NORTH KOREA AND THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF

you’ve got a new tattoo
on the part i placed my face into
when it was dark and all that i could do
was blindly reach for your heart in the hope it hadn’t hardened overnight 
but it moved up from out of your chest
into a different room
how can i rest under this crooked moon that inspired
the constellation inked in on your back and running 
blue
what a short atomic life
like the thistle on your thigh
there’s a thorn stuck in my side
who
begets our ending days
like the missiles on their way
you’ve destroyed my will to make
the best of what’s left
i was my naked self
picked up the check and mentioned how i felt
so much to say and little time to tell
whether i hate, hurt, want you or worse
suspect my skins turned 
blue
what a short atomic life
like the thistle on your thigh
there’s a thorn stuck in my side
who
begets our ending days
like the missiles on their way
you’ve destroyed my will to make
the best of what’s left
have i become your worn out innuendo
live and let me go leave us in a note i’ll re-read endlessly
sulky stairs and broken stained glass windows
temples vandalized malevolent eyes i will see in my sleep
 
Produced & Mixed by Scott Gordon and Forebear
Recorded at Clockwork Studios Los Angeles, CA

North Korea & The Five Stages Of Grief

CUSP

i laughed so hard
was it a joke
i nearly choked to death
i’m not trying
to insult
your dog-eared intellect
jedi-mind my p’s and q’s tricks
dismiss my case
file away the fine print
pour me anything
we are same sides of a different coin
permanently engraved with the year we were born
and the languages we speak
i skip chapters
and episodes
i only want to see
what comes after
the curtains close
the characters you’ll be
thought i was
one to try
anything a second time
music wars
sing or speak
to an addict’s heart
incessant beat
thought i was
safe at night
you were on the cusp
of being right
this kitchen sink i use to wash
my hands and think before i talk 
i stopped trying
to take control
and filled my heart with peace
i laughed until
the joke got old
then cried with late relief
jedi-mind my p’s and q’s tricks
dismiss my case
file away the fine print
pour me anything
we are same sides of a different coin
permanently engraved with the year we were born
and the languages we speak

Produced & Mixed by Scott Gordon and Forebear
Recorded at Clockwork Studios Los Angeles, CA

Cusp

PIGEONS EATING GLASS 

fire me when i return
my first day back at work

and as if in unison
enlightened 'til it burned

crushed between my wildest dreams
and nightmares petty fogged 
only as surprised as the pupils in your eyes 

i know 
more than i should 
i know
more than i should 

infinite 
my willingness 
to gather up my doubts

all too often captive to 
the things I am without 

i know now 
more than i should 
albeit within reach 
pigeons eating glass
thinking as i laugh 

i know 
more than i should
i know more than i should

I love too much 
too much for my own good

and I know enough to know you could 
enough to know you could
enough to know you could

** "Pigeons Eating Glass"
Produced and Engineered by Aron Fromm
Mixed and Mastered by David Eaton 
Assistant Engineer: Eric Bard
Cellist: Leah Metzler

Published by Wise Cub Music (ASCAP), Character One (ASCAP), Falcon 49 (ASCAP), King Latifa (ASCAP), and Redfromm (ASCAP).


Pigeons Eating Glass

WHO WRITES OFF WHO
underneath the surface
sharpening their knives
they gnaw each other’s faces
hungry for our lives
when the night breaks
and the highways clear
run is all you’ll hear
look what’s come of all our fears
looks what’s come of our fears
a lamentation in the form of wrath
i’ve been abandoned by my better half
and if i catch you in the corner
i’ll cut you up and gut your insides
i am the mentor no one’s meant to be
the meaning you were nowhere close to seeing
now i’m the ticking and the terror your mind
can only measure with sight
and i live
inside
your eyelids
who writes off
who writes off
who
who writes off
who writes off
who
look what’s come of our fears
look what’s come of us
look what’s come of our fears

Produced & Mixed by Scott Gordon and Forebear
Recorded at Clockwork Studios Los Angeles, CA

Who Writes Off Who

PEOPLE'S CHAMP

i'll miss you when you go
wanted to be there
offer my goodbyes
let you know I care
i'll befriend your ghost
she's easier to see
introverted flames
a mystical reprieve
winter into spring
is my imagination a fire
that warms or destroys
in your evaluation
make sure to note
i'll miss you when you go
symptomatic needs
where is there a home
that nurtures disbelief
winter into Spring
is my imagination a fire
that warms or destroys
in your evaluation
make sure to note
i'll miss you when you go
i'll miss you when you go
i'll

Produced and Mixed by Scott Gordon & Forebear
Recorded at Clockwork Studios Los Angeles, CA

People's Champ

EON
you and yours will long endure
the crossfire and shrapnel purge
piece by piece
you pull with ease
and masochistically emerge
is it a roller coaster ride
that you're afraid will stop
or just an agonizing flight
ascending to the top
i don't want it
if it's not mine
i don't want it
if it's not mine
you instill a holy will
we kiss your death
and wear your chills
heiress Eve
where in the trees
does evil lurk
it's fruit or seeds
am I a pistol in the park
waiting to be the blame
or just a precedent set forth
by her ancestral name
i don't want it
if it's not mine
i don't want it
if it's not
bare your wits
take hold of them
your exit will direct
fire-lit sky
now we decide
eon
eon
how long
eon

Produced & Mixed by Scott Gordon & Forebear
Recorded at Clockwork Studios Los Angeles, CA

Gnosis

The dust has come in doses
The tree's released it's gnosis
What's to become of powers
We found alongside potions?

The garden's closin' inward
We're back to where we started
My god
How come the laughter
Has all since been departed?

But if you need me to go 
Believe me I'll stay away
My treasonous mouth
Beyond raising doubts
How it desecrates
Or so I'm made to think
My planter of seeds
Let us take what we need
And vanish

We're pulse possessed
And counting between each breath 
Resounding imprisoned prayers to no one
Dear father,
How's it sounding?
The shivering tears in choir
That our exile's inspired
An unforgiving chorus
We've all come to admire?

But if you need me to go 
Believe me I'll stay away
My treasonous mouth
Beyond raising doubts
How it desecrates
Or so I'm made to think
My planter of seeds
Let us take what we need
And vanish

But if you need me to go 
Believe me I'll stay

Gnosis

You're my savior 
I keep secret
The pressure point you convinced me
I needed you to press
My worries
Sweet worries
My heart is yours
To fill or thirst 
However you see fit
Devil incarnate
Reticent weak days
Summon your cowardly
Kisses to my face
Lasso this monster
Put me in my place
Silence the colors
Even the quiet shades
Home 
Tomb
(What if I rolled my eyes)
Home 
Tomb
(Might I avoid your stare?)
Home
Tomb
(Would you be surprised)
Home 
(By what's inside?)
Dense elixir
Centrifugalize 
The poison sinks
With lesser things
Disintegrating moons
It's safer
To savor
Companionships 
With fastened lips 
That never wince in ruins
Body in pieces
Staring at supper
I am the Eucharist 
Rip off another
Pull my appendage
Laugh ever harder
I'll hurt 'til I long for
A surplus of martyrs
I will separate the trauma 
Sacrifice
Insert your commas
Come on 
Make me an orphan 
Or off me in the Autumn
I am buried in causes 
Spoken to in long pauses 
Crucified 
Now you and I have got 'em right where we want 'em
Home 
Tomb
(What if I rolled my eyes)
Home 
Tomb
(Might I avoid your stare?)
Home
Tomb
(Would you be surprised)
Home 
(By what's inside?)
You're my savior 
I keep secret
The pressure point you convinced me
I needed you to press
My worries
Sweet worries
My heart is yours
To fill or thirst 
However you see fit
However you see fit 
However you see fit
However

Produced & Mixed by Scott Gordon & Forebear
Recorded at Clockwork Studios Los Angeles, CA

Home Tomb

DELROY LINDO 

you got caught in the misanthropic 
nihilistic way of interacting with
human nature's nomenclature

day to day we avoid the topic
who of us is bold enough to call it quits

you are toxic
pack your boxes quick 
before one of us changes their mind again

i want you but in lieu of conversation 
i'll try to break the silence with a sweet-tooth
teasing your neck
it won't do you're the loneliest of nations
I have ever served 
I swore I swore

skinny chap i'm no delroy lindo 
domineering speeches from the driver's seat
just listen to me when 
i speak clearly in
the tone that makes you forget who i really am

i want you but you gave into someone else 
who sees through your affectionate rage
you have a need to be held without holding back 
to be seen without saving face

i want you but in lieu of conversation 
i'll try to break the silence with a sweet-tooth
teasing your neck
it won't do you're the loneliest of nations
I have ever served 
I swore I swore

i want you but in lieu of conversation 
try to break the silence with a sweet-tooth
teasing your neck
it won't do you're the loneliest of nations
I have ever served 
I swore to protect

Produced & Mixed by Eric Lilavois
Mastering by Black Belt Mastering (Seattle, WA)
Recorded at London Bridge Studios (Seattle, WA)

www.forebear.la


Delroy Lindo

Taking cues from cinematic and classical influences, Forebear creates and molds a surreal listening experience with solos that are sometimes brooding, sparse statements; and other times lyrical, fleeting phrases. 
Forebear is Scott Goldbaum (vocals, guitar), Mike Musselman (drums), Molly Rogers (viola, vocals, keys) & Nick Chamian (bass, vocals).  


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