Super Cassette

2017-07-10

Stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/7jPfIYwu4HhpN1XUmCewzE?si=92d44dc8ad774375

Lyrics:

Why was I born without a storm to weather?
Why was I born into a place where I could see the sun?
Why do the blues seem a greener pasture?
Why is this state such a seasonless one?

Sadness looks better with gray skies and sweaters
The California sun just doesn't match

Can't look so blue with those Berkeleyan hues
Oh
I wish I were sad
Sad in the Midwest

Cue the applause from the one hand clapping
What is the sound of a scene kid crying all alone?
Signal the sound of the left shoe dropping
Where is the fruit of the seeds that I've sewn?

Dance halls are all full in states where the corn grows
The Oklahoma air just breeds despair

Can't sing the blues with these golden gate views
I wish I were sad
Sad in the Midwest

So
Sleeping in storm clouds gets old
Waking at midnight beholding
The light of the
Funeral moon
You have entombed

The dance halls look better
With gray skies and sweaters
The California air don't breed despair

Can't look so blue with these golden gate views
Why can't
I be
Sad
Sad in the Midwest?

Sad In The Midwest

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Bastille Day

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LYRICS:
	
So I think you're the bad guy 
So far I'm sober 
It's over, and over, and over 

So far, sleeping in my car, 
Next to the ocean 
The ocean 
The ocean 
The ocean 

air spray, 
Rusting out my bike chain 
Bare foot on blacktop 
Is burning and burning and burning 

Mickey's, 40s, shattered glass around me shows me 
Just what I could be 
If I let you into my life 

So you've taken my daughter 
But I can't blame you 
The monster got darker and darker 

Now that I think I'm better 
You don't know who I am 
Just the mania and opiates and 

Air spray 
Rusting out my bike chain 
Bare foot on blacktop 
Is burning and burning and burning 

Mickey's, 40s, shattered glass around me shows me 
Just what I could be 
If I let you into my life

Sober

Everyone just sitting in the pig pen
Clawing at the scraps that they can find
Each of them afraid that they will die
But no one really wants to be alive

But no one's keepin anybody down here
Hanging from a bootstrap like a noose
Colorblind and tonedeaf to the culture
We'll criticize whichever birth you choose

Fuck you better make your life productive
Or market forces put you to your curse
Opiates or alcohol will find you
At least you'll get the drug that you deserve

But no one's keepin anybody down here
Hanging from a bootstrap like a noose
Colorblind and tonedeaf to the culture
We'll criticize whichever birth you choose

don't look down
or you'll get scared
that three bad days
or one bad year
would you put you
in the same damn place
as him
and it's fucking cold
it's fucking cold
how the fuck do you hold

But no one's keepin anybody down here
Hanging from a bootstrap like a noose
Colorblind and tonedeaf to the culture
We'll criticize whichever birth you choose

Crooked Teeth /// Bootstrap

Bootstrap

"Good Days" 

By Smoke Season
Written by Smoke Season
Produced and Mixed by Fabian Ordorica
Mastered by Gentry Studer at Epicenter Mastering
© 2017 Smoke Season

LYRICS:
The years flew by
Now we don't believe in anyone
Looser ties
Until we lost control
I think it's time to go where the good days have gone.
In time, even the boldest will be fine lines
Like the wrinkles on our skin
Signs of the outside looking in
A tear rolls down your chin
I bet we won't believe it til age is here
And breaking down the door
I find myself reaching for more
Going back to what's in store
Oh, the years flew by
Now we don't believe in anyone
Looser ties
Until we lost control
I think it's time to go where the good days have gone.
If I knew that nothing else would ever be like
All the nights we let ourselves go
Well then I would have held them close...
Closer than I did.
I guess they might have warned us 
That youth would flee without so much as a goodbye.
I find myself reaching for more
Going back to what we know.
The years flew by
Now we don't believe in anyone
Looser ties
Until we lost control
I think it's time to go where the good days have gone.
Where I'm with you.

Music and lyrics by Smoke Season
Produced by Fabian Ordorica
Mixed by Fabian Ordorica
Mastered by Gentry Studer at Epicenter Mastering
Saxophone: James Ragusa
Recorded in Los Angeles, CA
Cover Photography by Scott Fleishman

Good Days

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Two High

Number 5 in our series of online premiere's, pulled from our "Fantasy 12inch A-Sides".

A long-time friend and contributor since the beginning - the mysterious Edo Lang is back with his signature style of highly emotive dance floor bliss. Inspired by the natural awe of Queensland’s Glass House Mountains - Edo beautifully emulates the inspiring Australian landscape through his lush pads and dry, high impact drum rhythms. 

It’s our pleasure to take you on a journey away from the hustle of city life, to the  hinterlands of the Glass House mountains - courtesy of Edo lang.

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Edo Lang - Glass House Mountain (PHZDIGI-005)

Lyrics:

I showed up for school with my soul in my pocket
The teacher was wearing a cross and a locket
And a grimace that told me I'd never be welcome
That Dungeons and Dragons would send me to hell
Some kid in the bathroom, between the bells ringing
Shared with me how he made peace with the demons
The advice that he gave me was written on paper
Passed between him and another tenth grader
Six simple words

Be gay
Do drugs
Hail Satan
Be gay
Do drugs
Hail Satan

The principal asked me how I had achieved it
I turned it around from a dunce to a genius
He wondered if I had been bribing the teachers
Or copying homework down under the bleachers
I told him that I had found God in my own way
In tablets, and horns, and the boys in the hallway
The head of the class, and I'm writing a speech
It'll be the best one that you ever did read and it's
Six simple words:

Be gay
Do drugs
Hail Satan
Be gay
Do drugs
Hail Satan
Beelzebub
Is full of love
Be gay
Do drugs
Hail Satan

My family's gathered in a circle
I'm 95, and I've lived a good life
My grandson, he hovers around to my bedside
He asks if I have any words of advice for him
And I do, listen in closely
Come on in close, I'll speak it softly

Be gay
Do drugs
Hail Satan
Be gay
Do drugs
Hail Satan
Beelzebub
Is full of love
Be gay
Do drugs
Hail Satan

Be Gay, Do Drugs, Hail Satan

Streaming: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/supercassette/invincibility-star

Lyrics:

Midnight and the air is warm
We’re back in town for the summer
With a Neutral Milk Hotel CD  blasting
We sang the whole thing through

12:10 when we pull it out
Gotta baggie full of treats
And we knock ‘em down
Now we’re coming up crooked in my childhood bedroom
Just picked up our

Invincibility stars
Immune to all forms of harm
Yes a dream comes true
When you take a little molly with your crew

Talkin crazy in a puddle of love
We tell each other that we’re talented and oh my god
We’re made of meat, we can’t believe just
How strange it is to be

Anything, but a kid in this room?
What are the odds that I’d run into you?
I don’t know why we have to decay on this earth but
I’m glad it’s with you

Invincibility stars
Immune to all forms of harm
Yes a dream comes true
When you take a little molly with your crew

Release me
Of everything
I wanna be
I wanna be
I don't want to go now
I don't want to go now
I don't want to come down
I don't want

Invincibility star
Immune to all forms of harm
Yes a dream comes true
When you take a little molly with your
Invincibility star
Immune to all forms of harm
Yes a dream comes true