I've been meaning to make this cover for a while and I put it on my to-do list so I'd finally get around to it. I think it came out really well. I love this song and Remember Sports is an awesome band. 

They're dropping an album tomorrow (which is a super cool coincidence) so go check that out if you like this cover: https://remembersports.bandcamp.com/

Made a little music video for this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxI58okYvI8

Up From Below - Remember Sports (cover)

There's a twitter thread that explains this whole thing, search the song title and you'll find it. Sage asked me to record this so hopefully this is satisfactory.

Lyrics: 

The sunlight that painted the morning
slipped in through the crack in the door
You stood there above me, I saw you
I felt a snap at my core

The most beautiful things I’ve ever seen
were in you

The wind that moved from the basement
up into our bed
Cooled the covers and floorboards
My head at your head

the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen
were in you

The way that we walked
feet just out of step
changing our tempos gradually
but in sync in our breath

The fire that heats up the hallway
slid in from the stove
The eyes that lifted me up towards you
flash like stars from above

the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen
were in you
they were in you
they were in you

"The Tallest Trans Girl In Gainesville by the Mountain Goats"

It's a song about a moon, but not our moon.

Lyrics:

Enceladus

It feels so long to fly 
Even when you’re going fast
It’s all about perspective
Of the methods of the past
A flight around the world
Might take a couple days
But you’ll get back sooner
Than any other way

I might be thinking past a couple steps in the projection
But if this pace ain’t making space accept it as a lesson
If my time ain’t moving right I’ll try your recollection
And meet you up by Saturn light let’s mess with the reflection 

And I’ll see you on Enceladus

Fight against the wisdom
That might have made it hard
Lose the battle anyway
Come back cleverer and scarred
Learn something despite yourself
The spite makes it okay though
Push up more than daisies 
From the base of the volcano

I was trying harder just into the wrong direction
Patience is a saving grace accept it as a blessing
I look back in 20/20 check the retrospection
Meet you up by Saturn light let’s mess with the reflection

And I’ll see you on Enceladus

Enceladus

A party pop song about going home early. With help from Opal, so this one is (and will probably stay) a gem+i song. (https://gemandi.bandcamp.com/)

Lyrics:

We got ready for the party line, now
They called us when we were on our ride out
They said “we were gonna realign down
By west end, closer to the waterline”

And we wanna go after an hour
And they won’t slow til after hours

Stand by, they don’t wanna go
Past time, I can follow home
If that’s right, we’ll be all alone
And that’s fine with me

“Meet us up here on the patio, man,
Tell me about your time in Mexico.”
Can’t keep up with that kind of radio fan
High rises tend to give me vertigo

We wanna go after an hour
And they won’t slow til after hours

Stand by, they don’t wanna go
Past time, I can follow home
If that’s right, we’ll be all alone
And that’s fine with me

And we are gonna circle around
See who we see
On our way out
And we get to go under our power
And be in bed within the hour

Stand by, they don’t wanna go
Past time, I can follow home
If that’s right, we’ll be all alone
And that’s fine with me

(Stand by 
Past time
That’s right
That’s fine)

After Hours

Counting Stars (Instrumental Cover)

A song about moving on from your mistakes and how you should acknowledge them and not feel sorry for yourself

Lyrics:

There’s no sense in crying over what you spilt
There’s no mess defied by falling blade-deep on the hilt
Without dying on the hill, just crestfallen on your shield
No general practice for the soldiers lied upon the field

It’s never coming back to you
But you can come back from it
It’s all rushing back to you
No matter where you’re running
It’s never coming back to you
But you can come back from it
It’s all rushing back to you
No matter where you run

Look deeper at your actions til it fractures or it fractals
If you fall apart forever or at once it’s still a battle
You grip hard upon the mantle, romantic for that station
If you’ve been placated by a breakaway you have to face it

If you seek apologetics instead of apologizing
The reaping what you sowed grows ire where the rye is
You can’t catch up when it’s rising, higher than you’re able
They’ve fabled caning since genesis of sin inside the cradle

It’s never coming back to you
No matter where you’re running
But you can come back from it
When it all rushes back to you
But it’s never coming back to you
Though you can come back from it
No matter where you’re running
It all rushes back to you

It’s never coming back to you
Even if you’re running from it
You can come back running
The visions rushing black and blue
The past is never coming back to you
And you can’t come back to it
Memories flooding back to you
No matter where you run

Ire & Rye

Based on a song idea from, and partially written by, my partner (and half of gem+i) Opalite. A person is buried in the backyard and dug up when the next family who lives there wants to build a pool.

Lyrics:
When I’m shipping out don’t box me up with paper and postage
Throw me in the ground I wanna be down where the compost is
With the worms and the moles, they’ll take my eyes and help me to blend in
Blind to the cold, beautiful funeral sparely attended

Ground penetrating radar; sniffing dogs
Omo One, and Lucy, and me in my back yard
Unearthed by a backhoe, greeted by the sun
Remnants of my body make them break for lunch

Community Shocked: Human Remains Exhumed In Construction
Can’t help but watch over my shoulder as they’re all discussing my
Clandestine grave. Formerly six feet now 16 x 36
Liven up the place, since I’m evicted they’ll stir up the concrete mix

Ground penetrating radar; sniffing dogs
Omo One, and Lucy, and me in my back yard
Unearthed by a backhoe, local laid in state
Remnants of my body, subject of debate

Don’t cremate me, don’t erase me
Dust in the wind wasn’t the plan
If you don’t hate me, you’ll donate me
To the poolside with a drink in my hand
I don’t have intestines, no, but I’m thinkin’ bout testing
That brand new inner tube
If I can’t stay buried down where I was carried
Then lay me to rest by the pool

Omo, Lucy, And Me

"Having a rough go of it this week. PTSD’s a right arse, and while I may be a therapist, I fear the profession does not inherently negate awful mental health spells for the practitioner.

Sending love to any and all who feel these lyrics." ~Kait

Lyrics:
Breathless
A vision of the past
All I can view
My jaw is slack
Yet silence holds
And this is nothing new

Thoughtless
A mindscape void of hope
Binds memory
My throat is taut
As tension grips
All words are gone from me

I have been here too many times
Advances have been made and yet
Behind enemy lines
I am returned
The cycle of a soul once deeply burned
Healing one page at a time
Save those still left unturned
When the voiceless days of past emerge anew
And it’s so hard to keep writing this life through

Heartless
A future without change
My greatest fear
I swallow once
And try again
And pray someone will hear

I have been here too many times
Advances have been made and yet
Behind enemy lines
I am returned
The cycle of a soul once deeply burned
Healing one page at a time
Save those still left unturned
When the voiceless days of past emerge anew
And it’s so hard to keep writing this life through

But perhaps I may
whisper one more day
To you?

I have been here too many times
Advances have been made and yet
Behind enemy lines
I am returned

Voiceless (Lyrics by The Geeky Soprano)

Drawn from some errant notes in Leo's phone, we wrote a song in their typical style (kind of vaguely about an apocalypse)

Lyrics: 
It’s the only sunny day 
I’ve got a two-month headache
I went to work in my living room 
I mean what the hell else am I going to do

It’s a normal Monday 
The sky is a fluorescent pane
I went outside to give it room
I mean what the hell else am I going to do

Make hay when the crops die
Make haste like a time fly
Shine bright for the magpies

Keep time to the sunrise
Lay waste to the nice guys
Goodbye pork pie
To the mini yellow sun

Something off up in the sky
Draws me up toward the light
I let the feeling take me through
At that point what else am I going to do


Live for pity, live for spite
You say it’ll be alright 
As if you could see it too
What else was I going to do


Deep fake to the young mind
Eat cake on the breadline
Stay safe in the high tide

Fall up to the skylight
Keepsakes for the craneflies
Big smile for the backslide
To the mini yellow sun

Make hay, crops die
Make haste, time fly
Shine bright, magpies
Goodbye

Keep time, sunrise
Lay waste, nice guys
Goodbye, goodbye

Mini Yellow Sun (with Leo Lennox)

"[a song that partially] tells the story about a complicated father’s death" 
~Kaite McKenna

Lyrics:
You wrap your hand around my knuckle
Start to help my clear a bramble of honeysuckle
Pick a bud from the bush

Place it on my palm, pedals
Long, golden, lush to be chosen
A head-rush

Your face hardens with your ungloved hand 
Working the garden
A single swollen finger in my face
A thousand nights pardoned

I walk along the path to find
A dandelion in the sidewalk lines
You tell me to give it time
(The bees will take care of it just fine)

You turn away to wipe your brow
The sticky smell of liquor emanating off
You somehow
(A secret just for us now)

Your face hardens with your ungloved hand 
Working the garden
A single swollen finger in my face
A thousand nights pardoned

What would you do?
If I ever saw you
If I ever saw you

What would you do?
If I ever saw you
If I ever saw you

I grab the weeds
Watch the seeds blow
Grab another,
Watch them go

What would you do?
If I ever saw you
If I ever saw you
If I ever saw you
If I ever saw you

Your face hardens with your ungloved hand 
Working the garden
A single swollen finger in my face
A thousand nights pardoned

Hunt For Wish-Flowers (Lyrics by Kaite McKenna)

A song about doing things out of love instead of saying things out of love because...what's the point?

Lyrics:
I can tell you what you wanna hear
Til it’s ringing in your ears
Like you’re ringing in the year
If I drop the ball on finding a solution
To what I know I’m losing
Tune in to your resolution
So I can see you clearer
Like cleaning off a mirror
I only see myself unless I bring you nearer

And if I’m not there to loan you something
Who do I care for?
To pick you up when you feel alone
Or you’re at the airport.
And if I don’t help you move 
When it’s not to my place
Then I don’t feel like I’m doing enough
Cause what is love, otherwise?
What is love?

If I aim tight to your directions
I won’t be expecting crosshairs, crossness
Crossroads at our intersections
And I don’t mean to follow blindly 
just to follow kindly, timely to
Whenever you remind me
You told me to be patient,
To be fine, to last the years,
But I can only hear you if I bring you nearer

And if I’m not there to loan you something
Who do I care for?
To pick you up when you feel alone
Or you’re at the airport.
And if I don’t help you move 
When it’s not to my place
Then I feel what I’m doing really ain’t enough 
Cause what is love, otherwise?
What is love?

Otherwise

A song about my friend's relationship

Lyrics:

So much is easier without you
But I don’t say that out of hate
It’s just a piled up set of circumstances
In the evidence against your case

Yeah it’s a fit full file of a pitiful childhood
I don’t know who I wanna blame
But if a call comes ‘round from the boys down town
And they pick you up and take you away
Then I won’t even complain

Cuz you keep bringing the dog home wet
And better yet
You never wipe your own paws
And it’s not that I’m sad or that you make me mad
You just don’t make me happy at all

I can’t believe that I stuck with it so long
Guess I figured that you could improve
Wanna be right all the time and don’t mind me crying
Your self’s the only thing you couldn’t prove
Yeah you’re the feral child in the pit bull pile
Begging up at a lap for a treat
But if they’re sniffing you down at the mix mutt pound
Maybe you can find a leg that’ll stay
And I won’t have to come play

Cuz you keep bringing the dog home wet
And better yet
You never think to wipe your paws
And it’s not that I’m mad or that you make me sad
You just don’t make me happy at all

I finally feel like I got it
It’s like an antibiotic
To get you out in any condition
I’d take a pill everyday
To keep you out of my way
And I would double it to get to remission 

Cuz you keep bringing the dog home wet
And better yet
You never think to wipe your own paws
And it’s not that I’m sad or that you make me mad
You just don’t make me happy at all
You just don’t make me happy at all
You just don’t make me happy at all
You just don’t make me happy

Cuz you keep bringing the dog home wet
And better yet
You never compliment at all
Yeah I’m mad
And you don’t make me happy

Bringing The Dog Home Wet

My friend Pippa gave me the idea to write a song about when you're out in the cold all day and then you go inside and it's warm :)

Lyrics:

It was cold like silence
Cold like compliance
Taunt the snow once
It starts to pile on
Been out for ages
To have exchanges
Now I can’t wait to
Start trading places

It’s hard by hearth to find the parts
That hurt your heart and froze your fingers
It primes your guard to silence alarms
And gets you warm when you chose this winter

Don’t wanna get up from beside the fire
Already lit up old files and magazines
The generator toasting gasoline
And any later you won’t hear from me

It had hurt to breathe
Like you’d not believe
Unless you spread those 
ice white sheets
Crawled in and waited
Hibernated
You might bear it
I’d goddamn hate it

It holds your lungs and slows your tongue
The mercury plunge that froze your eyelids
You smite that killer, rise quicksilver
Alight your fingers close doors tightly

Don’t wanna get up from beside the fire
Already lit up old files and magazines
The generator toasting gasoline
And any later you won’t hear from me
No no no no, you won’t hear from me
No no no no

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
No miles to go before I sleep
No more miles to go before I sleep

Don’t wanna get up from beside the fire
Already lit up old files and magazines
The generator toasting up a glass of gasoline
And any later you will not hear from me
No no no no

Cold Like

This song is about those friends that could be "more than friends" and maybe they kinda are ya know but they don't have to be and you're both cool with it how it is.

Lyrics: 

Get me onto my back foot
Wink me all across the room
Don’t make me feel like I have to
Then let me know I can want you

Sneak with me down the street late
Prime alibis just to be safe
Our friends awake in the basement
While we harness hopes on the pavement

If you don’t wanna call me your boyfriend
I don’t have to call my girlfriend
And you don’t need to call me much
I don’t mind what you tell all your girlfriends
Or if you got yourself a new boyfriend
I just wanna keep in touch

Come ride with me I can drive out
A couple hours from my house 
Only kiss maybe once, twice
Could be so much but it’s just nice

Don’t need you to say you’ll be mine
To have a weekend at the sea side
If you don’t need this to be defined
That’s something that only we decide

If you don’t wanna call me your boyfriend
I don’t have to call my girlfriend
And you don’t need to call me much
I don’t mind what you tell all your girlfriends
Or if you got yourself a new boyfriend
I just wanna keep in touch

It’s no thrill pay cut
Lay still, face up
No mistake of naked wake ups
and still break up

If you don’t wanna call me your boyfriend
I don’t have to call my girlfriend
And you don’t need to call me much
I don’t mind what you tell all your girlfriends
Or if you got yourself a new boyfriend
I just wanna keep in touch

Keep In Touch

20% blue 80% red still purple
Feeling blue seeing red still hurtful
Veins all blue arteries red spill purple
Skin tint blue or hair dyed red thrill circle

A ratio diluted in different directions
Creates the unique but does not invalidate
A product of novel combinations indifferent to direction
Out of sync with the system take control and calibrate

50% black 50% white still both
All the time practiced all the time honed still rote
Associates laughing enemies cold still alone
Mixed bi partial half part hybridized still home

People aren’t polluted by the character contained
Recontextualize allowances allocated
Rewrite the novel with every character contained
Fall in with the community that calibrated

Meeting in the middle bringing in the sides
Impurities apportioned pitchfork privatized
A mob is at the doorstep a swarm of selves inside
Let the crowds consume be diversified

Still Purple

a song about my first kiss with my partner 

Lyrics:

Lean in

Our hands back to back
Listening for the sound of the door
Our palms hoping to meet 
Like an old friend at the store
The need to impose
As the ceiling hung low
Made to push us close
By no means of own

Before we knew we had approved
The falling of the room

Lean in
Pull back
Get pulled back in

The ride astride
Calling back to that saddle of yours
By sight all rise
Like the strike of a gavel in court
The pulse is full
The fabric getting stretched to the seams
The gasp and the pull
My teeth quick release and then beam

Before the sun had even come we’d need to cut the heat  

Lean in
Pull back
Get pulled back in

Get caught up 
Then get caught up with your friends
Get brought up
Let the discussion end
Get blocked up
On the politics of bed
Get called up
And you want it again
And you’re falling again
Don’t wanna be friends
And you called it right then
And you got it and then some

Lean in
Pull back
Get pulled back in

Lean In

A song about controlling your tongue that works a split second faster than your brain

Lyrics:

Last night’s calling
Return to the site
Graphite falling
Burn before reading

It was a past life talking
They learned by the knife
The land I’m salting
Turn before seeding

With wrong intentions
I still write back
But all that tension
Could disappear like that

So I should say nothing
I should say whatever it takes
To get in my own way
I should say nothing
I should stay silent

And I still might pull it
Plunge to the heart
Silver bullet
Sudden bright bleeding

And it will not cure it
To hunt for the scar
But build up courage
To cut the right feeling

With strong incentives
I shore my gaps
Cuz all up-endings
End up like that

So I should say nothing
I should say whatever it takes
To get in my own way
I should say nothing
I should stay silent

With one wrong message
I could still fight back
But all that progress
Would disappear like that

I should say nothing
I should stay silent

I should say
I
get in my own way
nothing
I should say

Stay Silent

Furious Coitus pay tribute to inspirational rap group NWA. Metal and Old Skool Rap clash heads and funky music is born.

Express Yourself (NWA Metal Cover)

Re-upload of Furious Coitus' cover of Baby Got Back but this time it's gone through the master of music that is Mr. "D-Nasty" Duffek.
Still featuring Anon-E-Moose's hot intro bars.

Baby Got Back (Metal Cover; Feat. Anon-E-Moose; Duffek Mix)

I bought some rice cakes the other day and I just think they're neat and useful and really nice to eat.

Lyrics:

Rice Cakes

Soft and light in flavor 
but I remember that you weren’t when I was young
Hard to bite for the baby but
You fell apart with the melting on the tongue

Dusted off with something savory
Otherwise made sticky sweet
Forgot you were around for about ten years
But you were there always simple to eat

Rice cakes
Don’t taste like much but I love the way you crunch
Rice cakes
You’re pretty light so I can eat a bunch
Rice cakes
I think I’ll have another one for lunch
Rice cakes, oh rice cakes, oh rice cakes


Butter you up like PB with or without the J
However you want they understand
Like Phoebe on TV I am about to break
The instrument I’m using for the jam

Rice cakes 
I put whatever I want on your back
Rice cakes
A holey, rollin’, low sodium snack
Rice cakes
You’re snapping with a satisfying crack
Rice cakes, oh rice cakes, oh rice cakes

Not gonna say you’re something that I know you’re not
But I’ll stand up for you when people say you’re gross
You can hold an avocado just as well as bread
So I’ll raise a glass ‘cause you’re getting pretty close
So a toast!

To rice cakes
Don’t taste like much but I love the way you crunch
Rice cakes
You’re pretty light so I can eat a bunch
Rice cakes
I think I’ll have another one for lunch
Rice cakes, oh rice cakes, oh rice cakes

Rice cakes 
I put whatever I want on your back
Rice cakes
A holey, rolling, low sodium snack
Rice cakes
You’re snapping with a satisfying crack
Rice cakes, oh rice cakes, oh rice cakes
Rice cakes, oh rice cakes, oh rice cakes

Evan Diem

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