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Time Dilations

by Rumbletramp

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1.
Year of Rust 03:20
I was a rumbling terror machine Screeching and scraping the gravel as I flew Past broken buildings with jagged wings burning See the steel frame through the flames and the smoke Hear the exhaust through the screaming of metal on stone These days I rise before sunrise and drive The engine, it rattles like my bones Like it knows what I mean, like it dreams what I dream, like it's wise An ancient machine that can empathize I'd like to forgive you, but I'm just so stuck People have muttered a "fuck you" for once and for all at my face For a less painful taste that I left in their mouths With a burning rubber smell as I passed by I was a pack of wild mutts in the desert Birthed of the valley and cradled by mountains Searching for something in hot dirt and sand Padded paws clawing the ruins of man Fierce and free, side by side with my sisters These days I live life like a waking dream A boat or a dog, a turtle a train Life passed me by like a million soft whispers Or echoes resounding inside of my brain I don't know the words, but I sing and I hum along I'll beg for forgiveness, hell, I'm more like you Than I thought, I set fire to every inch of the ground that I walk As I salt the green earth from the holes in my pockets So nothing ever grows where I have gone
2.
I have nightmares where I'm running from something And I'll wake up just as it's about to grab onto my sleeve Or a knife is falling towards me, or all that I can I see Are gruesome gaping jaws lined tight with sharp and hungry teeth And I'll wake up in a coldsweat, oh I'll wake up with a scream In a room that's dark and calm and I will know it's just a dream But my heart's still beating faster and my feet are still twitching And it seems like all day long I am still running in my sleep Maybe that is part of why I always run away It's like I get scared for my life when I think "maybe I should stay" It's not that I can never tell reality from fiction It's just sometimes they feel the same I don't know how else to explain I'm still sleeping when I wake up from a vivid dream And sometimes the past and future feel like they're one in the same Lately I've had better dreams, the kind of ones that seem To remind me of my life, like I'll be waiting on a train Or I'll ride one through the mountains, just you our friends and me And sometimes my brother's there and I always feel so free But I still wake with the feeling that I'm waiting or I'm riding And it gets a little sad if I feel stuck in carolina Or tennessee or florida, or in one of my poems Some days I feel stuck and other days I feel at home I feel like my life lately's been one long, drawn out transition Like my brain's on a crew change or interlude of mass proportions And it hasn't been so scary, no, it never gets so bad It just mostly gets confusing when you're used to moving fast You spin so many compasses, you spin so many bottles When you get to sitting still, you feel you're spinning something awful I feel like I am living my entire life at once And I hope that it's the case that I'm not the only one But I think time passes substantially differently for me Like I'm lost in its dilations or a sea of memories The waves crash in my head and I'll ride them with my friends TIl I snap back to reality and wonder where they went And when I love, I love just like I drink or like I smoke Way too much and way too many, and unapologetically Compulsively and loudly, and with everything I've got And sometimes I wanna quit, but I just can't seem to stop Whether it's a nightmare or the sweetest lucid dream I'm all in, take all my chips, fuck it, I'll bet everything I'll come out ahead if I lose or if I win Let the dealer take it all, I'll come and try my luck again It's such a strange sensation to feel like you're somewhere else When your nose and ears and brain and eyes Are all telling you otherwise Guess my heart's got habits of ignoring all of them Yeah, I am where it is, I might be crazy but that's it I'm still back in san francisco, I'm still sleeping in your bed And everyone I've ever loved is still asleep inside my head I'm still out by the highway, collecting bleach-white bones And I've never felt more homeless in this home that's not my own
3.
These days it feels like the toaster's always broken and the freezer's always empty and the pipes are always frozen Every day feels like the day that the rent's due And we live together but I never get to see you My backpack's patched up but it still sits useless in the corner of my room with my sleeping bag and boots I'm forming bad habits with alarming regularity I could use a crisis if it would change my polarity I wish this vividity could fuel some creativity I'd love to write a song that you could sing along with Intimately and loudly, hyperbolically like a simile When we were young we tended to resemble blind tornadoes Ripped up floorboards and true feelings everywhere that we would go Our self-destructive tendencies never made us feel better But it helped us pass the time to wait for clearer weather Sometimes I find it hard to find the words to tell you what I mean When I tell you that the stars live in the lining of your skin I know misquoting poetry's my only real consistency if you wanna hear my own words we could always run away again I wish this vividity could fuel some creativity I'd love to write a song that you could sing along to Intimately and proudly, hyperbolically Like a simile
4.
Age of Bars 04:33
It's a crypt no one's keen on keeping Sister, don't let it drag you down It's the same as any other town It's got cars and bars and roofs and trains and rain I wish it'd flood all the towering buildings Send the castles all crumbling down Wreck the gates in front of the mansions So they'd go out and talk to their neighbors every once and a while Once in a while, once in a while It's a shell game rigged for the dealer Brother, don't let it drag you down It's the same in every single town From oily rag to noxious blood-red flag And if you don't lose like they mean you to Offer up your wallet, every dime left to your name The sheriff will be comin after you Squealing, state-sponsored gang-banger clad in blue All clad in blue, all clad in blue So lather that metal up in kerosine Light the match and sit back and watch the squad car gleam Every neighbor and sister and lover in cuffs Is just another reason to burn down the regime Come on, brother, let the good times roll Raise your flag and sit back and watch the bulldozers Crack and crawl through the penitentiary walls Bring the age of steel bars to a grinding halt A grinding halt, a screeching stop A grinding halt, a screeching stop
5.
Shortsighted 04:37
True love is a freight train and we were meant to be The time that I spend with her is the only time I'm free I hope you find your true love too to cheer you up when you feel blue I promise you, I'll try not to be sad if it ain't me 'Cause life's too short to be hangin around Wasting all your time just feeling helpless, paranoid and upside down Wondering if that old friend is ever gonna make her way through town Feeling sentimental about those times you know won't ever circle round True love is a bottle, but that's just cause I'm weak I don't hit the bottle, no, the bottle it hits me I hope you leave your true love too, like I am always meaning to And laugh and live and love and do just what you wanna do 'Cause life's too short to by tryin' to drown Trading all your money just for one more night that you can black out Waking in a cold sweat, flinching hard at every light and sound I'm tappin' out I hope all your dreams come true except those nightmares haunting you I hope your sleep is sweet and deep and shared with pleasant company Me, I'll keep bouncing around, east-bound, north-bound, west-bound, south Until they nail my coffin shut and shove me in the ground I'll move on up to Canada and pick some apples there I'll move to Colorado where those ancient mountains stand I'll move on down to New Orleans and start a jazz-punk band I'll move to California and I'll sleep out in the sand 'Cause life's too short to be hangin' around Trading all your time just saving up to have a kid or buy a house I know that there's no paradise, but I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself I'm tapping out
6.
Patchwork 03:18
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A dog is rotting in the gutter near the tracks in east LA The rats all swarm the pavement searching for the source of the decay To gnaw and claw and scrape and scratch its guts with fervid glee Strip down to the bone and scurry off into the street Well it's warm and wet and wrecked in ramshackled new orleans The gaping hole in the wall matches up so vividly With the one in my ribcage the fetid muscle keeping pace With the whiskey it intakes and pumps to my extremities So here's to all the gruesome times, here's to the dismay Cheers to grotesque growling things that snarl in the dark night The world's a terrifying place, so clutch your loved ones tight Keep your finger on the trigger and a sharp knife at your side It's a shivering shaking coldsweat in humid st petersburg Staring at a strange and sickly face in the mirror Dark and haunted halls, weak with whiskey and withdrawls Trembling fits of fear and the nightly night terrors I'm screaming at your face in a dismal, dreary mountain town The roaches in the oven all scatter at the sounds That my tongue contorts to words, I swear this must be hell on earth I'd never mean the things I say but I spit them anyway
8.
You're O.K. 01:00
Going to the coast I'm gonna hitch on sailboats I'm gonna jump into the ocean in my glasses and my clothes You'll still have my full attention 'cause it isn't my intention To leave you stranded on the mainland feeling bored and high and dry I don't care where we go, I don't care where we are As long as you're still with me I'll be glad we got this far I don't care where we go, I don't care where we are As long as you're still with me I'll be glad we got this far I feel like it's about time for me to climb a great big mountain Get lost in trees and bears and bees so no one else can find me Please tell me you're excited 'cause you know that you're invited We'll shave our heads and grow our beards and make a new home here I don't care where we go, I don't care where we are As long as you're still with me I'll be glad we got this far I don't care if we go, I don't care if we stay As long as you're still by my side I'm glad that we're okay
9.
Two seasons spent shivering in thick winter coats An awful, arid summer spent stuck between coasts A myriad of nervous breakdowns A web of country roads My bones haven't thawed out yet Burnt-brown skin stretched across a frozen mess I swear I sweat my heart out of the open, desperate pores Dotting my skin Stuck in the mud more than ever this year A pit of routine mired deep in despair One can only work so long at something Antithetical to your soul And each day takes its toll I'm a vicious, seedy misanthrope Seems like every morning I wake up The scene outside my window is uglier than before I got a few years left to walk this world I'm too reckless and stupid to ever grow old I will rot, and I'll rot early A consequence of my rash behavior I'd like to spend those years with you If I can, I know I'll die much easier I'm looking forward to leaving sometimes But not once to leaving you behind And I'd trade my tongue for a child with you But I'm afraid she'd grow up reckless and stupid too And why would I bring another person Into this awful, fucked up world A circus of carnivores Eating one another One of these days I'll just be Blood red meat inside of someone else's gnawing jaws
10.
Every year the cost of living's different The panic and the fear are always free Half the headlines lie and the rest will make you cry You pay a quarter for the paper just the same You can buy a kodak camera off of craigslist Just about for any price you'd name Within a year those hallowed memories stagnate to hollow truths Especially nostalgic forms of blues But who doesn't have some trouble Letting go of the past sometimes My fingers won't let go I'm gnawing at my arms just to survive You can keep it all You can keep it all I'll just keep on lovin and fightin And runnin and ridin away I wish someone would tell me what's successful About trading in your fleeting grains of sand Just to struggle to rent space on the streets that you help pave Til the hour glass runs out and it's the end You can burn all of the shit in your apartment Build a bonfire and feed it all your things Sleep under bridges and in ditches alleyways and on park benches Sing songs and try to keep out of the rain And hope that the cops don't show up And arrest your friends or shoot your dog The world's all bought and owned Friend, you aren't alone, just stay alive They can keep it all They can keep it all I'll just keep on lovin and fightin And runnin and ridin away Til I am six feet deep or they lock me up and throw the key away
11.
A gut full of bumwine, lungs full of smoke A head that's full of craziness and dark black jokes Praying for a new disease to end mankind Waiting on the last day that the sun will ever shine Lips slick with poison, eyes full of fear A thunderous cacophony ringing in my ears I hope the shit that they spew from NBC and fox news Seeps out of the screen and fills the air with deadly fumes Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive I hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive A mouth full of anger, spit made of rage A pipe bomb to blow up every fence and every cage When I'm walking down the street in any american town And see the shops and cops and cars and people all milling about I get sick to my stomach I get rabid and violent I get to feeling out of place amid the dollar signs and greed A desperate, hungry parasite, my host rejecting me Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive I hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive An inferno to burn down every capital city A billowing dust storm to strangle the sky Praying for a virus or a blight or plague To wipe the slate clean and bring about the end of days Fire and brimstone Poison and napalm Praying for a tidal wave to rise and crest on high Drown everything in a blue to match the sky Well, I hope it all ends tomorrow so we can start again I hope a comet comes and roasts us alive I hope the dead get mad as me, and they rise onto their feet And I hope that they are feeling kind of hungry And I hope, I hope only a few of us survive
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A collection of songs about strange dreams, road kill, prison abolition, and experiences in time dilation.

These are stories about feeling lost in your own body. These are songs for people lost in time and space. If you have ever woken up and been close to tears because you dreamt you were back in your old apartment from three years ago with all of your closest friends and oldest monsters, this is for you.

These are stories about feeling lost in the world, at odds with every single corporate and government entity on the planet. If you have ever had a panic attack riding down the street looking at the storefronts, the courthouse and the all-too-many cop cars flying by, this is for you.

This is for everyone lost, frustrated and desperate.

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released February 11, 2015

Beetlejuice - Washboard
Corina Penn-Bartoo - Banjo, Uke, Vocals
Lysandra Penn-Bartoo - Vocals
Mission Ingram - Guitar, Vocals, Harmonica, Accordion

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