[party time. excellent​.​]

by Tundra Toddler

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Recorded by Adam Kozak in Westhampton and Easthampton, MA between Dec 2013 and Feb 2015.

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released 25 May 2015

Adam Kozak: voice, bass guitar, percussion, Yamaha CS30, Yamaha B200, DSI Prophet 08, Ensoniq Mirage, Casiomodular, Korg MS-20, Korg Monotribe, Korg DW6000, harmonica, Ableton Live, Acid Pro

Ben Roney-Yeager: Korg Univox, Korg ES-1, Korg EA-1, Akai MPC2000, Boss PC-2, Reason

Justin Bard: guitars on tracks 5, 6, and 8

mastered by Mark Alan Miller at Sonelab

artwork by Eben Kling

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Track Name: Joan, I'm Only Drinking
There's a bag over your head
All your teeth in your hand
There's a party where a vigil once glowed
We should go
All the shapes attack in waves
Victory a belch away
They're celebrating with upended cars
And gang-bangs
And all their movies are shit shows
Joan I'm only drinking
You're only laughing
We're only sinking
Don't you start thinking
Hail yourself a cab
Then piss in the seats
You are the victims of the editing age
And we of your errant rage
But maybe it's cuz your movies are shit
And our movies... well I guess some of them were shit too
Joan, I'm only drinking
You're only laughing
We're only sinking
Don't you start thinking
Don't you ever start thinking
You might sieze the nashing
Of the green screen engines
And their rusted sperm daggers
Now who'd want that?
Track Name: Diabetes Diabeetus
The fat creeps and stalks it's way under the sheets
Of the beds behind the cell membrane
Digital cupids shoot bent phallic bouquets
Born of a spring that never came
Orgasms fix their utensils
On sinews that bob and throb under pink grief
Allergens, indoor pollution
Unwrapping blue veins to plumpen the fleas
So every warm body get up and do your thing
While the poetry sticks to our cold lungs
Cuz who wants to dance when the floor's all grime
And sugary drinks
I cast myself prostrate face-down in the shower
And let sleep's drones softly invade
No phones vibrating, no visitors this late
Or any other time of day
They kill their dogs, babies, and cats and they stuff them
With fun and king size Milky Ways
So I spend all day and all night bound to the shower
Flesh boiling like donut jelly
So every warm body get up and do your thing
While the poetry sticks to our cold lungs
But everyone's guts swing and sway
Like bags of juice
Cuz who wants to dance when the floor's all grime
And sugary drinks
Everybody lose your feet
Track Name: Cops and Cum
I'm just a criminal
But my skin's so light
Cruising down Carew St for your love
But my skin's too light
For you to see me
For you to see me
I'm just a beggar
For a baton in my side
Spread-eagle on the park bench
For a baton deep inside
But you don't see me
But you don't see me
Pull me over
Shake me down
Drop all the charges
If I drop my blouse
I'm just a pacifist
But I wanna wage war on you
I wanna let the gasoline cascade, baby
And strike a match on the concrete
So you can see me
So you can see me
I'm just a liar like you
And I'm fixin's to fuck you
Gonna cuff you to the peeling steering wheel
And nut into both of your eyes
So you can't see me
So you can't see me
I want to hold you down
And never let you up again
I want to kiss you blue
And never let you breathe again
Track Name: Heroin Purchased From C. Barbarisi
Down by the lake
We'll feed the geese with your remains
The most celibate
Will bleed their genes into this plane
All the gun cabinets yawn tonight
No background checks
No problem
Pray
For one more song you know by name
You'd better pray
For one more mentholated taste
You'd better pray
That they don't smell your Axe body spray
You'd better pray
They don't find you while you're awake
Make no mistake, despite all my ills
I can't take no pleasure in killing
But for fanny packs stuffed with sweaty bills
You'd be surprised who's willing
Track Name: Relska
Here I am in this one bulging brown veins
Now my body is a heap of derailed trains
Here I am in this one hamming it up
With the beggars I've drained all Listerine of
Here I am in this one pink as a baby's liver
Now I wake every morning in splinters of snifters
Here I am in this one smiling at the counter
Now they chase me into fields of shopping cart flowers
The place where I live on this side of town
The avenue where I've lived in every town
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
Here I am in this one soaking in the sun
All the cops beat me down with their shame-colored tongues
Here I am in this one poaching wet tail
All the sores in my mouth mumble underneath the veil
The place where I live on this side of town
The avenue where I've lived in every town
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
Let's kill some bums
Hang them by their sad guts
Track Name: Puked Me a Town (don't wake me up)
There is no suicide hotline
In Philadelphia
And you can dance until you slip and fall
In Philadelphia
But they will pick you back up
Anywhere else but here
They'll dust off your web MD tumors
Anywhere else but here
Run until the earth buries you
Under waves of time
Track Name: Reach Out and Deceive Someone
Every TV face burns brighter than yours
And every TV face is more chiseled than mine
But I'm the one who's waved to the front of the line
Take a valium, hang your head, and heave at the drain
You know you always say
I need to leave before 9
I need to leave before 9
I need to leave before 9
The only thing is
I can't get to sleep at night
Can't get to sleep at night
Can't get to sleep at night
Until the hunt hangs from my jaws
So bottoms up until you forget your maiden name
Bottoms up until your restraint is smudged away
For this holiday season
Reach out and deceive someone
Track Name: Funeral DJ
Corporate culture parting your lips
Like your tie on a lunch hour tryst
When there's money to be made
Who needs a minty reprieve
Or anything but sociopathy
When there's money to be made
Sit down, relax, press a tissue
To their hideous face, before we continue
To make money
You'll clear space to dance on the coffin
And interrupt the bereaved while talking
When there's money to be made
When your aorta spits steaming screws
And blackens to the blackest of news
Just know
There was money to be made
Donate your sallow memory vessel
To the folks who penciled your schedule
Cuz there's money to be made
Track Name: Everyone is Fucking Without Me
When the crop came down
You got a flash of your mother's
Catholic face
Duane's a switch
And you can hear the juggalos
From his room
They scrawl your caricature
In barroom furniture
And into the backseats of your mind
The eat all my danishes
Cum in strange languages
And keep me awake each and every night
Now the sulfur in your mouth
When you rake my frame
Is like bodies being dragged from a waxy lake
So spit in my mouth
Spit in my mouth
Spit in my mouth
Or I'll cave-in yours
I didn't do it
It wasn't me
My cat did it.
(Garfiiiield!)
Track Name: The Lonesome Death of Bonobobot
Oh Bonobobot
Gonna cleanse us all with love
You break all our hearts
When you bray like a B film starlett
Thought you could change the world
That you could intervene
But to the grays and the greens
And everyone in between
You're just a pleasure machine
You're just a pleasure machine
Flooded uncanny valley
You're just a pleasure machine
Vapor and defeat
Escaping through slow leaks
You glitch and you whir
Your face is a setting sun
You're just a pleasure machine
You're just a pleasure machine
Flooded uncanny valley
You're just a broken machine
Track Name: Companions
Your place or mine
To get this started?
Your place and mine
Gutted by fire
We are the only humans
Do it for the children
Do it for reformation
You're not the only human
No more cartoons
Only heatwaves
Don't you try to tell me, girl
I'm not your kind of boy
Don't you run from me, girl
No use trying to scream now
The klaxons close
And all is silent
Your voice is sexy
As a thylacine
No more cartoons
Only mudslides
Pretty soon
Even the streetlights will die
Don't you try to tell me, girl
I'm not your kind of boy
Don't you run from me, girl
No use trying to scream now
I call the shots from here, girl
Clean your revolting skin, now
I call the shots from here, girl
Better get used to me, girl
Track Name: Radish Heart
Your pacemaker's in 7/8
It is a brooding saw wave
Charging through stratocasters
I vomited in your latrine
And you fed me stale Saltines
Bury the grief in your heart
Your throat is raw and raspy
From reading bedtime stories
To all your adult children
This is every love song
I was too cool to write
But I can do it
I can do it
Oh the shadows stretch on
And the credits roll
But you can do it
And if you can
Then anyone else can too
You plucked out both of your eyes
And unveiled both of mine
The neighbors scream out of tune
"Tell your family I love them"
"Tell the gardens I'll miss them"
"Tell the parties I'm so sorry"
This is every love song
I was too cool to write
But I can do it
I can do it
Oh the shadows stretch on
And the credits roll
But you can do it
And if you can
Then anyone else can too