From June 2006.

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Drawn with Justin Durand and Ned Dunn.

From a day in August 2006 when I wrote and recorded 12 songs in 12 hours. Lyrics rewritten in January 2010 & recorded earlier today. Featuring the worst fretless bass performance in the history of recorded music.

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Stand tall when you take a shit
Because animals squat, animals sit
Drag a sack that’s cut and hit
As if the outside knows what the inside is
Shine a light down a steaming pit
A scavenger list that doesn’t exist
All available evidence fits
How we start as mud and now we end as this

Mixed up in a wall of bricks
It cements and sticks – a permanent fix
Mixed up in a wall of bricks
It cements and sticks – a permanent fix
Mixed up in a wall of bricks
It cements and sticks – a permanent fix
Mixed up in a wall of bricks
Does the outside know what the inside is?

Does the outside know what the inside is?
Does the outside know what the inside is?
Does the outside know what the inside is?
Does the outside know what the inside is?

Written and performed by Frenchy Tomato:
Justin Durand (voices, drums)
me (voice, guitars)

Recorded a few weeks shy of five years ago. Holy crap.

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Drawn with Justin and Carrie.

More random doodles.

Yet another song from June 2006.

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Stumbled into light
What did you find?
Guns and knives?

Pins and needle strikes
No good tonight
Go, goodbye

Too late

Here we are, the ruined races
Here we are, the ruined races
Here we are, the ruined races

I can’t see to hide
Am going blind
Or am blind

Swing the window wide
It’s wintertime
Holy night

Snow day

To feel it
To fold it
To take what lives inside it
To reason
Without knowing
To grow completely silent
So steal it
So hold it
So treasure and destroy it
Conceal it
Console it
There is no right way

Here we are, the ruined races
Here we are, the ruined races
Here we are, the ruined races
Here we are, the ruined races

I’m getting really bad at this “post before midnight” thing.

Drawn with Carrie.

Not sure how old I was when I drew these.

Drawn with Ned and Carrie.