"Year of the Newt" presented on a delicious slab of heavyweight 180 gram vinyl! New, subtly more dynamic, vinyl-optimized master by Justin Weis. Includes 24"x12" insert with liner notes and expanded artwork by Nathan Peltier.
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lyrics
Been trying so many on, can’t barely recognize myself
I’ve been freaking out the guests, they want the supervisor now
Been foaming at the mouth and I’ve been writhing on the ground
Shakin’ the floor
Go out and touch grass, I really really hope your reach
Don’t extend beyond your grasp, it’s hard to synchronize your speech
With the ticking of the dials on the radium clock
Off-gassing chemicals
Shakin’ the floor
I’m bound to break by design
Pushed real hard to beat my best time
But I came in dead last, I kept the flame hot
I read the damn book, did everything right
I hope you like that, hope it feels good
Knowing that you’re ultimately misunderstood
It was such a big deal at the time
But done so fast it might as fucking well have
Never happened
And just like a lava lover I dream tectonic plates
I don't want to beat the crowd, I will converge at my own pace
And if even I’m sleeping on I’ll eventually erupt
Shakin’ the floor
What’s your plan, what’s your motivation
And when the date’s through, do you expect to get some
Please understand it’s what you’re really asking
Shakin’ the floor
Open secret, where to begin
I’m in the kitchen, pulling out my hair
But in a minute and forty seconds
I’ll be at your place, I wanna see you there
I’m a nuisance, i’m goin through it
I’m outta pocket, I’m playing out of time
Pick a new dance or sit in silence
The party’s over, it might as well have
Never happened
Sounds like if a Ralph Steadman illustration was an album. A sprawling LOL-Fi epic of well-crafted food-themed fever dream-pop. A trip to Barstow. A trip into Cameron's mind. They are one in the same. Bobbing