Recorded
August-November 2001
At the
Estate Audio Tracks recording studio in sunny Fresno, CA
Tyler –
singing, guitar, keys, winds
Conner
– voice, drums
Alex –
lead guitar on ‘Smarter’
All
Songs Written by Tyler Martin
Thanks
to - Grayson and Ian for leaving the pedals and amps,
the
Frank family, Max Power, Albertson’s, Antonio Flaviolio and even Evan.
Left umbra down - - - 2.32
Downtown girl - - - 2.15
Sleeping cars - - - 2.07
Amuusig - - - - 1.22
Fashion boat - - - 2.44
Crooks and spiders - - 1.32
Stressed - - - 2.06
One shot - - - - 2.05
Smarter - - - - 2.44
Glamorous family - - - 3.13
Planet aviation - - - 2.43
Cult called America - - 2.07
The plumber - - - 2.54
Witless (overall) - - - 2.10
The other end - - - 2.27
Back
from the grave, back for the day
Can’t I
just say ‘Canada stays in tow’?
Going
home
Left on
the ground, left umbra down
More
than just ‘care’, more than a stay in the air
Going
home
And
this so-called problem you have here
Is your
problem with disconnecting, my dear
You
can’t escape it, no, just erase it from your memory
And
we’ll ditch this scene
I’m so
jealous of her fake smile and hand grenades
She
detonates me right on time way down at the lake
Recommend
me, words are not enough where we’re going
Like a
sign in the dark
Wary of
the walking dead, they complain
That we
aren’t clean enough to contain
Glimpses
of the grey area, come with me downtown girl
Think
I’ve got it under control
Quicker
than you thought, we fall apart
Who had
ten months, twelve days?
Faster
than the average, we kill each other
We have
ways to bore each other to tears
I said
‘that is why I’m someone else’
Can’t stand
the ability to go on
I’m
ailing like a twentieth century fawn
Waiting
for a bus towards anywhere but here
It’s
not going to appear
Sleeping
in cars, those vague movie stars
Go down
and out and down again
Why
wonder if that old roof will give?
Just
place your faith on that flagpole
And
it’s all out of control
This
room turns upside down with it’s new soul
It’s
new soul
Digging
in dumpsters,
Looking
around for anything that vaguely resembles food
Posing
for shots, the glam astronauts
Go take
those smiles outside please
While
pacing around, she noticed something out of place
You’re
looking at a fate you’ll soon have to face
Have to
get my hair dyed for the police
Stock
market is booming on my day of release
Bought
my freedom with an autographed guitar
Smoke
that scenic reverie and fine,
I hope
you choke on dinner tonight
Painful
spike ran through my leg
A drill
that even I can’t save
Got you
a stethoscope to fix
Got
some bad health news though
Have to
get my hair dyed for the police
The
best of westerns parading on my day of release
Gone to
buy my freedom with an autographed guitar
Smoke
that scenic reverie and fine,
I hope
you catch that train
A
vicious wish is all that I can say
Shot in
your general direction lame
As the
facts bounce around in your skull
I say
nothing more, but I’m walking away
And I
have to get my hair dyed for the show
The
stock market is plummeting, look out below
I’ve
gone to buy my freedom with an autographed guitar
Smoke
that scenic reverie and fine,
I don’t
care if you leave
So I
guess we’ll walk towards different poles
Roundabout,
we shake and away we go
Smoke
the scenic atmosphere and choke and cough
Tell
the bellhop that this is why you’re off
And I
have to get my hair dyed for the police
The
stock market is calling on my day of release
I
bought my freedom with an autographed guitar
Smoke
that scenic reverie and fine,
I hope
you choke on dinner tonight
Sunday
night they kept me up with stomping
Monday
night they had a real fun party
Tuesday
night they kept me awake by making pool noises
Wednesday
night was video games
Thursday
night was reserved for tales of failed communication
Friday
night they talked about the dance
Saturday
I was home feeling afraid of crooks and spiders
Mixed
some mechanical with animal instincts
Said it
would go wrong but they did not think
So see
that razor wire covering the Midwest
She
must have been stressed
Picked
a new tractor at the farming goods expo
Called
her old agent said, ‘hey baby we should go
Out to
lunch sometime’, you gotta throw off the press
She
must have been stressed
Hercules’
vague apostrophe
Skim
milk, skinned knee, such a part of me
Archangel
come step aside, going to waltz and glide
Living
like a homesick Amazon
How to
party without a record on?
Teller
six, going to fake a heart attack, waltz and glide
Called
some reporter drone on paramount dispatch
They
sent some locusts, said she did not match
Back to
the castle, the girl’s gotta change her dress
She
must have been stressed.
Airbrushed
out of existence, the spawn of a thousand suits
Assistants
clamor calmly at their glamour-impaired follies
Their
recently disfigured souls
And it
shows in the structure of their great days
And it
seems like the old days
Well,
just one shot out of the dark and the people prayed for safety
Crowding
around down the streets and the malls are closed now
While
they’re pushing down the barricades, go take your bow
And it
shows like your going to freak out any day
And it
goes, and you still don’t seem that crazy
Smarter
Shuffling
riot, Venus M the codependent
Insipid,
and quiet, and when invented so defend it
Perspective
is dim; I won’t be your partner in crime
Sunlight
so grim, and when called to the end of the line
Maybe
I’m trying to sabotage myself
And
maybe I happen to find safety in numbers
Perhaps
I’d like to destroy a conglomerate
For
sure, I’d like to shoot myself in the leg
Glamorous
family
Going
to get hit with the news any day
Staggers
down an alley tumbles another iron rage
And
this designer gravity plummets through the earth
Lacking
all tone
Born
into a glamorous family,
Laughs
and sleeping outdoors
Walking
a bit sideways, he slipped into the street
Car
splashes water on his face, restores some memory
And all
this nouveau rage is swept up off the road
Lacking
all tone
Born
under a perilous kind of sign
Parents
fighting out loud…
Descend
staircase right on time
Planet
aviation
Father
Christmas, don’t be cruel
Baking
five o clock shadows on the moon
And
this attitude, keep the getting famous for yourself
Pardon
my accent, leave intoxication to the rich
Man,
we’re getting poorer
The
door slams in my face
Hey
trustbuster, love thyself
Lonely
manager
Doctor
changeling, you’re right on time
To
witness my collapse
At this
altitude, you could run out of self-respect real fast
Pardon
my cleanliness, the germs are pouring in through my pores
Me
another glass, man
Living
in the city of throwing rocks
At this
altitude, you could lose dependency real fast
Pardon
my class mates, they all think that Galileo’s dead
Wait,
the year’s over
Of
course, I still haven’t found my place
I am
cult America
It’s in
my vein’s, the other half
It’s in
the air, but there’s no air
I am dust
and I am dust
And I’m
on call, a pager slave
Don’t
let me down while I’m feeling grave
I’m not
there when needed most
At the
coast, and I am dust
Fate is
smiling down on you, the gall of all the hours
and the pretense of survival have combined to
sell a house in this neighborhood
You
could be home now if you want…
And
what’s up with this karma and the dharma?
and the scene’s feeling shallow like the sink
is full of water but the plughole isn’t working
I’ll
call a plumber in the morning
It’s
time to give up the chase and leave it to professionals
Save
me, won’t you drop me off a cliff into the sunroof of some multimillion-dollar
deal;
the
Cadillac is smiling through the neighborhood
And all
the people say, ‘I bet you wish you had one of those…’
But
what’s up with this karma and the dharma and the scene,
it
feels real shallow like the kitchen it has flooded, we’re all sinking
I hope
you know your house is full of water
It’s
time to give up the chase and leave it to professionals
Girl, I hope to see you in the morning
Listening
to Vegas calling out the window screaming,
shouting ‘don’t you hurt another brother’,
girl I
hope to see you in the morning
This is
the last of my complaints.
Witless
(overall)
Yukon
to friendly castle to finally find out how get rid of the taste that blinds
with ambiguity.
Sifting
through rapids, the rising wry sureness that permeates even the hardest hearts
of December
I’m
witless of course, cannot find myself a place to stand
Why
fight the power, when you could get hit by that pang of disaster or even change
the course of history?
Lite
brights, the turban slides, winter winter I deny thee the right to ignore my
ignorance, but if you must, I can always move
I’m
witless it seems, couldn’t dream me a dream of dreams.
Bummer,
the angels went flying through night school.
Their
faces are smug and their wallets are full of cash.
Last of
all heaven went tourist trap overnight, the seagulls, the bagels the coffee got
colder still…
I’m
witless overall, save me for walking the malls.
At the
first difficult sign,
Want to
shrug away in terror
Summer’s
over, the wait is lost
On a
cardboard cutout of someone else
Last
lines are on time…
You are
sticking your paw in error
Right
wrongs on your own behalf of
Something
is better than a quarter to one
It’s
all done in the name of ventilation
More
news from the numbness in us all
You
thought faster than light
Hung up
on your own invention
Glummer
than a big sad bear
Hung up
on a noose of pretension
Bleed
backwards marines,
Shallow
over the countries waters
Peace
campus the farmer’s daughters
Harbored
(Harvard) deep inside our hearts
Its all
lost to a passive, passing fancy
Praise
be to the numbness in us all
You
might be a winner if you could even move your body
Sorry
denizens rule quite heartily,
This
place we call a safe haven
Called
home on a whim
Found
out they have moved again
Electronics
malfunctionated,
Wound
up deep inside our hearts
It’s
all gone, though we remember it like Flipper
No news
from the other end.