Broken Crucible

by Stomatopod

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1.
The jock and the prom king are coming around to put me down. The pig and the weasel are taking their shade under mushroom clouds. Designed in total silence I can't run, I can't hide, I can't breathe Disguised by velvet handshakes How the hell am I the only one to see? We got this thing and I’ll be damned if I don’t swallow you We got this thing and it’s a shame you won't be coming too. Bleed out loud The man in the pinstripes is watching a show he’s already seen We were given a ride with the groom and the bride on gossamer wings I can't defend my country All I know is all I see is fantasy I can't extend my conscience To every boy and girl who feels the world is theirs to waste We got this thing and I’ll be damned if I don’t follow you We got this thing and I’m ashamed I won’t be coming too. We got this thing and I’ll be damned if I don’t swallow you We got this thing and it’s a shame that you’re not coming too.
2.
Baudelaire 03:48
Baudelaire! Animal! I am not ashamed. Leopold! Slippery slope! I am not a slave. I'm the bear in Lily’s park I crossed the bridge She’s the statue that began to breathe I crossed the bridge I booked my passage on a sinking ship I crossed the bridge Laudanum Les Fleurs du mal I'm in the dark Half of dreams Half of hell I’m in between
3.
Microwaves 04:00
I’m paralyzed. It never ends. Paralyzed by medicine. Is this what it’s coming to? Looking back I was dead, it seems. Hunted down by memories Is this what it’s coming to? And I know I’m not going to. Friend of mine — we’re not OK. Our eyes are closed; our tongues afraid. We take what comes. They terrorize and condescend. They pick apart the common thread. Is this what it’s coming to? They took a chance and stole it all. Broke the rules to change the laws. Is this what it’s coming to? I know I’m not going to. Friend of mine — the time is now! We’ll make our move, I’ll show you how. We’ll take what’s ours. We take what’s ours.
4.
Guillotine 03:53
The sun is on the decline Although I lost my halo I'm gonna see you tomorrow And now — autumn rewind The summer in spotlight Just like an anchor at sea I dropped the mirror And all of a sudden Things have never been clearer We talk to no one We account for nothing Like all that matters to me I want what I lost out on I want it inside of me I want what I found out now A grain of sand in the deep blue sea Now and ever after I can deal with the bruises More than the sound of your laughter And now — autumn rewind The summer in hindsight The winter’s coming for me Was it memory or was it mockery? Amnesty or misogyny? Hand grenades disguised as jellybeans. A cash machine as a guillotine.
5.
Close your eyes. There’s no time to sympathize. You gotta flip the switch on all your enemies. It’s getting dark outside It’s getting dark outside And everywhere I look all I see is nonsense nonsense nonsense Your hands your heart your face - ordinary Your sight your smell your taste - very ordinary Outside the human race - one of many By now you know your place Overstay. No one wanted you anyway. If only you could claim a shred of self-respect. It’s getting dark outside It’s getting dark outside And then I flip the switch and see the conscious lack of conscience.
6.
Straight from a magazine A book of matches and a can of gasoline I’m not alone Hoffa and Earhart and Santa and the Holy Ghost I tried to burn this sterile scene But all I did was moan and groan (that seed is sown) I’m sure I’ll find the time this time When I do you’ll be the first to know This metronome Inside my chest is there to show That every step I take is less a running count than a counting down I’m sure I’ll strike the match this time And when I do you’ll be the first to know
7.
Me Oh My Oh 03:03
Me oh my oh Cardboard cutout Slow and steady Never ending Never bet on the old, on the sold, on the clock, on the clique It’s quite a sight to behold — they say those same old things again You can’t count on the men who are told how to vote by the rich The only way to behave is to start a revolution then We came in from the cold And we deliver the heat We’re already there And we deliver on a Revolution No substitution Declaration Revolution! Me oh my oh Cocked and ready Bloody water Hold me under Started life as a son, then a con, then a pawn, then a thief I stole the heart that was drawn in finer lines than a pencil can Pasted onto my face was a smile after while I could taste And after while I was told to say those same old things again Me oh my oh
8.
Subcutaneous 03:54
When I’m gone you won’t hardly remember when you play my defender to the ones with sticks and stones I’ll be the one who is searching for an answer, who is bracing for disaster like a man left on his own I’ll have you know I am mildly submissive to the notion of addiction when my knees are to the floor Looking back I am crossed with my direction, I can see in my reflection I am nothing anymore We set the pace for all the fake apologies We are the ones who paint the floor We all want the medications to our limitations so we can lose control Someone give me an explanation for our aspirations and tell me why they’re so low I hope you’re proud when you stand at full attention and declare your best intentions aren’t quite what they were before You may think that the world is still turning when you feel the bodies burning while you stand and sing the song
9.
I should have realized The more you say the less you do And now, right before my eyes Another failed attempt at staying true Yeah, I’m quite a sight to behold, but I’m fine now I came in from the cold just to find out how I’ve got a love that’s so hard to define I couldn’t memorize All of the things you asked me to And now I don’t believe I don’t believe that I’m a little late to bloom
10.
I was thinking that it’s right outside my door. And I’m sinking, but I’m standing on the shore. I know what’s happening I know who’s pulling the strings I know now We were vicious in the nicest kinds of ways. We get urges. Happens every couple days. I know what’s happening. I know who’s pulling the strings. And I know what is happening. And I know that this one’s not going to. And I know that this one’s not going. We were captured by our endless need for more. We’re not sorry. That’s what’s friends are for. I know what’s happening. I know who’s pulling the strings. Well, I know now.
11.
On my way down to Mexico I made a bet with an Eskimo I said, “The world is flat. I know what I see. And I've got all I need right here in front of me.” All I want is to blow My fortune fantastically It all depends on the dividends We go Few to many automatically Full to empty automatically We just close our eyes and it falls from the skies From born to buried automatically Dragged my arm with a razor blade As I strangled a hand grenade A slaughter’s only a mess when you fail the test and I'm getting straight As these days anyways We go Few to many automatically Full to empty automatically You'll be down on your knees while I spread my disease From born to buried automatically

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released December 14, 2019

Stomatopod is:
John Huston, vocals/guitar
Sharon Maloy, bass/vocals
Elliot Dicks, drums

Music by Stomatopod
Lyrics by John Huston

Recorded by Stomatopod at the Gun Room, Chicago, IL
Mixed by Matt Engstrom at Burn the Furniture
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering
Artwork by Chris Williams

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• John Huston, vocals and guitar
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• Elliot Dicks, drums and jokes

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