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(Into) Whatever​.​.​. Forever.

by We Are Tiktaalik

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Psalms believe private mind ahistorical unbalanced. Septic neutrino sub-culture endive salad. Erase. Erase. Moths Bats Bees Frogs Trees the Ancient Glaciers whimper. Psalms believe private mind ahistorical unbalanced. Septic neutrino sub-culture endive salad. Erase. Erase. Lakes, Pools please, no grass. The cactus loves September. Mr. Beaver builds a dam. Saves The town of Gumdrop Falls. Painted gray trunks caused by underlying magma. Infused life force/death force. Shelters rise to terrorize stunning, stunning panoramic skies. Unwelcomed runway airlines. Painted gray trunks caused by underlying magma. Infused life force/death force. Shelters rise to terrorize stunning stunning gross landfills, black wells. No better bargain next time. Mr. Beaver builds a dam. Saves the town of Gumdrop Falls. Turn back time. H.G. Wells' mechanical attraction. Inflate multi-fold ten strings is one conjecture. Erase erase timepiece seize. Cold freeze. The last and lone no atom. Psalms believe private mind ahistorical unbalanced. Septic neutrino sub-culture endive salad. Erase. Erase. Moths Bats Bees Frogs Trees the Ancient Glaciers whisper… Mr. Beaver builds a dam. Saves the town of Gumdrop Falls.
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Bored of Earth? Of course you are. Burning Bridges but build fence Your Thoughts, Tastes, Times Lacking Relevance. Come On! Blast! you like nonsense Bored at Work? Of Course Not. Your demo steals. We Hear a sound... Ooooooo Come on! Dance! you like nonsense Blasting Bird Bits Data / Stage / A Court / The Yard. Dummies Screaming, “Make Sense!” Up Against Your Lies. Base Irrelevant, Press Is Out. Rips What Heart? Throat Is Gone. Can’t Make A Sound Ooooooo A Billions Births! Of course chart. Passing Points show intent. There It Goes And All Your Alibis. Come On! Blast! you like nonsense Deadly Earth. Heaven Gone Ditto We. Won’t Be A Sound Ooooooo Come on! Dance! you like nonsense Blasting BIrds: Two Bits Blasting bird bits
3.
Crops? Burning flowers. We smothered our hosts. Slop? Porridge sour. A metallic dose. Swamps? Filthy ocean. We arm towards the North. Home? Not so certain. This path is unknown. Yay Yay Yay Roar! Yay Yay Yay! Come cheer for us. Cheer for us. Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Roar! Yay Yay Yay! Cause we are the champions! Free? Only paper. The sheriffs and Crow. Crime? Empty pockets. We back and we owe. Work? Not for wages. Our release still on hold. When? Not for ages. Till two world wars. Fair? Not so equal. The Privilege entrenched. Look at the statues. Do they represent Us? Former masters. Raped great grandparents. Sweep crumbled marble. Create new monuments.
4.
Summer sultan sick sings. Bringing knees to bear. I wanna wanna dress you down in front of there. And the linens feel free and the windows... I feel air. I can't leave here! Can't be here! Eyes can't see here! The ayes say "here! here!" Mini-moth designs. Science soap-dish cure. Little League don't matter. Trophy hurts. Assured. And the nails bring heat and my dad is un-pure. I can't leave here! Can't be here! Eyes can't see here! The ayes say "here! here!" minor mirrors burn. hee hee. spider webs meet Aqua V. red ant rivers regret seas. Lost in summer camp woes. Wishing at it again. Panama is so cool.Mammoth, movies, friends. And the pixel dust screen and the double-disk ends.
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Squash-made canopy Bored Banana tree Tons of cactus leaves Years and years pass me. Years and years pass me. Years and years pass me I don't want to sign this or else I'm mindless Broken man scene. Broken man scene. Free from reflections. Friends are gone It's major. Minor songs seem... seem so lost, weightless. The kids are me, faceless dreams. Dreams. The kids are mean faceless dreams Dreams. The kids remain faceless dreams Dreams. The kids are me... faceless i gave up on my private acre, loved the roses i gave up on collecting paper, smelling noses i gave up on killing my function, can't remember i gave up on becoming nothing i was something yeah! i gave up on loneliness, anger, and I love it I gave up on wasting my future and I love it I gave up on clouds and the spirits and I love it I gave up? I'm heading for something and I love it yeah! And I love it yeah!! and I love it yeah!!!
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Moneys not a problem. modern day apparel Mommy picks my clothing. wanna go to Farrells Playing in the dungeons. Looking good on paper Learned to spell a bad word. Pushing bars on elders TONTO! Drill bit: ugly Zebra: burning bile Windmill: Kindergarten Spy vs Spy man on the mailbox? It’s not an eagle?? Summers never boring. Throwing firecrackers Apricots exploding. T.V. tube collector Little League is force fed. Dipsy-Doo rehearsal Learned to make my own bread. Pencil Break is so cruel TONTO! Drill bit: ugly Zebra: burning bile Windmill: Kindergarten SPY VS SPY man on the mailbox? It’s not an eagle?? EXCEL! PERHAPS! Jog-a-thon approaching and free dress does matter Teachers stole my marbles. Not dress code all my pants SPY vs Spy man on the mailbox! Not an eagle on the mailbox! Windmill: I see a kindergarten (THE ENDLESS TRAIN IS ON THE CRACKS) Zebra: I see a pool of vomit (NO QUARTER FOR THE LIQUORY STORE) Drill Bit: i see all thats ugly (THE STUPID SWAP MEET IS SO BORING) The dark sarcasm done dirt cheap then?! (IMAGINE CEILINGS ARE THE FLOORS) the darts a hazard/the dark sarcasm Future Self its a case study in excellent depth perception My future sells my future cells.

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The human race is heading towards a point of no return and all of us continue on our merry way since the other option-besides overwhelming commitment combined with strategic activism to help curb this catastrophe-is a grim outlook on life which can only harm our mental and physical well-being.
"This world is dying!', the scientists warned.
"Yeah yeah. We're heading into whatever...forever." the people replied.

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released February 4, 2020

Tim Bender-drums, back up vocals
Matt Gierisch- bass, backing vocals
Oscar Rey- guitar, lead vocals

Recorded at Industry Ave Sound
Mixed by Allen Falcon at Birdcage Studios, Pico Rivera, Ca
Mastered by Paul Miner at Buzzbomb Studios, Orange, Ca

Special Thanks to Jeff Watson.

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