1. |
Biggest Lobsters
03:29
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The biggest lobsters are the oldest lobsters
The biggest lobsters are the oldest lobsters
Chiton?
How do you spell chitin?
Accumulating time and accumulating size
Accreting mass like a dwarf star
But they’re now growing small
Cause the water’s warm in Maine
Where there’s no beaches but it’s fine
If you want a beach go to a barrier island
But don’t build anything permanent
Don’t build anything on a barrier island
Because the oldest buildings aren’t the biggest buildings
Not in the era we live in
But the biggest lobsters are the oldest lobsters
The coldest mobsters are the...?
The biggest lobsters are the oldest lobsters and maybe their claws are asymmetrical?
(AD LIB)
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2. |
Applied Brontology
05:00
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CHORUS: Ever wonder why that people always tell you that the world is full of applied brontology?
I have the thunder and I’m coming around the corner.
I’m looking at you with the thunder and I aim to deliver it
The wind whips in front of me to tell everyone
“here comes thunder” and it is immense.
The wind, the thunder, my drum that I play to rain down the
thunder. The thunder hits your mouth
and then the thunder hits your eyes.
CHORUS
For some reason I have hit you with the thunder
You see different, everything is dazzling
and I’m still playing this drum for some reason
But no wait / lightning, comes up from the ground
Thunder is just air moving around
Thunder wouldn’t hit your mouth before your eyes
You close your eyes, you’ve gotta move towards something real
towards grounding
CHORUS
You want to
You need to expel this thunder feeling
You need something real in your body, so you go to the DMV
but at the DMV they’ve padlocked the box
with the money to pay everyone’s salary
and the old manager who has the key
didn’t wear her glasses
and she keeps trying to walk into a door
that is actually the wall, not a door at all
so the DMV, which seemed so real, is closed down,
everyone’s wincing
and this is how your body is now
and also, hey
chiropractors don’t exist?
or are fake?
you forget
one more crack of thunder snaps you awake
on top of the layers of thunder stuck in your body is the remembrance that it’s so difficult to prepare for anything
and it’s difficult to have a body
and the world is full of applied brontology
You’re doing curls, you’re exercising to make your arms stronger
Yes, here in a park, doing curls in public
So everyone can see, can see your preparation
but you’re under the trees, so the people in helicopters won’t see you
Your curls are pearls for birds and helicopter pilots.
You are immense and you can pick up mountains with your arms
or anyway commercial products derived from the mountains
and where am I with that bag of thunder?
Was that a drum, announcing more thunder,
or was it just construction sounds relating to the products derived from mountains?
You decide to listen to your curling arms, rippling with thunder of their own
Did you ever wonder why the world is full of applied brontology?
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3. |
Pious Rious
03:52
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We cannot approach ourselves
We can’t say the word “shit” in public
We’ll come to it directly
We can’t talk about ourselves because we might not exist
We got erased while watching old movies
The heroes were stupid
Archetypes ever-present and unavoidable
So we taped them over
With reruns of Shee-ra
This time I’ll be Skeletor
And if we exist our name is Dragan
Don’t let us speak to you or touch you
Because then you might not exist
Better to burn everything down to component parts
and find ourselves through free association
And don’t cry about it
Actually, better to cry about it
C'mon baby, let's do the twisk
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4. |
not Great
02:20
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It’s a hard one to accept but
it could be possible
not to feel
like a shitty version of myself
all the time
in fact that might be better
to not feel shitty in general
I mean mentally
and physically
so…
I mean the world gains nothing
When I’m feeling pain
If I don’t take an aspirin
Just take the fucking aspirin, Dave
The world gains nothing
If I flagellate myself
With no productive end in mind
Just to go through the motions
Today would be
An okay day
Make that a real good day
To cut myself
A little slack
Or like a lot of slack
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5. |
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This is where I come from, this is what passes for culture, etc
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6. |
To Stay Alive
03:48
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Well I’ve seen the lights go down in Massachusetts
And I’ve seen the lights go down on the Irish Sea
I dreamed about the lights that shine New South Wales
Somehow, these lights just won’t go down on me
I’m just trying to stay alive
but I don’t know why
When it’s dusk on the street, I’ll catch a fleeting glimpse,
It must be him, I run to take him in my arms
But the lights were playing tricks on me, and I just hugged a cop
Is this feeling ever gonna stop?
I’m just trying to stay alive
but I don’t know why
We were once four brothers
And if I had my druthers
We would’ve stayed
Up on that stage
Forever
With the lights so bright
But when you look out
It’s all just empty
Lost my glow, lost my way, now I’m on my own
Got nowhere to be, I’m pushing peas around my plate
I’ll bide my time and wait until that precious day
When the lights shine on me and it’s time to meet my fate
I’m just trying to stay alive
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7. |
Love Song in Linens
05:05
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To the stranger
who comes
into our home
Strips the blanket
and the sheets
Looks at the fabric underneath
Me, outlined in yellow
cause I’m
a sweaty guy
yeah I’m a sweat guy
at night on the
left side of the bed
He lays down and measures himself in the sweat angel
To the right of the sweat
In the middle of the bed
Rust & brown & orange colored
Your monthly project
A palimpsest
an oval ‘pon an oval ‘pon an oval
Alone in a strange home
Looking at abstract art
Really innovative materials
and like, what’s your process?
Who us?
Slowly painting in our sleep
A document of more than 3000 nights,
thanks for for the feedback.
It’s not a gallery though
Did you really come here just to look at this?
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8. |
Cosplay
03:09
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Cosplay, do your job
Don't wear sandals
Out in public
...mostly it's okay
Cosplay, do your job
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9. |
Lisa Sushi
04:21
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10. |
Potato Party
01:51
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Maybe I'll put this one line here...
[Or] the au gratin
When I go out
I dress myself in denim
In blue denim
And I have certain expectations
How did they get here? We can't say.
[Or] the au gratin tater tots
This is not some clown operation
Try to take yourself for real
Make direct eye contact with every passing stranger
You can be the pony at your own potato party
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Dave Ruder Brooklyn, New York
guitarist, clarinetist, vocalist, computer music maker, collaborator, composer, songwriter, interdisciplinary artist, manager of Gold Bolus Recordings, et cetera, et cetera
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