More Like Vulcan't

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I’ve bet on the last horse of this race, rendered to plaster and glue. Regrets extract, is that what age begets? Lost last nights’ cocktail napkins. Bankrupt on spilt milk seas. Bankrupt on splitting pipe dreams. You can find me in discarded old tickets of late buses, missed. (YeahYeahYeah) You can find me taking refuge in epiphanies that use to make sense. (YeahYeahYeah)You can find me poisoned by past poets’ syrup sentiments. (yeahyeah) Just a rhyme. Just, to pine. A justified waste of lines. Just this justice, just mist. Just a rhyme. Just, to pine. Just a line. Just the rinds. My introspection is so nearsighted. Listlessness is the only list I’m writing. “I literally can’t see what you’re saying.” Coaxed by imagery, emotion and opiates, oh yeah. Hoist that pen and that bottle and start again, oh yeah. Filled with form function and formaldehyde, oh yeah. Hoist that pen and that bottle, and replay those lives, oh yeah. Just lines in rhyme.

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from Brahe, released August 24, 2011

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Pandas Baltimore

It’s like punk, but with more musicianship. Maybe it’s actually prog, but prog that never went to Berkeley. Then again,maybe it’s metal, but without all the spiky leather. Or perhaps it’s hardcore, but more Greg Ginn and less Jamey Jasta.

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