Static Prismatic is the third album by Local Phonies

WRITTEN, PERFORMED, AND RECORDED BY LOCAL PHONIES IN GREENPOINT, BROOKLYN; SOMERVILLE, MA; AND BELMONT, MA.

CELLO ON TRACK 12 COMPOSED BY MICHAEL SHEN AND JON FRICCHIONE. PERFORMED BY MICHAEL SHEN IN BUSHWICK, BROOKLYN.

LOCAL PHONIES IS CONOR GARRISON AND JON FRICCHIONE

SPECIAL THANKS TO MOLLY, STEPH, BRIAN, AND LOUIS

MIXED AND MASTERED BY JON FRICCHIONE IN THE SUMMER OF 2024

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Static Prismatic

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
It's a ton to ignore with no way to debrief
You can spin your wheels but the deeper I'll sink

I got a house and a yard in the middle of nowhere
I have a wife and a dog and a half-a-kid somewhere

I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week
And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak
Yeah the money's alright, I guess that's a relief
I learned to love the bomb now the bomb loves me

Oh now
We have a lot to remember
We have a lot to remember

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer
The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other
About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother
Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

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Rat-Level

THE TEMPTATION TO LET GO OF THE ROPE

Baby wait for me
There's the cage out there
With our names above the door

Do you see the marks?
The bars have been re-done
You can barely see they'd been cut

Just don't think about it

Baby wait for me
I see the lock and key
In the dust out front

Should we go inside?
We'd make a comfy bed
And we'd watch a movie

Just don't think about it

We'd close the door behind us
The door behind us
We just won't think about it
Close the door behind us
Close the door behind us
We could lock it all outside

Baby wait for me
What show did you choose?

Don't Think About It

JUST ABOUT HAD IT UP TO HERE

You’re turning round–like circular–now
And it’s more than you were allowed
You get back back back 'til you’re small
You get home right back through that wall

You bring your hand up flat to your nose
You say you can’t take this anymore
Of the smallest things to ignore, I’m yours.

Metro shadowboxing
Empty and eating space
Blink or you might miss the lightning
Right when
All is turning grey

Enough stone to turn a glass house to sand
Enough stone to turn this glass house to sand

You’re turning round–like circular–now
And it’s more than you were allowed
You get back back back 'til you’re small
You get home right back through that wall

You bring your hand up flat to your nose
You say you can’t take this anymore
Of the smallest things to ignore, I’m yours.

Had It Up To Here

WATCH THE STAIN SPREAD FROM FIBER TO FIBER

Constant motion
Appears frozen
When shadows are longest
The light tears open

Your belly’s warm
Your heart is full
Your cards unturned

Watch the stain spread
From fiber to fiber
Equilibrium
As cruel as fire

Our bellies warm
Our hearts are full
Our cards unturned

Looking out beyond the bridge
But seeing orange fog
All the sunsets unburned
Falling out beyond the rocks

Our bellies warm
Our hearts are full
Our cards unturned

All the sunsets unburned
All the sunsets unburned
All the sunsets unburned
All the sunsets unburned
All the sunsets unburned

Cards Unturned

THAT FEELING WHEN THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE ARRIVE AT YOUR DENNY'S AM I RIGHT?

Before our time they boarded up the windows of the factories
In the towns and cities
Yeah the towns and cities
Had to choose a different form of industry
Culture or
Penitentiary

Dip the buildings in alabaster
Express yourself in fine, sponsored spray paint
Or invest in orange jumpsuits and razor wiring
You beg for the discount
An effortless let down
You beg for the discount
Effortless let down

In the spirit of debate let's hear out the dudes who lie to our faces
Just for arguments sake
In the spirit of debate let's hear out the dudes who lie to our faces
Just for arguments sake

They spit in our coffee and told us it's sugar
Fooled us around again and again on television
They physically ate the contents of a southern ballot box
And whittled a cross for his pet rats in pointed hats to burn in your bedroom

Oh yeah all sides are legitimate
Yes the trickster needs a place
And the table's got space
Just in case
And here we are in a parking lot
And the trickster needs a place
Yeah the table's got space
Just in case we deserve the pain

It's 3 in the goddamn a m
And there's a flaming hole in the pavement
I know it's a Denny's parking lot
But there are four riders outside
And I know no one rides horses anymore

It's 3 in the goddamn a m
And there's a flaming hole in the pavement
I know it's a Denny's parking lot
But there are four riders outside
And I know no one rides horses anymore

Canbot!

AS THE INKY NUMBNESS SPREADS
PEOPLE MILLING ABOUT AN EMPTY PLAZA
EMPTY WAVES ON HUNGRY LUNCH BREAKS
THE ANESTHESIA SEEPING IN

The anesthesia
Spreads invisibly
Takes its hold
Imperceptibly
Disperses internally

A sheer blanket
Across our eyes
See light through
The weave
The inky numbness
Spreads from your head to your feet
Empty waves
Seeping in

Slow Waves

YOU OUGHT'A KEEP BUSY OR YOUR LITTLE ECHOES FLY AWAY

The shyness of the crown
Resting on the heads of babes
Waiting in the lobby
For the next joyless vacay

Search the pacific ocean
For a charismatic wave
It crinkles like a wrapper
It sinks into a puppet stage

Ready to burn both ends
Ready to burn both ends

The tell all in progress
Dollars changing hands
You oughta keep busy
Or your little echoes fly away

Find an able traitor
Sitting on their blameless hands
Make yourself more useful
Bring them to the promised land

Let them wreak some havoc
Let them burn this fucker down
Just record the proceedings
Don’t turn the camera around

Ready to burn both ends
Ready to burn both ends

The tell all in progress
Dollars changing hands
You oughta keep busy
Or your little echoes fly away

Impossibly slow
And all over the road
Make it make sense

Ready to burn both ends
Ready to burn both ends

The tell all in progress
Dollars changing hands
You oughta keep busy
Or your little echoes fly away

Stream/Merch

Impossibly Slow And All Over The Road

The blinding headlights in the rearview
The rhythmic sweep of the streetlights
The yellow glow of panic
My fence has rotted through

I slap
My face
To stay alert
The tarmac tributaries deliver all to dirt

Begging please no more media
Currency for true believers
Blood for these suckers
Unburdened by proof

Tall dark and
Frozen to the spot
Where the gun went off
My truth is your loss

A few were onboard
How would we know
If you were onboard how would we know?

Frozen To The Spot

THE LAST OF THE SUMMER GARBAGE WAFTS...

The last of the summer garbage waft
Tiptoe round the defunct bombs
Planted like crooked teeth
Weaving through the double parked

There’s no use for your successful appearance
Tell tall tales, leave burning questions
Firebombing dioramas
Umbrellas dissolving in the rain

The cowardice of young love

The last of the summer garbage wafts
Tiptoe round the dudded/defunct bombs
Planted like crooked teeth
Weaving through the double parked

The cowardice of young love

The cowardice of young love

The Cowardice of Young Love

WE SAW YOUR DREAM, WE KNOW YOU WANT THAT PHONE CASE

I saw the flash at first light of the moon
Carried the weight, most of the tune
Your eyes were low and the light was blue
And that was the worst
the worst part of you

Ain’t it the worst
Ain’t it the worst
When they find the time
To empty our minds
Onto the floor
Sift through the mess
Just to decide
What they sell us next
Ain’t it the worst

Another light that I shouldn’t light
The glare of the sun, you're lit from behind
You look at me but all I see is grey
They took your face
And they gave it away

Ain’t it the worst
Ain’t it the worst
When they find the time
To pour out our minds
Onto the floor
Sift through the mess
Just to decide
What they sell us next
Ain't it the worst

The Mess

I MY ME MY I I MY ME MY I I MY ME MY I I MY ME MY I I MY ME MY I 

I
I see something I like
But lost
My place
This line
It needs crossing
The dots
The eyes
The space
I
I feel everything
Just
Beyond
My skin
Time is chemical
Slows in the morning

How do you demand more
It seems uncouth
Lo and behold we're all bound in our roots
I
I feel everything
Just beyond my skin
Time is chemical, slows in the morning

The air feels perfect
As I fill up with regret
And pull my own focus
From how it’s broken

Time is Chemical

IF YOU COME AND SEE ME, JUST READ ME THE NEWS

You wanna hear a story
You want your bubble wrap
You only want the world
If it gets dropped in your lap
There are no more secrets out there
Even in the shadows
Tell me, what’s the use

If you come and see me
Just read me the news

Tails you win
Heads we lose

Throw the dullest words
From the tallest building
We can watch them shatter
Upon the pavement
Call it in the air

Scattered syllables
Easy entertainment

Heads we lose
Tails you win

Pattern recognition of
Mental somersaults
Staying up until the dawn
Just flipping coins
Tell, me what’s the use

Stay up and sell me lies
Easy entertainment

Tails you win
Heads you lose
Heads you lose
Heads you lose

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Easy Entertainment

STATIC PRISMATIC 

FKAs: 
Blank Brothers (2014-2016)[with Phil East!]
October Surprise (2007-2012)