dan currin wrote, recorded, and mixed the album, with Sid Cooper vocals on screens, and David Chaparro and Emile Ward drums/percussion on the war drags on. many thanks to them! it's portland oregon 2022.
album mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic Mastering

feel free to check out the music video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGum9hqIt4c

abandon everything

precious memories clutter my doorstep
bags of golden things too lazy to sort
too bored to explore, i can't remember
i think it burned in the house fire

abandon everything, but don't worry
in the end, everything don't come back
abandon everything, but don't worry
in the end, everything don't come back

gold robe, golden bracelet
headache from metallic fumes
worry lines on the painting's forehead
online newspapers obsessed with doom

abandon everything, but don't worry
in the end, everything don't come back
abandon everything, but don't worry
in the end, everything don't come back

left a family, eating candy
on the Sandy River at mid-flood
left Georgino, with the red laugh
threw out the bathwater, no more suds

abandon everything, but don't worry
in the end, everything don't come back
abandon everything, but don't worry
in the end, everything don't come back

screens

walk down to the lake, kick away a river rock
ducks making some noise, wearing flip flops
pennyroyal in the air, smoke making the mountains soft
picking up the guitar, where you left off

there's nothing on this screen that'll make me happy
first stranger, then lover, then enemy
from danger to safe to the suburbs
with all their AR's and their AK's
holes in the sign and multiple bullets
cold by design, no public toilets
speeches prepared, don't care for sacrament
folding the chairs, dusting up asthmatic

sitting by the lake quietly smelling all the smoke
the sun is broke, the heron's croak
crack in the road, unload with the camera
panorama, losing stamina

it's alright, right?

music's on fucking move your feet
the same old shit, no need for a beat
i'm tired of working all day and fucking all night
muscles all tight, tired of the fight

kick off the shoes, put on the tank top
acidwash is on the decks, and the hippy hop
and the sweet faces without the masks,
i hope nobody gets the plague, i'm glad you asked

it's alright, right? right right
it's alright, right? right right
it's alright, right? right right
it's alright, right? right right

body rock with the 80's sound, middle age it all comes around
like mom jeans, jenko jeans, acidwash jeans, pleated jeans, jeans jeans jeans jeans jeans jeans
plead with me for another song, mr. dj won't you scream and nash your teeth
tip your bartender unless your rich, in which case stuff your face and forget about the kids

hold each other's hands and pray for peace, or tear it all down with steel cleats
burn the fucking town down or build it back up, this is my body this is my fuckin blood
robotic, i'm on top of the world. AI made the beat and i think it's sweet
AI took over somebody's world, i was unaffected did a kick and a twirl


the war drags on

there's no luck in a poor family, finished high school but nobody gives a fuck about a GED, fuck about a GED
joined up, went to basic, learned to drive a jeep,
and then the war broke out somewhere overseas, somewhere overseas

and i'm dreaming of a warm bed, somewhere to sleep
and a pillow to rest my head, and no more hungry
a piece of toast with butter, a cup of strong tea
a place to take off my boots and rest my feet

as the war drags on
as the war drags on

and the memories of my son, hugging my knees
and the memories of my sweetheart, waving to me
to die in this pit, with nothing to eat
dreaming of a warm place to curl up and sleep

as the war drags on
as the war drags on

they make bombs now stronger than, stronger than the gods
it's extinction to humanity if even one of them drops
and they keep on making them to protect their greed
because no bomb's ever gonna protect you or me

it's the other way around

i thought i ditched you made other plans
it's the other way around, it's a car of clowns
i thought my mind could think me out of this
this didn't give a shit, what thoughts there is
you lost a bet you made on the mountain
god was a word we agreed to use until then
everyone clamored for peace and love on earth forever
loving that clamor, carefully nursing the grammer

you love me and i diss you, it's the other way around, it's the other way around
i love you and you do you, it's the other way around, i miss you
and the thing that makes me, get out of bed at noon
and the thing that makes you, sing to your mirrors
there's a career working itself, shelves building themselves
cabinets in decay, set things straight
before it's too late

it's the other way around, it's the other way around
it's the other way around, it's the other way around


båjalo

tienes, tanto a decir
tus palabras vienen y yo quiero irme
en una oreja, y fuera de la otra ear
la verdad o una mentira, ni importa, can't you hear me

bajalo, un poquito
bajalo un poquito mas
bajalo, un poquito
bajalo un poquito mas

por supuesto no es tu culpa que me vuelve loco
subes el volumen poco a poco
como no me voy a tocar
trastorno limite de la personalidad
cada uno de nosotros, debemos



oh dj please turn it down, i'm tired and it's too loud
i want no sound, i want to lie my ass down on the ground
the depression is profound, i don't want another round
i feel like shit and this music is just getting me further down


tan dramatica, siempre quieres las cosas asi
pero el mundo continua despues de te fuiste
no sirve nada hacer una lista de tu riqueza
tus problemas no son unicas, ni siquiera si fueras la ultima humano caminando en la tierra


hollyhock

your armpit smells good like hollyhock
armpit hair, don't ever shave it off
look into your eyes like hollyhock
stay up late tonight, good time to talk

you know i can't live, a lie
i'm no longer that guy
parting ways not feeling much
see you for a few minutes, that's enough

your armpit smells good like hollyhock
armpit hair don't ever shave it off
drink coffee get stressed and sweat a lot
pull up your shirt slowly no take it off

no more searching, it's found
6 feet above or below the ground
wait it out the stem's been cut
watch the wilt the empty gut

hashbrowns, eggs, toast, and bacon

walking to the lake, feeling fake, walking back to the spa
everything you said couldn't wait, as i was packing the car
cryptic texts, what comes next, probably something subpar
you don't want to talk, take you at your word, i'll take the loss

it's sweet and it's here for the taking taking taking
hashbrowns, eggs, toast, and bacon bacon bacon

wearing the habit cloistered in a dream i saw
no reality in the lights on the screen so far
i assure you this moment i'm loyal for the moment so far
that's monumental too much mental please please don't spar

it's sweet and it's here for the taking taking taking
hashbrowns, eggs, toast, and bacon bacon bacon