Black Lobster

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released October 26, 2016

Charles Jamison - Vocal/Guitar
Cara Toast - Bass/Vocal
Ahren Buchheister - Guitar/Vocal
John Hobgood - Drums/Keys/Vocal

Produced, Recorded, and Mixed by Ahren Buchheister at Mount Vesuvius
Drums recorded by Frank Marchand at Hudson Street Sound
Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sunroom Audio

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Track Name: Elliot Smith On A Gluetrap
ELLIOT SMITH ON A GLUETRAP

The tone of your voice
is enough to make me paralyzed.
It doesn't seem fair
when I think of all of the times
that I tried to relax and
let jealousy and fear slip away.
Still I get stopped in my tracks
by the sound of whatever you say.

Elliot Smith on a glue trap
is trying to pull himself free
and then sing you a sad song.
Elliot Smith on a glue trap
is trying to lift up his limbs
and then point out the obvious.
I've heard his records played over and over again
'cause you made me listen to them,
so I know, I know, I know what he's going to do.
But with you, with you, with you... I have no fucking clue.

I've heard the voice
of freshly dead men sing so sweet.
They sang for you before they died -
every syllable has been crystallized.
They bring you joy
but to me they are ghosts in the air.
When I lie in your bed
I wonder what the hell I'm doing there.

Elliot Smith on a glue trap
is trying to pull himself free
and then sing you a sad song.
Elliot Smith on a glue trap
is trying to lift up his limbs
and then point out the obvious.
He gave up - he's not twitching too much - but I know
soon he'll be crying - not moving's inspiring.
I know, I know, I know what he's going to do.
But with you, with you, with you... I have no fucking clue.

I know, I know, I know what he's going to do.
But with you, with you, with you... I have no fucking clue.

Elliot Smith on a glue trap
is trying

to pull himself free
and then sing you a sad song.

Elliot Smith on a glue trap
is trying

to lift up his limbs
and then point out the obvious.

Elliot Smith on a glue trap
Elliot Smith on a glue trap
Elliot Smith on a glue trap is trying
Elliot Smith on a glue trap is trying to
Elliot Smith on a glue trap is trying to pull himself free
and then sing you a sad song.

I've heard his records played over and over again
'cause you made me listen to them.
Track Name: Ringing
RINGING

I've got lost time; I've got implants;
I've got burn marks; I hear humming.

I don't sleep well; I feel special;
I get startled; I hear tapping.

I’ve got ringing, ringing that never stops,
ringing, ringing that never stops.

I don't talk much; dreams of destruction;
precognition; vitamin deficient.

I’ve got ringing, ringing that never stops,
ringing, ringing that never stops.
Ringing, ringing that never stops,
never stops, never stops.

Year after year, after year, after year, after...
Year after year, after year, after year, after...

Balls of blank light; blood on my pillow;
I've got lost time; I hear humming.

I’ve got ringing, ringing that never stops,
ringing, ringing that never stops.

Ringing, ringing that never stops.
Ringing, ringing that never stops.
Ringing, ringing that never stops,
never stops, never stops.

Year after year, after year, after year, after...
Year after year, after year, after year, after...
Year after year, after year, after year, after...
Track Name: Chemtrails
CHEMTRAILS

Our love is like chem trails:
the mysterious unknown
we might know where we've been
but we just don't know where we're going.
Like ashes from a funeral urn thrown up in the air
our fingers intertwine and part
and the moment disappears.

Our love is like chem trails:
it has fiendish entropy
it is calm and slow and falls and spreads
and covers everything.
And everyone's afraid of it
because they don't know what it means.
But when you're the pilot of the F14,
it's exactly what it seems.

Our love is like chem trails:
You can ask who and what and why,
But while you're busy talking
it scribbles lines on the joyous sky.
And people look up and wonder
if there's a meaning to that mess.
But when you're slicing across the firmament
you never have to guess.

Our love is like chem trails:
it makes us different from the day before
we can pretend that it's not there
so its something we ignore.
and paranoid freaks might say that
it is duplicitous mind control.
But if we didn't have it
you know we would never be fully whole.

Our love is like chem trails:
ephemeral wisps disappear
unless we send up the jets to churn the atmosphere.
Like ashes from a funeral urn thrown up in the air
our fingers intertwine and part
and the moment disappears.
Track Name: King of the Fucking World
THE KING OF THE FUCKING WORLD

The old man and the princess
went down to the shore
and waited for hours
for the sea to perform

and they sat there in vain
while the world spun around
with waves perseverating
where their feet hit the ground.

They turned to each other
and they asked what came next,
but neither one answered
so they both looked perplexed.

And they should have known better
and they should have held fast.
But they fell in love
knowing life wouldn't last.

The princess she died
of a disease sad and rare.
And the old man, he cried
with his hubris laid bare.

If you soil a princess
- despoil the girl -
it's always incest
when you're the king of the fucking world.

Now I'm not a genius, but I've got wisdom to give:
Don't fuck by the ocean, unless that's where you live.
Track Name: Moon
MOON

There's a reason it's so unpleasing, and I just don't want to unwind
all the clues that prove it's just bad news that I don't wanna have to go find.
If there's a kick me sign you find your mind has lost the time to delete the memories

and be gone.
I will erase and replace without a trace the last wide-eyed clone of a yawn.

Because I will not repeat any more.
I will not repeat any more.

So if the you that knew that I was through is the same guy that I used to be
don't feel bad for us in the help sarcophagus, one will escape and be free.
Oh, there's a treachery to daisychain-back-stab-ery: guilty victim recursive chain.
but I swear it's true, you know for sure I like you too, because we are the one and the

same.

Because I will not repeat any more.
I will not repeat any more.

It just keeps going and going and... x100
'till it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

I lack the terminology for sad epistimology where me that's you learns it too late.
The evening and the morning star, no matter when the hell we are, isn't identity great?
You cannot role reverse, if the role is get there first, but there is still a way to

repeat
by adding one and then another done, never the twain shall epiphany meet.

Because I will not repeat any more.
I will not repeat any more.

It just keeps going and going and... x100
'till it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.