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27 Saturdays | Usually, fans who want unreleased or rare material need to wait until an artist croaks. Eventually his or her next-of-kin exploit their legacy by releasing some shoddy boxset. Well, I said foo to all that and decided to take it upon myself to release a shoddy boxset of sorts while I'm still kicking. It's absolutely free too, so you can't whine about paying for some boombox demo or anything. The catch is that one track will be released each Saturday for 27 weeks. That way, you, the listeners, can gradually digest each. In this internet age of instant gratification, I have goals of holding digital carrots in front of everyone. Enjoy and all the best! - Steve Recorded 2004-2011 at various locations Produced by Steve Thompson All tracks mixed by Steve Thompson (except track 2 mixed by Dan Eaby) Engineers:
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| 1. | Terminal (Early Take) | ||
| 2. | Harsh Dose of Reality (Live in Pittsburgh, 07-08-2009) | ||
| 3. | Home (Alternate Version) | ||
| 4. | Double Portion, Spanish Rise (Demo) | ||
| 5. | The Warlords (Demo) | ||
| 6. | Travel | ||
| 7. | Old Franconia (Part 1) (Alternate Version) | ||
| 8. | As Crows Fly Over (Early Take) | ||
| 9. | The Blocks Are Bad (Demo) | ||
| 10. | Ishmael's Axe | ||
| 11. | Won't You Give Me Some Sugar (Take 2) | ||
| 12. | Traveling West Blues (Demo) | ||
| 13. | Light | ||
| 14. | The End of Insight (Early Take) | ||
| 15. | Numbers (Folk Version) | ||
| 16. | N.I.F. (New Version) | ||
| 17. | Fear of Flying (Demo) | ||
| 18. | Brando's Beat-Fu | ||
| 19. | I Know (Demo) | ||
| 20. | Home (Irides Remix) | ||
| 21. | Decay (Alternate Version) | ||
| 22. | Thoughts Assemble (Early Take) | ||
| 23. | You (Demo) | ||
| 24. | Darius (Rehearsal Take, 05-29-2008) | ||
| 25. | Cenotaph Centauri (Part 2) (Demo) | ||
| 26. | Passing Ships (Instrumental A) | ||
| 27. | Bubble King (Karaoke Version) | ||
| Harsh Dose of Reality (Live in Pittsburgh, 07-08-2009) I need someone to tell me something So I can know who I really am Seems like things more or less these days are the way things have always been Whether you're a Biko or a martyr-man are you doing everything that you can The reason that I bring up that line Is cos you still have the gift of time It's just a Harsh dose of reality It's not the waiting - It's the humanity It's just a harsh dose of reality I don't know why - on and on I just wish I could tell the measure Of how you define a man Seems like things more or less these days are decided by the one with the gun in his hand Unaffected by the rising tides You go back to sleep again |
| Home (Alternate Version) You've got your self-destructive ways as you stare at the snow in a haze because what's wrong in this whole world can't be solved by leaving it And you'd better not get it wrong the question of where it is you belong Because we all know the truth and the answer is inside of you Now I think we've heard all the lies and your attempts at a casual disguise But what about the rest of the world Do they know of your love for death You've got your self-destructive ways as you stare at the snow in a haze You've got only one shot at this so why am I the one reminding you I wish you could see through my eyes between the veil of all your lies We all want you back again but for now we just can't take it It's time to It's time to come home again So you better bring him home Now I suppose the truth is too hard and the locks on the gates are too far if you even could make it there would the key be able to save you All the lies and truths in the world are alive and begin to unfurl And Death's a nasty friend but one we'll all meet in the end It's time to It's time to come home again It's time to It's time to come home again You better bring him home |
| The Warlords (Demo) Hey there, Missileface, with your back against the wall Hey there, Triggerfinger, sitting on the floor I've seen just how you make your people look small I've seen your militaries crashing through their walls Your trigger finger will leave none to linger So kill them all Your indecision will be your religion So kill them all You know I've watched you casting shadows on the tall I wonder how you think you're never going to fall Tearing nations down, leaving nothing left at all Raping mother nature 'til you've rubbed her raw Your trigger finger will leave none to linger So kill them all Your indecision will be your religion So kill them all Warlords Your trigger finger will leave none to linger So kill them all Your indecision will be your religion So kill them all Hey there, Missileface, you never listened to a thing I said Now your time has come and you're all going to be dead |
| Old Franconia (Part 1) (Alternate Version) I remember making my way down Old Franconia Thinking the best of my biggest mistakes would be the one I had yet to make But you were gone - yeah, you were gone I can't recall the time or place when I realized what I couldn't replace But you were gone - yeah, you were gone Digging the past up - it wouldn't fix a thing but I did it regardless just for the memories |
| The Blocks Are Bad (Demo) (Ward/Reinhold/Thompson) Meow for the people Oh, the bum goes walking from his humdrum home Those blocks are bad Meow for the people Is this thing on? Is this thing on fire? Down to the local delicatessen Those blocks are bad Time for a turkey sandwich which will remain in his belly for several hours Those blocks are bad |
| Ishmael's Axe Our lives march on While theirs are gone When we saw them Our eyes felt it I can't ask why Life stumbled and they died Who knows when how This stops consuming us now Where were you when the axe fell Bringing up to earth a fiery hell When were you when time froze Why lord - only he knows Where were you when the axe fell 33 dead and gone and on and on It goes again and again Early morning, barely dawn Barely dew or sunshine on Then the fear game began Veiled in cowardice again Why it happens I don't know Every year in many homes Everyday and every night Why oh why do we even try When I think of every life Cut short by evil's knife Disillusioned diplomat With those teary eyes and warm regret Those days they'll never have Those laughs they'll never laugh How I wish that I could've known Cos I would've traded my life for their own Where were you when the axe fell Bringing up to earth a fiery hell When were you when time froze Why lord - only he knows Where were you when the axe fell 33 dead and gone and on and on It goes again and again We've got the fire of a hope in our eyes We've got our hands on a vision and peace is the prize |
| Light If you're trying to avoid the light - why? If you're trying to find the light - why? You can find me in the light when I'm gone Why would you try? |
| The End of Insight (Early Take) (Thompson/Martinazzi) Archaic is your god With that herd mentality Trample everything in sight Your ability to destroy is underwhelming me The end of insight is at hand Great sadness washes over me As I think of the wide and narrow The prospect of our black tomorrow Now all you've got are loss and fear A primal scream that no one hears I regret to inform you of the truth There is no truth for you to see It's the end of insight And it's coming again and again The choir shouts "amen" again God rest all wary gentlemen tonight And as the frost creeps its slender hands Your eyes seek to find a fresh romance Any idea you try to comprehend in the end Will lead you to a place you cannot document I've been to a hell you can only imagine My mind's a place I just can't run from So think before you breathe And eat these words alive |
| Numbers (Folk Version) People live their lives based off numbers Numbers they don't even know the real meaning of I've tossed the dice Tossed them to the wind I'm not sure though which numbers came from such a foolish thing You live your lives without any hesitation You seem to be unaware of any kind of complications People live their lives based off numbers Numbers they don't even know the real meaning of People live their lives based off numbers |
| Decay (Alternate Version) You keep crawling back to me To an end you cannot see You keep running down that dream But it takes you no where The illusion that we're not the same persists itself, we're all to blame but we're united by sweet decay creeping up, everyday Time plays tricks without spite Unknowingly, you just take what comes Totality in the stream of age We fight for thrones then lose them anyway You keep crawling back to me To an end you cannot see You keep running down that dream But it takes you no where |
| Thoughts Assemble (Early Take) (Thompson/Martinazzi) I've never been up that hill while the sun still shines I've never sought to try to when the moon is high I've never seen your eyes shine outside of my mind I've only felt the shade of the shadow you left behind No one feels me No one keeps me |