Visceral Candy Feat. Tim Stiles

by Tim Stiles

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[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
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[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...
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[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?
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Clown Shoes 03:00
[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
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[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
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[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!
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[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...
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[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...
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[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
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[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...

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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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Tim Stiles Seattle, Washington

Tim Stiles is an independent hip-hop artist residing in Seattle, WA--historically known as the lead vocalist/rapper of the satirical hip hop band, Passion Party. Tim is no one trick pony. He’s a clever, crafty wordsmith in his own right with an ability to adapt to just about any concept or genre. ... more

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