Control

Here’s to a century of accessory, taking your time
Here’s to approximated birthdays, rounding is fine
Here’s to the arms crossed disapproval, judge and divide
Here’s to the present gifted history, everyone you made cry
Here’s to the mattress guarding the money, that’ll raise your kind
Here’s to the sentry
Here’s to the sentry
Here’s to the brand new prestige language, clouding the line
Here’s to the ones who can’t quite pronounce you, although they tried

Here’s to the sentry
rather a guard than a guide 
all alone in the sand
He can only reprimand himself 
[Nothing flows where nothing grows]
He can only reprimand himself

The Sentry

Why wait around here with that look of expectancy?
Spare me the details for the sake of simplicity
Can’t open up now, there’s so much more work to do
They need support now, and I’ve something to prove

Maybe I could see myself
Giving in to better health
Find that good old rock foundation
Forgetting all presentation

The crowd all knew they were at least a bit culpable
leaving the room, you lost your chance to be vulnerable
she’d want you to go take that opportunity
but splitting off, still with that look of expectancy

Maybe I could see myself
Giving in to better health
Find that good old rock foundation
Forgetting all presentation

You, The Audience

The sky was unusually clear
The water of the river looked blue in the angled light
Across the river, crowds of people had already begun to stream into the square
Horns rang out -- 

Dun dun dun dun dun
Dun dun dun dun
Dun dun dun dun dun
Dun dun dun dun dun

Watching the television in the darkened conference room
It happened faster than our expectations 
Said it was going to take more than a week,
Maybe ten days

He surprised us.
He surprised us.

He surprised us.
He surprised us.
He surprised us.

In the shade of a wall
Two young conscripts lean back
Untie their leather boots
Switching their pairs just for the spring

Civilians driving past
Honking their horns
Premature celebrations
One regime passed to the next

The Coup

He says he’s outsourced the loads in his life
Milestones missed, sufficient data fills the rest
All those holes, Baudrillard filled long ago
Oh memory, two blurry smiles fill the frame

Filling of the Afterimage

Our hearts get preserved in jars, 
Sermon on!
and tell us why we must accept,
he responds

Says he’s already made his peace
Son, why'd you have to leave?
Fixing his flesh in the dye

After outbursts all dissipate
No heart left to participate
Floating in formaldehyde

Freezing memory
Of the firstborn

Firstborn

Vocals added by the amazingly talented Seagullmoine

Breakfast at midnight featuring Seagullmoine

Knight In Wooly Rags

"Out Of My Head"
Produced by Skratch Bastid

The Spring Up is the result of fortunate timing, grapefruit Perrier, a shared high school obsession with Outkast's Aquemeni, and a couple of sessions at Skratch Bastid's Toronto studio this April. The 5 track collection marks a moment in time for the pair; embodying the spirit of Spring and also serving as a sort of prelude to Shad's upcoming full-length, to which Skratch Bastid also contributes. The collection features a production assist from DJ Jazzy Jeff, and a turn on the mic from compatriot Cadence Weapon.

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Shad & Skratch Bastid - "Outta My Head"

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The Spring Up is the result of fortunate timing, grapefruit Perrier, a shared high school obsession with Outkast’s Aquemeni, and a couple of sessions at Skratch Bastid’s Toronto studio this April. The 5 track collection marks a moment in time for the pair; embodying the spirit of Spring and also serving as a sort of prelude to Shad’s upcoming full-length, to which Skratch Bastid also contributes. The collection features a production assist from DJ Jazzy Jeff, and a turn on the mic from compatriot Cadence Weapon.

Shad + Skratch Bastid - The Spring Up - 02 Outta My Head

Self-Arrest       
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Should time allow, you can get to know the one who hurts you most 
Find the spectre of your mortal coil become unwilling host
As though possessed by foul captor, I struggle through myself
I’m bound again by false enrapture, I can’t escape this hell
 
So if all I need is to get that ghost, you will have to let it go.
And transform these walls from within my cell to regain my ashen throne. 

You paralyze me, with your gaze, your astral plane of being.
Tantalizing future visions, a world remains unseen. 
I agonize over all the thoughts corroding in my mind. 
If distance keeps us earthly absent, escape into the light.

Self-Arrest

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