about

TIKTAALIK Long Beach, California

we are tiktaalik.

shows

contact / help

Contact TIKTAALIK

Track Name: Tens and Twenty-Lot Acres
Psalms believe private mind ahistorical unbalanced. Septic neutrino sub-culture endive salad. Erase. Erase. Moths Bats Bees Frogs Trees the Ancient Glaciers whisper/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. Unwelcome 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/whimper
Track Name: Don't Fuck With Mr. Zero
Strap him in. Hold on. You kill to fulfill revenge. Who's wrong? Pull the switch, takes two. Shows me what you are. Guilt pervades you.

Mr. Zero's all around, he populates the underground.

Innocents have died. They don't care. They know that. You know why? Privatize the cells. More prisons, more profits, labor sells.

Mr. Zero's all around, he populates the underground.

You might be. You might be saved.
You're mighty. You're mighty brave.

Disrupts U.S. domination tricks by popular demand. popular demand. popular the man?
Track Name: Commodore Sixty-Four, Where Are You?
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 leave 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 leave 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.
Track Name: Glorified Echo Number Three
Looking through my things:
Textile ,Tech, Papers and Hearts
I won't forget.
Under the docs my planet locked.
They pray out front...

Alarm Sounds.
I created a monster with wings.
watch it fly. watch it hit the sky. watch it dive.

Deep dark and dank.
It all makes sense.
I celebrate what I create.
These are my past electric pets.
The heavy box...

Alarm Sounds.
I created a monster with wings.
watch it fly. watch it hit the sky. watch it dive.
Track Name: Maple Causes Cancer
Letters pounce
the pressing
private fears.
The stereo is
in the dresser.
Are they ears?

I can address the modus that I saw.
Burn as the marrow oozes out gold doves.

Forty years.
An acre.
Garden scenes.
Electron Proton
Buried buggys,
Toys, and dreams.

I can address the modus that I saw.
Burn as the marrow oozes out gold bars.

Fortress
so creative.
Hit the room.
Set the piece
to paper.
Flourish doomed?

I can address the modus that I saw.
Burn as the marrow oozes out gold bars.
Track Name: The Mole is Golden
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 me...faceless dreams
Dreams.
The kids are me...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!!!
Track Name: Numbers Mean Nothing
Raze the logic boards
lest I fall apart.
Hyper active laws:
lights switched on and off,

Time out...numbers mean nothing
You'll find out that numbers mean nothing

channels aways up,
sneaky signs of the cross,
sheets can't cover feet
or my prayers are lost,

Time out...numbers mean nothing
You'll find out that numbers mean nothing

last word always clean.

I'm mumbling again. I'm counting up a storm. Will this ever end?

I've out grown this...oh please.
Ignore it...I'm pleased.
Just close this and leave.

Numbers.
Mean.
No.
Thing.
Track Name: Icy Poor People
residual karmic passion involving meta game theory and seismic dances.
It blends and bends with morphius abandon.
abandoned like a sugar caned diabetic with a soda pop chaser.
It blends and bends with morphius abandon.

save your breath
cops are deaf
Can't reach the bum
save your breath
cops are deaf
put the sheet on. put the sheet on.

in the likely event of catastrophe he will follow suit and eat lemming pie
staining his suit and burning his lips carelessly.
while engaging in bellicose banter I stare at this debacle and sigh.
staining his suit and burning his lips carelessly.

save your breath
cops are deaf
Can't reach the bum
save your breath
cops are deaf
put the sheet on. put the sheet on.

Dear gods. So what. It ends with nothing.
It breathed. It coughed.Its just a body.
No sleep is at hand.

how does a privateer torn from shores of past pass this disposition and laugh and make an epic breakthrough.

save your breath
cops are deaf
Track Name: M. Complex
May I remind you that that's where I'm from.
The soldiers are real... instructions are gone.
May I remind you they're fighting at will.
Destroying more places. Kill Jaaq and rape Jiil.
May I remind you they've passed the exam.
The stampede is over. They're back where I am.

Battle for freedom!
Thats all?
No hurt civilians!
At all?
Invade more countries!
Who's call?
Don't matter the show will go on!

May I remind you assumptions composed:
Protecting our interests... whatever we're told.
May I remind you if we get away,
imagine the powers...the games they can play.
May I remind you the few will command.
Defend their positions however they can.

Battle for freedom!
Thats all?
No hurt civilians!
At all?
Invade more countries!
Who's call?
Don't matter the show will go on!

It's wide as abolition. It widens everyday.
Ships to the seas.
Planes. Skies
Ships to the seas.
Men die.

May I remind you we're alll kept in line.
With patriot anthems we light up the sky.
May I remind you the message we send:
You better be proud of disposable men.
May I remind you your questions are wrong,
The answers are implants. Their concepts are armed.

Battle for freedom!
Thats all?
No hurt civilians!
At all?
Invade more countries!
Who's call?

Thats the nightmare.... war world
Track Name: Logan's Shed At Tanagra
It bears gifts
Military suits covered in rust
It bears gifts
T.V. Guides covered in dust
Old dark wood
Splinters in palm hurt
Here he comes

Is that I Dream of Jeannie or Emergency One?

Lie lie still
watering dead grasses with sweat
Lie lie still
foxtail in ear hard to get
Can't jump wall
Our team will win Ditch'em again

Is that Nanny And The Professor or A Family Affair?

The sun is baking
Salt dirt arm taste
The summer too long