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Monsters Talking

by Pocket Vinyl

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We birthed a strong and distinct fume My hands they feel as big as this room We've never viewed the entire scene And yet you claim to have clarity If only your eyes could barely breath You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany The songs you sang in every bar Relationships that don't go very far To save a life when you hate your own Proves that good comes from your soul If only your mouth could truly see You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany The times you seem to hurt the most Don't blame on a gracious host You spoiled child, were you spared the rod? Love is patient, Love is God If only your heart could truly be You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany You all have told me love is cruel It's those words that make you a fool Your words, your lies, all a marketing shtick You don't think with your head, you think with your dick If only your eyes could barely breath You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany If only your heart could barely see You'd be whispering a quiet epiphany
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The window is etching back, making ugly sounds The keys in my saddle bags are moving around The doors are all locked from above And they won't let me see the face of who I'm thinking of The food's not the best here, no I don't find it kind I've got the wrong ears, and the wrong eyes The reason I want to believe Is I saw so much of something that I didn't know I'd love to see Have you always been this soft, Where you cannot help but love? Call it a rift or some spiritual gift You cannot but turn your heart off I walk 20 minutes to my little room Violins of the crickets, they're starting to tune It's night time now when I get home But the morning light are peaking through your window The moments are slower I can see your life in bullet time The faster your hand can touch all of the grooves in my spine I am not two men I am not Japan The moments are slower I can see your life in bullet time The faster your hand can touch all of the grooves in my spine Your skin is so soft and so smooth in comparison to mine Just lift up your hands if you're indeed giving me the sign
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Saloon Song 03:52
A worn out piano in a shallow gutter A melody that swears it's your mother A touch that makes your stomach flutter or was that just the road? A spiral climbs up the side of it's back Wraps around a corner and picks up the slack I follow my fingers up the make shift track And pound them once they get down low And I feel sorry for you if you're piano has never been out of tune Oh and it's a common, common place But that's a game I do not play And this curved shape has furled my face Just strap the top on and let my mind slip away Shave the skin off all of his new habits Heal the scars with a lipless kiss I sold my strings for fire I cut my wings with plyers And I feel sorry for you in your piano has never been out of tune
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I once kissed a woman simply for her lips And not because love between us exists After the thought I felt empty inside I knew my kiss, it was a lie I left her side later that night And looked out a window to a dim street light It flickered and whispered advice so strong Said "If you don't love her, what you did was wrong" Sometimes I get angry at my own desires They screw with my thoughts, makes me sick and tired The battles come fast and I've frequently lost I'm a good man, but I still have those thoughts I have the temptation to be much more loose To throw caution away and indulge in my youth Until I become numb to moralities song Sometimes I wish sinning wasn't wrong False idols are breathing down my neck Just trying to see what they can get A curious fortune that's way beyond price A treasure that we have all bastardized I apologize greatly for those I've made pissed For those I've betrayed with a kiss I now hold my kisses in such high regard Because I know what it's like to kiss someone that hard Where something inside us that once was trapped Something much deeper is tapped I'd rather not deal with something like my pride Gets the best of me, and twists all my insides And I swear and I curse and call God out by name Like a coward I give him all the blame False idols are breathing down my neck Just trying to see what they can get I once kissed a woman because she was there Because I was selfish and her skin was fair And in the long run it showed me teachings from above That a kiss should mean more than just love
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Are you underwhelmed? Perhaps there is something, something I'm missing But I don't think that I endure as much as you claim I don't think she is lying to my face And her actions are a dead giveaway to how she thinks It's an honest mistake and I'm sure it won't happen again Do you understand? I'm confused because your still clinking glasses Beer spills on both sides of your mouth and on to your shirt I can't tell, I can't read, I can't spell I can't see if there's a scale used in design It's an honest mistake and I'm sure it won't happen again Tearing down the only fulcrum that connects our speaking routes But a little joke about their faith is good for some devout Selling crap for more than it's worth surely won't impress a king But a little joke about our nature is another thing
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The mountain peaks are sprinkled with bunkers And they're dressed in a sunshine that's intrinsictly contemplating All the clouds that block it from the Earth and if they're doing it purposefully But my favorite weather has always been before it is storming I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time We were involved in a social experiment that didn't really warn us of all of the side affects I had a swollen eyelid for about a week or two and you were coughing up blood for a day The healing process took longer than what we were expecting I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time You fell off a tree into the cushioned lap Of a man who was older than both of your sisters combined And he asked you if the journey you were on was just a weak attempt to get your father's love With a wink and a nod and a tip of the cap he was wearing I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time The message I got at two in the morning About your hermit life and the joy that you've been getting from it Put a smile on my face so big I couldn't rest so I walked around my sleeping town I put on some folk and felt wide awake in the early morning I don't think it's wise to live on my brother's time
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I listen to the colors run I hear dyes rather than diction Colors that drip right off this tune That song is pink, this song is blue In the notes, in the beats, in the piano seats In the woods, in the brass, in the strings In the notes, in the rides, in the blacks and the whites In a rainbow of sound we sing
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Foster Child 04:27
His hand in my palm, and her remains calm I could crush it if I so willed Have I turned my back on him? Am I even part of the equation? Does this concern me? And I saw the fear in her face it was clear as the paranoid lift in my brow But he needs a father and the real one won't bother to recognize that he needs help What is my influence? Is it more than his parents? Oh God, let it be please So many factors can make him a ruthless man I hope her learns to forgive and is wise And oh, the 6th child to be taken away from her To see life devoid of her destructive behavior And I can see the future if he stays up here As if the candle's already been snuffed Given the same life, I would snuff it out Given the same life, I could snuff it out Given the same life, I might snuff it out Given the same life, I won't snuff it out
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Sunday Best 04:04
I listened for the sunrise when you were blind I listened for a shortcut when you were behind I listened for an orchestra when you went deaf I listened for faith when you had none left I listened for the morning in her sunday best I listened for a treasure deep within her chest I listened to my piano at such a young age I listened to my lover sing words from that stage I listened for the scissors that cut up my arm I listened for depression with all of it's charm I listened for an outlet to help me coup I listened for death but heard only hope I listened for a smile when I heard you cry I listened for answers when you asked why I listened for a meal when you wanted to eat I listened for more when you felt incomplete
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Encouraging 01:33

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UPDATE (Jan. 7 2012): If you download this album you will automatically receive a digital PDF of the children's book "One Hungry Caribou" written and illustrated by Eric and Elizabeth. It includes English text as well as Naskapi, which is a small First Nations tribe in Northern Quebec where Elizabeth grew up.

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released September 9, 2011

All songs written and performed by Pocket Vinyl

Recorded, engineered, and produced by John M Buteyn

Art, both album and live, is done by Elizabeth Jancewicz

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The Basics about Pocket Vinyl:

-Eric Stevenson slams on the piano and sings while Elizabeth Jancewicz paints on stage

-The songs are mainly about death, sexuality, silence, uncertainty, and defiant hope.

-They've made many comics, records, and a film, and played over 1000 shows, and they have no plans to stop

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