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[party time. excellent​.​]

by Tundra Toddler

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1.
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?
2.
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
3.
Cops and Cum 05:45
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
4.
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
5.
Relska 03:42
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
Funeral DJ 04:14
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
9.
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!)
10.
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
11.
Companions 03:37
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
12.
Radish Heart 05:49
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

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

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released May 25, 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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Tundra Toddler Northampton, Massachusetts

Tundra Toddler is a splattered smear of chaotic electronics and tense, stormy pop sludge. He uses this idiosyncratic sonic backdrop to explore his obsessions of failing health, addiction, grief, and rape culture.

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