Murk Matinal

by Oh My Snare!

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released December 1, 2017

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Track Name: You Can Always Tell a Milford Man
Have we grown wise or mild?
When former allies once wild
Meet their demise and comply
If even Pleistocene-born mycelium fungi
Bow to the machine
When this bus sighs, so do I
I'm done challenging, I yield
I'm just not the walrus, I'm checking out
To be honest, I'm a wuss
And I'm chickening out, yes I'm chickening out
Could there in parallel dimensions be uncompromising versions of me?

How lost are my allies!
The cost was my inner child
Well, cynicism prevails in this world where I have signed
Now sober me admits
What drunk me told a thousand times to mirror me
I'm not quite the fighter you admired
Held this sword for years, now my arms are tired
And I ramble about our glory years
The adrenaline rush, the art
The sense of wonder, the Liu Kang kicks
Oh I'm sure the parallel versions of me are itching to share their theory:
“I could be you! You could be the new me!
We could totally be pulling some Freaky Friday thing
You’re not cursed! It’s never too late to create an alternate universe”

I'd love to meet brave me
For a piece of advice and a cup of tea
This uncompromising man from a world where I haven't signed
He'd probably say:
"Where the fuck was your spine on the day that you signed?
Nah, nevermind… It's not too late save your timeline
You know, in parallel dimensions dwell versions of you strong as hell
You're not bound to always sell yourself short, you can still rebel
I could be you! You could be the new me!"
Track Name: 加油
All of a sudden
The voices go silent
Color me dead
I could use some 加油!
Track Name: Happy Mask Salesman Is My Homeboy
I bet you wanna see my impersonation of a jolly little fellow
Let me wipe these tears and I'll come say hello
Or do you wanna witness my downfall?
I'd save you a seat if only you'd call
From time to time

Do you wanna see my impersonation of a respectable Mrs.?
I'll give you some bullshit about how successful the band is
How my career's blooming late and how great I've fared
I know you'll take the bait, 'cause you've never really cared

And when I see your blissful grin
That well-fed tummy, that upheld chin of yours
I got a feeling of checkmate
And it gets so hard not to impersonate

And when I see you do so fine
I can't help but wish you shared this quicksand life of mine
So I just overcompensate
And slowly become this impersonator I hate
Track Name: Anywhere But Home, Fuck Home
Your sheets are fresh with a lavender scent
But underneath they reek of sex, which is nice
Leaves are rustling, you’re making coffee
I’m wasting smiles in your hair, I like the quiet, I like your butt
Oh I’m not in love, just glad you brought me here in this endless morning
I should be home, but I fear home
My sheets are full of nightmares and bedbugs, my roommate won’t sleep
He can hear them pleading:

“Please come home, we’re gonna eat your very soul
Isn’t that what you want, familiar hands ripping your heart, ripping your heart?”
But I don’t wanna go home
In my bed, my motivation is bleeding while bedbug eggs are hatching
And your ass distracts my eyes from the irony
And your lips soothe the mindfuck

I like this park, squirrels don’t judge you
If you give them almonds, they won’t see the failure you’ve become
I used to dream of tides and mountains, not goddamn Facebook events
Tonight I’m sleeping at your place
I’m not in love, don’t wanna go home
I’m fucking scared, my nightmares and bedbugs
I can see them breeding
I can hear them pleading:

“Please come home, we’re gonna eat your very soul
Isn’t that what you want, familiar hands ripping your heart, ripping your heart?”
Well I don’t wanna go home, no!
In my bed, my motivation is bleeding while bedbug eggs are hatching
And your ass distracts my eyes from the irony
I should thank you for all the meaningless sex... and coffee
But I’ll be on my way now
Say, could I have one last smile for the road home?

You should check your linens for bedbugs
I might also have left all the mindfuck
Track Name: The Subtle Art of Transmuting Gold into Lead
The thing with my cat’s paws is: it’s fine for raking, it doesn’t grab much
Aghast, Batman pauses at the sight of his baneful touch
Until he proceeds with a stroke of his claws
But merely ruins all that falls in his paws
And as the saying goes...

One must avoid pauses lest one glimpse how putrid a wreck
Have our litter boxes become
Chase, pounce, bite the stupid toy
One must avoid pauses lest one glimpse how hopeless a wretch
Has everyone of us become
Run, run, run
Run, run, run, gotta catch the last bus

Once a clowder took my heart captive
Now it looks just like a kitchen sieve
And if I stutter, enter anguish
So now I’m restless, restless
A flame you can’t extinguish

One must avoid pauses lest one glimpse how putrid a wreck
Have our litter boxes become
Chase, pounce, bite the stupid toy
One must avoid pauses lest one glimpse how hopeless a wretch
Has everyone of us become
Run, run, run
Work, work, work, gotta work your ass off

There’s a quitter in me that just wants to cuddle and purr
Well, that’s for lazy-ass losers
Not me, I’m an achiever
Not to brag
But I’m this close to mastering the subtle art of transmuting gold into lead
I’ll take a break when I’m dead!
Track Name: Giants & Windmills
Grandma, grandma could never find it in her heart to go back downstairs
Not after her little boy tripped and fell down the stairwell and snapped his neck
Now the world is full of her
Made-up enmities

Her grandson, grandson could never muster the courage to get out of bed and get shit done
Not after he had a bite of the adventurous nomadic lifestyle his dull body now craves
In his skull embers smoulder with his
Made-up odysseys

Through generations we still spiral
Just in different rooms of our undoing
His bottomlessness, her Quixote quarrels
Her giants, his windmills
She died a recluse, her sorry tale unsung
Now nothing will ever fill his hollow lungs
But primal therapy!
Track Name: The Depixal Dance of Death
Last night's gig was definitely a success
Then how come I feel so useless
And devoid of a purpose?
It must be the evil evil carbs

No more alcohol
That's it for me I quit everything fun
Don't invite me until I got none
Of this gloom, but a purpose
That should be right after I cut out the evil carbs

Hey!
I'm not blaming it on my friends
Please don't blame it on me
Hey!
I'm not blaming it on my friends
Please don't blame it on me
Track Name: L'Arbre Blanc
We were summer kids
Born on the equinox
Quite the tough guys in our crib
But everyone looks cool in August

We used to talk for hours
About our D&D campaign, about girls
Leaning on this white tree midway from our homes
We could never go to bed, go to bed
‘Cause that would mean we’d stop the fun
See, we caved in at some point
And woke up apart

We were summer kids
Born on the equinox
Trying desperately not to skid
Now that autumn is upon us

We used to drink for hours
Reciting lines from Caddyshack on Amherst
It wasn’t heaven, but it was nice having our own hell
We could never go to work, go to work
‘Cause that would mean we’d stop the fun
Somehow we lost track down the road
Like with every fucking soul I’ve ever loved

Yet our friendship lived on, through aeons gone
Though our hardships took on, leaving but crumbs
But we’re back to our tree
Whenever I plug in my guitar and you’re beating on your drums

And our friendship lives on!
And our friendship lives on!
And our friendship lives on!
But we’re back to our tree whenever you beat on your drums
Track Name: 2015 Was My Water Temple, Here's A Seranade
It’s been a year and I’m still playing gravekeeper
Forsaking these streets like I forsook your departure
Faceless commuters’ drowsy eyes are staring past me
Ignoring my heart pounding a lament in morse code
The exact sequence to warp me back to you
Fiery tongues and chimes
I take my leave Farore-style
It's hard not to crack
It's hard not to crack

No traffic, no headlights, just me, your tombstone, this frozen river
The damp, starless night, some keepsakes and a lantern
Before my eyes, the uncanny vision of a child standing on the ice
A gleeful spectre of brothers lost
His eyes filled with hopes and dreams he glanced afar
As a path of light sparked up, cutting through the fog like a chisel
Through my heart ever-pounding a lament in morse code
The exact sequence to finally fuse with you
Edges overlap
We reunite Twinrova-style
Now half of me is strong enough not to crack
Still hard not to crack

As the ice sheet crumbles
In rapids teeming with sprites we tumble
And at long last let our shared embodiment
Be swayed downstream
That’s about when the child’s gaze prompts an eerie thought in me
“This is the road we must follow”

Oh i get it now
If I wanna get back on track I need the ice to crack
Track Name: Quantum Entanglement
Just give me a day off, give me a damn jetpack
No need for a welcoming committee
For me to take off and finally come back
To New York City
I don't care, I don't care much for Times Square
Don't wanna be another fucking tourist
Proudly waving her selfie stick
Just get me straight to Bushwick
Where the smell might be foul
But luckily the amount of fucks I give
Is equal to the sum of all the towns where I wanna live
That are not currently housing Freya and her Howl

“Just give me one reason not to leave this shithole
Before the next curve ball
And teleport myself North
To Montreal
These looming walls, this ceiling of cables and skyscrapers
The naïve herd of pledge takers
Got me all confused
For a second I thought I would have to settle for getting
Wasted with acquaintances
But luckily I met an awesome girl
She plays opposite geeks in that band, around the world
Well, not really the world, more like Vermont
I guess she's trying to get closer”
You bet I am!

Well then let's get closer!
Grab my mic, drench in my sweat, drown in my eyes and I won’t forget
That I need you closer!
Let's stop pretending that love is only for lovers
I need you closer!
So let’s get closer!
...before we go back home and wrinkle alone
Track Name: The Stelazine Stomp
Annie, I'm sorry I wasn't there for your birthday
I would've impersonated a friend anyway
I know it sucks
But hey, I'm not the one making the rules here
Looking at you, evil evil carbs...

Hey!
I'm not blaming it on my friends
Please don't blame it on me
Hey!
I'm not blaming it on my friends
Please don't blame it on me

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