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Yesod

by The Beepsters

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1.
Oh, the rain water; how I see you fall I got time to waste for you 'cause time is all I've got You shook me up and let me out Into the river where I was born Oh Lucy, I'm coming home Oh Lucy I'm cumming Welcome home Oh God, help me now; for I have seen my fall It's all the time I wasted on the high I never got What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine But I'm no one to play the lord But oh Lucy, I'm coming home Oh Lucy I'm comin' Welcome home Oh Lucy, I was all alone I let fear overcome desire I now see that I was wrong And now the rain is gone I sing your song until the dawn Said you'll be back before too long Oh Lucy, I'm coming home So welcome home
2.
You see her mug in a dream And you wonder about the ugly nobody you are And what's holding you back is a perceived notion that no one will remember in due time Just tell us here through the atmosphere of which you are entitled to tell us to do anything you want me to do Time has evaded space in our minds With which we second guess and question what we hold dear in our lives It's astonishing how much that we try to control But honestly, we work around an abstract thing that we don't need. Just tells us here through the atmosphere of which you are entitled to tell us to do anything that you want me to do. It's astonishing how much that we try to control But honestly, we work around an abstract thing that we don't need.
3.
If I'd thought to stop and wait Maybe your name would not escape me (Maybe it would take me) Will you stay away? I'll send a casket of apricots for your grievances A jar of dragon fly wings for your ills (We all have these, my friend) We grow these locks to touch the ground And when we do, we find the sound that we've been seeking all along (And we're just voices in the background) Why tell me how you really feel? When we love what we've hid so well How do you do it? What seems so real Becomes harder and harder to tell The point in reality, the absence of time It just comes to mind, the love we can't attain If I ever see it again...
4.
I'm going to shave your tights off, baby It's what needs to happen in this equalization of your bandwidth In my light; in my sweet, clouded mind Homestead my heart for a while As you flock naked through the fields The great green fields of America
5.
How can I sit there looking at you? And not say what I feel true They don't need you to save the world But they'll surely keep an eye on you. I'll repeat myself, lest you forget And get less hung-up on my own regrets When you cease to point out stupid things that I say It's only a matter of time now, before they find out It's only a matter of life now, I'll never find out When I slap on my Lilac Vegetal I'm looking for the one up on the pedestal For all the time that's wasted striving The better part of life is dying So why try to justify what's relative to one's own mind? I haven't a peace of mind in a while Cobwebs collecting on my smile Young fool's blues, the fix is gone But I know I meant right for doing wrong But perhaps it's best that I forget an ego I unjustly overprotect So I wont care when you point out stupid things that I said (chorus) (...)
6.
Crying leopards of fantasy Meercat, on the savannah Remiss of salami and provolone Is not perpetuous to meditation or the writing process A healthy experience is fresh and stimulating And does not fuck with my head Everything is what you want to here Everything is what you want to see
7.
So you say you're down to your last joint Well brother, I don't know what to tell you And you say this town got you down Well man, I can tell you we've all been there, too And you say you don't buy into all the lies Well how do I know, now, that you ain't telling one? And you're doing just what you want to do But then the man, I heard he shot you down Now all the kids, they just don't understand They see you as some kind of fool Well don't mind the rocks beings tossed your way Just get your Smith & Wesson and blow them all away Shoot 'em down Shoot all those motherfuckers down You turn to me and say, "What the fuck are you doing here, anyway?"
8.
Where can you seem to be found Other than on the ground I was there than not around All those words and songs and still not a sound Are we really alive? Or just trying to make more time go by Guess I'll see you then When my days depend on the turning of the land And I'll miss you then Only here and when Don't know how, but I know more than I knew then But that's not saying much these days when all you can muster up for feelings is wandering in an aimless haze And every now and then.. Everyday I hear the song Are we really alive? Or just marking the time as it goes by and by Lye la lye Here I lie in my home on the side of the road Where you can come and see me and we can talk about how the days just keep getting oh so cold Oh how they get cold But I just don't know when my days depend Guess I'll see you then

about

Recorded in Bandon, Oregon between July and September 2013

"In which the Beep makes it humble beginning, as The Body Politic Absolute (*cringe*). A stoney, quasi-acoustic experimental duo formed by two goofballs from Bandon. Fresh outta high school and fueled on a giant sack of pot Johann brought back from a brief stint of trimming. A collection of lo-fi pastiche ideas and acoustic explorations of the absurd. Recorded partly in my parents garage (washing machine backing the drums on my Stereolab send-up “Tandy Division") and in the house of my then recently-deceased step-great-grandmother, where I had lived for a time after high school. These sessions being a sometimes-deliberate culmination of our hangouts in late-summer/fall 2013, getting high as monkeys and hitting “record” and just going with whatever stuck. Some cuts, like “Oh Welcome Home” and “ Lilac Vegetal” were recorded with arrangements in mind. Most of the cuts though, like “Seven Fingers” “Zolar Plexus” “Meercat” and “Patch” were born from excerpts of longer improvisations to which I would add some vocals/lyrics or an overdub or two. This practice of recording and composing is something I would carry over into the next few projects. It’s decidedly “avant-garde” nature was met with lukewarm reception from friends and peers."
- Austin, some years later

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released October 30, 2013

Austin - the kitchen sink, except:
Johann - guitar on 3,6,7, vocals on 3,5,6,8, lead synth on 4

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