makes phrases that I wouldn’t say
I can’t hang is what I’m trying to say
I got to run up in this cage for a couple of days
so I can not feel strange for a couple of days
I’m buckled up in a plane
I’m stuck wondering what its gonna save
Its clinical I’m fitted with this cynical gaze
I counted my accomplishments
When I was finished
my whole shell dissolved
I fluctuate in confidence
It cost me so much to pretend I’m strong
I don’t want to but I’m gone
I don’t want to but I’m gone
I don’t want to but I’m gone
I didn’t want to but I’m gone