Visceral Candy Feat. Tim Stiles

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'Visceral Candy Feat. Tim Stiles': Transparent narratives of sleepless nights, hungry bellies, uncomfortable social situations, and bad habits while remaining thankful for others and trying to find one's place in this world encapsulate the creativity in this joint hip-hop album by Visceral Candy & Tim Stiles.

Available in both digital and limited edition vinyl, Visceral Candy's 'Feat. Tim Stiles' vacillates between neurotic self-consciousness and oblivious swagger. Seth Swift and Ian Hernandez (of Visceral Candy) move on from their last concept album about losing pets with a push/pull of morose poetry and frivolous bragging.

Featured collaborator Tim Stiles (of Passion Party) leads the sense of gravitas on this record, riffing on uncomfortable dinner parties, the pharmaceutical industry, men who dress as clowns, and stuffing your [expletive] face. Local recording artist and producer Jay Battle (QREEPZ, Dead Rich, Gran Rapids) takes a leap in producing live instrumentation.

Tim Stiles: "As far as for me as an artist, this album represents a break from my shell and an opportunity for me to express myself in ways that are more representative of me as a person compared to how I express my sense of humor with Passion Party. The opportunity to do so is all thanks to the talents of Seth, Jay, and Ian and their true appreciation and honest belief in what I write. Seth is the mastermind here and the catalyst of just about every song on the album, who came up with almost all of the beats and ideas--concepts that I was so inspired by--allowing me to write more within 8 months than I normally do in say, 3 years. Ian is the solidifying piece with his instrumentation, progression, and IMO the well-oiled machine of Visceral Candy itself. Jay? Well, Jay is the fucking wizard... I could go on and on.. In summary, with all of the partnership and nearly seamless way we've worked together, not against, is what has made this album a cohesive collaboration spanning genres and subject matter. It's most definitely a defining moment for me personally and I think a great leap for Visceral Candy as well."

Ian Hernandez: "The album title identifies Tim Stiles' role as the "guide" of this album, if you will. The concept, as I've always thought of it, isn't meant to imply some monumental egotism on his part. Rather, as a piece of the Visceral Candy catalog,The last record centered on (Seth's dogs) Saxon, Savannah and Sterling. This record centers on Tim's interaction and presence with Seth, Jay and myself. The next record will center on the development of our 3-piece live set, and so on. It's a bold and ballsy statement on both our parts, and listening to the masters I feel a swell of nervous arrogance that (I feel) encapsulates our creative process at the Battlefield."

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released November 22, 2016

Written by Seth Swift & Tim Stiles
Guitar, Bass, and Backing Vocals by Ian Hernandez
Produced by Jay Battle & Seth Swift
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Jay Battle @ The Battlefield
Seattle, WA
Art by Richard Lim

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Track Name: Stuff My Face Off
[Seth Swift]
I... Am hungry
That's what I am...
I... Am hungry

[Tim Stiles]
So starved...
Energy depleted, seeing stars
So far...
I’ve downed two pots of coffee and a pack of Marbs
No carbs...
Nothing to eat and I’m crashing hard
Like old cars...
Tank’s drained, batteries can't hold a charge

Feeling apathy
Without a cracker
As a mechanism
To feed the fumes of
A converter catalytic

An empty belly
Doesn’t match the physics
Of a man with a rat’s metabolism
Throat’s so charred...

Stomach so jarred
My mood’s becoming livid
With one look at my watch
I might go ballistic

If soon I don’t eat
I probably won’t sleep
I need at least something
To counteract impending cataclysm

Attacking the kitchen
Scouring the back of the fridge and
Pacing back and forth
With a lack of precision

Realizing rations
Resemble that of a prison
Alcatraz for sure
Slamming the fridge door so hard...

[Seth Swift]
I... Am hungry
I... Need to eat

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez]
I... Need to stuff my fucking face!
I... Need to stuff my fucking face!
I... Need to stuff my fucking face!
I... Need to stuff my fucking face!

[Seth Swift x Tim Stiles]
I missed my breakfast...
Not a single Pop-Tart
I had to skip my lunch...
Not even a Lunchable
I forgot about dinner...
Although it's heated up
I still made it to happy hour...
And got drunk

[Tim Stiles]
It seems...
Stores are all closed, no one’s taking delivery
Past three….
In the morning, what am I going to eat?
So weak...
Blood sugar low, facing defeat
Slowly...
Slip on a pair of sneaks and head up the street

On the hunt for at least
A Big Mac, Fillet O’ Fish and
The biggest size side of fries
With secret sauce to dip in

My sole target's
Golden arches
Glowing in the distance
Imma win this competition
No holds barred...

A face hole so dark
Is now lit, and uplifted
Filled to the brim
With any grits I can fit in

Tossing it back
At a ravenous rhythm
Tray covered in trash
Not a single shit given..

Feeling free from fasting as
This Happy Meal's my witness
Grubbing left and right
Like no one’s business

Realizing this act
Resembles that of a pigeon
Not a single scrap left
Not even a smidgeon

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez]
I... Stuff my fucking face!
I... Stuff my fucking face!
I... Stuff my fucking face!
I... Stuff my fucking face!

[Seth Swift]
I have eaten so much
This might affect future generations
I have eaten so much
This might affect... future generations

[Seth Swift x Tim Stiles]
Are you gonna eat that?
NO....
Sweet!

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez x Tim Stiles]
I... Stuffed my fucking face!
...A single Pop-Tart
I... Stuffed my fucking face!
...Even a Lunchable
I... Stuffed my fucking face!
...All heated up
I... Stuffed my fucking face!
...And got drunk
Track Name: Simpatico feat. Jay Battle
[Seth Swift]
They always say, “Seth, why don’t you just try a bit?”
“Just try a bit, just try a bit!”
“Now, Seth. Why don’t you just try a bit!?”
Shut up...

[Jay Battle]
If you take me out to dinner
I want burgers, no beginners
Want my meat pink in the center
If there’s mayonnaise I’ll be bitter

Cause vomit is a symptom
And I really wish they’d listen
But I will not be a victim
Of that mayonnaise in my system,
Gross!

With my luck I’ll get the most
Look like I just seen a ghost
Take a bite, I might just fight
The maitre d’ and end his life

Stab him with a butter knife
Send a message to his wife
All this could’ve been avoided
Now he’s got to pay the price

Really started as a kid, I hated it
Felt like jumpin’ off a cliff, who made this shit?
Tried to understand the Miracle Whip
Some of my friends would use it for dip

Not me, that’s nasty
Don’t even ask me if I want it on the side
Don’t even really want it on my mind
Let alone have it on food, am I right?

I got that quality pipe
Hella ho’s, follows, and likes
I plan on snatching the mic
If you don’t live up to the hype

People be thinking it’s nice
But that shit’s killing my vibe
Pitching and throwing them strikes
Hate Mayo more than Bud Light

[Seth Swift]
Maaaayoooo! Keep away from me
I don’t want to see it in my vicinity
Wait... You agree?

Well, I get irate even if all that I see
Is an advertisement on my computer screen
It’s rare in life to meet someone similar to me
Where it’s failed to meet one
That gets my proclivities

I have gone ballistic on my own family
Viscerally reacted, sometimes explosively
Once upon a time ago, I divorced a pretty girl
Who tried to feed me aioli,
And say it was the “same thing”

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez x Tim Stiles]
Practically Simpatico...
Practically Simpat.. (ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh)
Practically Simpatico...
(How does she not know the difference... between condiments?)

Practically Simpatico...
Practically Simpat.. (hey!)
Practically Simpatico...
(I know the difference!)

Practically Simpatico...
Practically Simpat.. (hey!)
Practically Simpatico...
(That bi*ch... seriously)
(Eeew... I got some on me..)

It means something, nobody got to tell you
It means something, nobody’ll tell you why
(x2)

[Tim Stiles]
What an uncomfortable meeting
With greetings of clammy handshakes
Angst hits the ceiling fan
Which it seems its blades can’t break

This buffet looks lovely
But the conversation is crummy so
My girlfriend stays in the lobby
She can never handle these planned dates

Playing Plants vs. Zombies
While I venture into this man cave
Engaging with the party peeps
Who can’t stand straight...

Up... goes the chatter
While I garnish this platter
Consisting of beer-battered meats
And the sweetest of plantains

The kid inside me, guides me
Back to Peter Pan days
Letting peanut butter smothered Ritz
Complete this campaign

In a room filled with belligerent
Mouthfuls, I’m not hearing it
I’m just running interference
In an omnivorous landscape

It’s practically illogical...
Over treats so hot...
Tactfully methodical...
Not enough to grease my thoughts

I've had about a stomach's full...
Empty talk leaves a knot
I’m unable to put stock
Into these over-washed,
Canned brains...

Find my spot at the table,
Flop my plate down like a pancake
But my butter knife won't make the cut
In discussions tough as a flank steak

The stories they’ve chosen
Are so frightfully broken
Why can’t a silence that’s golden
Become somewhat of mandate?

No matter what I spit, unique
Is returned with a blank gaze
The crunch of chips to teeth
Echo over every damn plate

Condiments with no common sense
Cover stutters like Band-Aids
Our only common ground's the mustard
In a feast that's free of Mayonnaise

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez x Tim Stiles x Jay Battle]
Practically Simpatico... (No Mayo)
Practically Simpat.. (No-no-no Mayo)
Practically Simpatico... (No Mayo)
Practically Simpat.. (ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh)

Hash tag, No Mayo, hash-hash-ha-hash-hash-hash
Hash tag... NO MAYO...
Track Name: Plastic Sleep
[Tim Stiles]
Temporary tattoo artist,
Groundhog’s Day nay-sayer
Non-returners of calls
Until about a day later

Off-kilter, off-set,
Caught in the fog freighter
Running off-course
With a cargo of prayers

Same alarm, different day,
Same fall down the stairs
Same position, arms spread
Same cause for the craters

Same condition
Without the existence
Of a blonde head
Anxiety-stricken thoughts
Supposedly left for dead

Woken up again
By the same complex
Better to get to calling
That provider of small meds

When the feelings aren't right
He’s the go-to best
At patching the hull
And beefing up defense

The goal to obtain
A straight and narrow keel vector
Needing a quick fix
Not some water wheeled lecture

Staying afloat
Placing trust in a mentor
Prescribing pseudo-feelings
Of real pleasure

The "Monoamine Oxidates"
Lift current states
Curbing bad moods
For good measure

Knowing when’s too much to take
From stomach aches,
Loss of weight,
And increases in blood pressure

"Selective Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitors”
Reinvigorate making great listeners

Not knowing how much to take
Is exactly how money’s made
By pharmaceutical company investors

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez x Tim Stiles]
It goes, one, two,
Thirty milligrams of Celexa…

Four, five,
Sixty more of Effexor…

Counting plastic sheep...
’Til nighty-night from Trazadone

How could we get a full night’s sleep,
Without having those?

[Tim Stiles]
Melatonin gives the worst
Nightmares
Claustrophobic, loss of focus
Blind stares

Naturopathic paths
Have negative sides too
At the break of dawn
Comes the night terrors

Sleep is never really sleep
REM-wise
Despite Ambien and Remeron
Taken every time

Waking’s a chore
For a slow, sedated mind
Facing the floor
With capillary blazing eyes

The scariest experience
Wide awake 'n' furious
Sweat drenched, un-slept
Brain caked with delirium

Upset from unrest
Unless attempts are made
To book an hour with
A so-called, "therapist"

This inner-changed proves,
A new and improved catalog
Once behooved
To drop two blue Adderall

Side effects clash like
New shoes
Competitive moods glued
To a friendly game of racquetball

Wow, this is all
So great and gravy
For the immediate moment
Despair is unfurled

More elated than lazy lately
Going straight from
Feeling something awful
To top of the world

Forget about insides degrading
Laser beam speed's
What we demand
And it’s damn quicker

Patching neurotransmitters,
Than reinstating solid states,
Regulating transistors...

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez x Tim Stiles]
It goes, one, two,
Thirty milligrams of Celexa…

Four, five, Sixty more of Effexor…
Counting plastic sheep...

’Til nighty-night from Trazadone
How could we get a full night’s sleep,
Without having those?
Track Name: Clown Shoes
[Tim Stiles]
He used blue paint
To extend eyebrows,
Tracing lines of happiness
White paint from cheeks to chin
Laid a basic canvas

Red paint amplified his lower lip
To the edge of dimples
Making frowns a chore
And smiling a new anthem

With this perfect landing strip
To land a kiss
He thought, "Who could deny a funny guy
Put together so animate?"

A lack of magic tricks
Brought a lure instead:
A yellow hat atop his head
With a red wig affixed

Inner questions
Became easier to answer with
A mirror and a makeup kit
Under the flame of a candlewick

A vandalized face
Faking candidness
Resulted in daily donations
Taken hand over fist

Running a scheme as
An evangelist
Made it plain to see
He’d recovered a trampled bliss

A beacon of red foam,
Graced his thick nose,
Removing that heart under his sleeve,
And replacing it with a trick rose

Ballooned pants
With purple, striped cross-stitches,
And Yellow lines down the center,
Tossed away old britches

Changing kicks for a bigger,
Redder size, depicted
A man no longer a victim
Of liquid inhibition

The kids loved it so much
As he juggled just to fit in
His presence even trumped
Ice cream truck monthly visits

The previous image
He adored was evicted
By a cotton candy pink slip...
What a tasty trinket...

[Seth Swift]
He did it for the kids...
At least those that could laugh at him...

[Tim Stiles]
The way the carousel spun
With its organ, squealing grind
Resembled the cup he placed
In his circled space defined

Slow-pacing rotations,
Ups and downs caught the eyes
Of local patrons...
Going places, no denying

An abnormal person
Never walks as the crow flies
Trace the chalk outlined
By discarded bow ties

Helpless is a feeling
That reverts to closed blinds
But selfish is not the way
To raise a flag shown white

A race against time
Results in missteps
Caught by clotheslines
Of mistakes draped with skeletons

This escape may be
More creative than relevant,
Call him crazy but don’t
Fault him for facing the hell of it

He’s doing the safety dance
Under a tent graced with elephants
A family man among
A freakish fellowship

Fearlessly facing the elements
As a son of women with bearded faces
Who embrace elegance

Helping nerds' stake
On the shapes of bell curves
Fall to the wayside
And guide ‘em a path to excellence

Self-assured
Is a day that shall return
And that wake up call
Won’t be pushed to voicemail messages

Although a victim of bad luck,
He found proof
That giving up isn’t option,
And giving back expounds couth

Animal shaped balloons
Astound youths
Helping them look up to themselves
While staring down at his Clown Shoes
Track Name: Coffee & Cigarettes
[Tim Stiles]
My two best friends
Are like toffee and cinnamon...

Sweet on their own
Yet together, expensive...

One gets me off my feet
The other's so offensive...

My two best friends
Are like toffee and cinnamon
Creating the sweetest lie that I’m living in

My two best friends
Have me coughing continuous
As I sip in... breathe out...

(Coffee and Cigarettes)

I sing this softly,
Cause it’s hard to speak consonants
This smoke-filled breeze is costly

Getting across my two cents
Is often off-beat
Once the monster speaks
I’m at least 30 packs deep

Doing the math
Clearly adds up steep
And once matched with caffeine
I can’t just sleep

Increasing serotonin
Band-aiding every jones
Instead of being bold
I figure that’s just me

A case of reaping what
Hasn’t been sowed
Approaching a steep cliff
Affixed to a weak stronghold

Even when your feet are fixed
Once fixated
That nicotine itch
Breaks a stitch
Mixed with hatred

Hence this displacement
Hence complacent
Attitudes grabbing you
In slow-motion like the Matrix

Dodging bullets carrying cancer
Hoping they're not lodged in your gullet
Ending your life and last words

I tend to overstep boundaries
Smashing lovely
With every piece of my soul

Keep seeking that Old Gold
While rolling my own
Knowing the end of each smoke
Will only lead into the trash heap

I won’t pass up
'Til I pass out
I’m a lifer without a filter
'Til the last butt is tapped out

I’m both on the fence
And off the wagon again
Watching ashes fall from
This puff magic dragon, my pen

Coffee and Cigarettes,
Coffee and Cigarettes,
[cough, cough]

My two best friends!
Coffee and Cigarettes,
Coffee and Cigarettes
Sip in, breathe out!
x2

They’re my “besties," my gems
My deepest-seeded weaknesses
Stress-reliever, freak-bitches
On which I depend

Keeping ‘em secret,
Washing ‘em down
Until the mug is empty
Except for stains and coffee grounds

Hiding the smell
Like nobody but I can tell
I’ve been cheating my immune system
While lying to myself

Chalking it up as a habit
Denying this is an affliction
Willpower soft as a rabbit
Yet hard-headed and addicted

No kidding..
Warning signs flash by
We won’t listen
We’ll let the cash fly

Snowball into the growth of a cyst and
Treat it like we’re just "victims of the system"
Puffing legalized crack pipes

Flic-a-Bic spokesmen
Choking on Nicorette
Overindulging in the effects
Of Chantix and Wellbutrin

This manic depressive,
Candid confession
Should stand as a message
To anyone this stupid

Call us Mad Men, suit and tied
Taking advice for granted
Ignoring those landmines
With objection

Any excuse’ll outweigh tries
To tell us it smells putrid
Leaving cries muted
Like pantomimes

I put my cash up
'Til I’m cached out
A griper without a filter
'Til I’m so amped
That I pass out

I’m both on the fence
And off the wagon again
Watching ashes fall
From this utter tragic expense

[Seth Swift]
I smoked my first cigarette
When I was around about five... or six
My reaction to my first buzz
Was so indicative
Of a pattern of captivity I'd have to deal with

I didn't figure out until about
Around a decade and a half later
That the restorative, combo effect
Of a cup of coffee and a cigarette
Is my number one, top favorite flavor

[Tim Stiles x Seth Swift]
Coffee and Cigarettes,
Coffee and Cigarettes
[cough, cough]

My two best friends!
Coffee and Cigarettes,
Coffee and Cigarettes
Sip in, breathe out!
x2

The sweetest lie I'm living in...
Coffee and Cigarettes
Track Name: You're The Best
[Seth Swift & Ian Hernandez]
Try to be best
‘Cause you’re only a man
And a man’s gotta learn to take it (wait, what?)
Try to believe
Though the going gets rough
That you gotta hang tough to make it

History repeats itself
Try and you’ll succeed
Never doubt that you’re the one
And you can have your dreams!

You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

Fight ‘til the end
Cause your life will depend
On the strength that you have inside you
Ah you gotta be proud
Starin’ out in the cloud
When the odds in the game defy you

Try your best to win them all
And one day time will tell
When you’re the one that’s standing there
You’ll reach the final bell!

You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ho-how-ho-own

[Tim Stiles]
You’re The Best, The Brightest
Far left of the rightest
Fearless and fright-less
Never slept in the slightest

Guard alert, hard at work
In the land of the giants
Towering over the ficus trees
Dredging detritus

When you spread your wings
Even cranes seem flightless
You could be blind in both eyes
And never short-sighted

Anyone who steps
Gets legs swept in the crisis
They oughta hire a stylist
And call you, 'Your Highness'

[Seth Swift & Ian Hernandez]
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own

Fight ‘til you drop
Never stop, can’t give up
Til you reach the top
You’re the best in town
Listen to that sound
A little bit of all you got
Can never bring you down

You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best! Around!
Track Name: Until It Makes Nonsense
[Tim Stiles]
There’s no rhyme or reason
Why I find my hands stretching the skin
From my cheeks down to my jawbone
Till it's see through

Shaking excessively while
I coddle glands with palms
Until my eyelids bleed too

Allowing negativity to cram
Into my head with no handle it
Makes any positives seem duped

With pessimism and all
I end up hitting a wall
And let the executioners
Dress me with a clean noose

It's not a suicidal cry
More like a hanged man's
Right to die amplified when
I feel blue

An awful stance arrives
Once the font, Comic Sans is applied
Onto signs I’m not trying
To read into

Put a message in parenthesis
And it’ll undermine an expression
Intended to sneak through

Encapsulate it in quotes
And there it goes
Exacerbating the lows
Of a deceased view

Surrounding asterisks
Makes stars breed
Black-hole passages
Gravitating a lead to

Swallowing sedatives,
Subduing mood deficits
Give a man too much to chew on
And there he goes
Banging his head again..

Like boom, clack... Boom, boom, clack
BOOM, CLACK

There he goes banging his head again...
Boom, clack... Boom, boom, clack
BOOM

There he goes banging his head again...

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez]
It must be terrible...
It always comes back to you
Ten fold...
It must be terrible...
Only advice is to say...
Oh-oh...

Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh...
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh...
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh...

There he goes, banging his head again..

[Tim Stiles]
It wasn’t a part of the plan
To impart a displeasing
Changing of guard this season
I didn’t mean to

Extend to the farthest of reaches
Stretching the mark of the beast
And depart on a freezing,
Hot air balloon

Locomotion squealing drowns
Just how hopeless feelings sound
As light speed weakens
To reveal truth

That visions of romance
Only exist in a slow dance
It’s a kick in the pants
With a steel boot

Reading between the lines
With a bitten lip redefines
What it means to meet demise
Long overdue

In a language I can't speak
Written in Sans Serif
I try, but can’t scream
Within this black vacuum

Between a hard place and a rock
There aren’t ways to talk
Just asteroids to dodge
On a dash to the bathroom

With a mirror in the front
My tongue pushes swollen gums
Where food doesn't belong
Between a sheared tooth

Hung up on the tone
And teething from
The drone of beating drums
Seeing a seizure come
In this telephone booth

With a clack, clack, boom
It's a catch 22...
Give a man too much to chew
And there he'll go
Banging his head again

Like boom, clack... Boom, boom, clack
BOOM, CLACK

There he goes banging his head again...
Boom, clack... Boom, boom, clack
BOOM

There he goes banging his head again...

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez]
It must be terrible...
It always comes back to you
Ten fold...
It must be terrible...
Only advice is to say...
Oh-oh...

Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh...
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh...
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh...

[Seth Swift]
It'll come back sooner or late...
To get rid of it again, just say...
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh...
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh...
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh...
Track Name: Cigarettes & Coffee
[Seth Swift]
I suck you in, I blow you out...
I suck you in, I suck you in...
I suck you in, I blow you out...
I suck you in, I suck you in...

And in the morning
I will drink some coffee...
To help me get back
To where I started last night...

In the morning
I will drink some coffee...
To help me get back to
Where I started from...

[Seth Swift x Tim Stiles]
I suck you in, I blow you out...
I suck you in, I suck you in...
I suck you in, I blow you out...

I suck you in...
Even when signs read,
‘Not allowed’...

[Tim Stiles]
Set the timer...
Let the grounds soak
And steep inside her

Wait for chemicals
To greet incisors
They need time
To percolate...

Rubbing eyes first
Before sipping lies
Conducting a ritual by
Paper-lickin’ dry
Filters...

One pony trick in mind,
In a race to stay
Wide awake...

[Seth Swift x Tim Stiles]
I suck you in, I blow you out...
When I light you up,
You turn me down

I suck you in, I suck you in...
I suck you in, I blow you out...
Dawn to dusking
It’s awfully disgusting

[Seth Swift]
I suck you in, I suck you in...

And if it happens that
My coffee and cigarettes won’t do
I will call in sick to work...

I will drink about
A gallon and a half of water
Until I can get myself back to you...

[Tim Stiles]
Gut wrenching sighs hurt
This wretched vice
Quenches denied thirst
Evicted from a wicked stine

Shaking...
A tobacco stick at time
Coffin-grazing is my escape...

[Seth Swift x Tim Stiles]
I suck you in, I blow you out...
Combining leaves
To the tune of grinding beans

I suck you in, I suck you in...

I suck you in, I blow you out...
Regular or menthol
It’s awfully resentful...

I suck you in...I suck you in,
I suck... you in...
Track Name: Scratching My Head
[Tim Stiles]
The lice they bite and cheat
I don’t know why they lie to me
Don’t know why they lie with me
I'm just trying to sleep in

Not even the size of peas
I even tried some bleach
But this bleed's constantly
Leading me closer to the deep end

Their incessant sidling
And follicle, finding feasts
Makes Fridays kind of bleak
I’m not looking forward to the weekend

The cries outlined in speech
Fall on deaf ears, so silently
That I don’t know how I'll feel tomorrow
I suppose I’ll just pretend

That the day
I had the chance to meet them
I made the same glance
Made to cretans

In a straight line
Filed into sequence
Their colonizing decides
My pretense

It was all cherry wine
When I needed them
Sour at first
But a tad sweetened

Now I wear a hat
Like a feral mask
Too scared to scratch
For a reason, I don’t get it

[Seth Swift]
I don’t get it
I... I... don’t get it

[Seth Swift]
I don’t really know why they smile
Everyone is smiling at me
But man, I guess I’ll take it
I have had a terrible week

It wasn’t just dudes on Capitol Hill
It was even pretty ladies
Wasn’t even just panhandlers on the street
It was even people who seemed angry

Sniff, Sniff.. Why does my nose itch?
Ah, crap...

How could I have guessed what I would find
There on the tip of my nose
How could I have guessed the whole time
The goodwill I built was hanging from my nose

Why do I... even try?
It never does any good
'Cause out on the streets... I’m just a douche
I’m still a do-o-o-o-uche

Everyone they smile at me
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Looking all askance at me
I don’t know, I don’t know why

[Seth Swift x Ian C. Hernandez x Tim Stiles]
I don’t get it
I... I... don’t get it

[Tim Stiles]
The lies divide my sleep
Uninvited, idle creeps
Compromising vital needs
I’m just trying to sleep in

I fold just like the pleats
In sweat-soaked, piles of sheets
Toss ‘n’ turn to find some peace
Scratching closely at the deep end

Inviting such violent dreams
My bed board whines and creaks
Friday night’s a frightful treat
I’m not looking forward to the weekend

“Why?”s out cried and screeched
Go unanswered and I don’t seek
Solution nor sympathy
Just relief from this grievance

On the night
I had the chance to meet them
I pulled sheets back
Down to knees and

In a straight line
Filed into sequence
Their colonizing ignited
My weakness

It’s all good and fine,
I never needed them
Acquaintances
Never meant to be friends

I’ll burn a match
And turn this hat
Into an urn and laugh
For a reason, I don’t get it...

[Seth Swift x Ian C. Hernandez x Tim Stiles]
I don’t get it
I... I... don’t get it
Track Name: Miyagi's Trident aka. Seth's Revenge
[Seth Swift]
Try to be best
‘Cause you’re only a man
And a man’s gotta learn to take it...

Try to believe
Though the going gets rough
That you gotta hang tough to make it...

History repeats itself
Try and you’ll succeed
Never doubt that you’re the one
And you can have your dreams...

History repeats itself
Try and you’ll succeed
Never doubt that you’re the one
And you can have your dreams...

You’re The Best... Around...
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best... Around...
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

[Tim Stiles]
I dunno, man maybe my opinion is biased
But when the rain pours
Somehow you remain the driest

Staying indoors?
Sure one way to go by it
But that’s not what *you* do
You’re the trident...

That three pronged fork
The wisest, most vibrant
Keeping the tides
Of the sea on course

Often silent...
That’s just your way
Of taking the higher ground
Against a sea-sawed horse

You epitomize
Every creature who wanted to breath,
But didn’t try
Every fish who saw the bait,
But didn’t bite

We wouldn’t exist
If it weren’t for your
Consistent guide
So I applaud you for being a resource

When I resort to depression
You’re right there to retort,
A shoulder to cry on,
Advisor to lean toward

No matter the nests
Of Lochness I’ve found
You’re the modest, Best Around

[Seth Swift]
Fight ‘til the end
Cause your life will depend
On the strength that you have inside you

Ah you gotta be proud
Starin’ out in the cloud
When the odds in the game defy you...

Try your best to win them all
And one day time will tell
When you’re the one that’s standing there
You’ll reach the final bell...

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez]
You're the best...
Wax on...
Around...
Wax off...

Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best... Around...
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
Wax on, wax off...

[Tim Stiles]
I dunno, man, maybe you exist
To keep eyes on the prize
And help others rise from the sea-floor

You seemingly see more in one day
Than those who witness lifetimes
Behind a screen door

Protection from the gnats and flies
Is a benefit when enacted right
But therein lies a recourse

That Poseidon-all seeing eye
Who leads all forth
From the ocean’s depth to the seashore

You exemplify every t-shirt
With a bolded phrasing, fitted right
Every motivating poster saying,
"Live your life"

We wouldn't survive
Without your lasting light
So I applaud you for being a mentor

When we drown in depression
You’re right there to resound
One to rely on,
A reason to feel proud

No matter the hell
That conscience compounds,
You’re the honest, Best Around

[Seth Swift x Tim Stiles x Ian Hernandez]
Fight ‘til you drop
Never stop, can’t give up
Til you reach the top

You’re the best in town
FIGHT!
You're the best in town
FIGHT!

Listen to that sound
A little bit of all you got
Can never bring you down

You’re the best in town
FIGHT!
You're the best in town
FIGHT!

You’re The Best... Wax on
Around.. Wax off
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down

You’re the Best... Around
Nothing's ever gonna keep you down...