Deluxe double vinyl version of Tim Stiles' solo album, Cicada Exoskeletons. Pressed on 180gm, merlot and teal vinyl with full color gatefold jacket, shrink-wrapped. Featuring custom art by Ryan Breault and Richard Lim. Limited to 300 copies.
IMPORTANT: Do you want your copy signed? If you would like the cover signed by Tim Stiles, please use the send a message option at checkout in order to request a signature. Signed copies will have their shrink-wrap removed but will be placed inside a resealable poly bag. Unsigned copies come fully shrink-wrapped.
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Based on an actual nightmare involving anxiety about not only playing shows, but feeling as if you're trapped in your own bubble when writing about the world outside of it.
lyrics
From a deep sleep, grinding teeth REM
Eyes are opened by the sound of rotor blades closing in
What a way to awaken, I'm bothered at best
Realizing my bed's become a helicopter's nest
Uneasy breathing, dreams gone disrupted
Stuck in a machine, climbing peaks to nothingness
Where are we headed? North, south, east or west?
I can't even read the needle of the compass on my wrist
Plumes of smoke rushing in, crushing my chest
Oxygen growing thin, nervous system distressed
Make my way to the cockpit to notify the pilot
All I find's an empty seat. There's no one flying this!?
An abandoned backpack is sitting there instead
With a ripcord labeled, PULL ME WHEN YOU SEE 'IT'
The word 'IT' is written in RED. I don’t get it
All I see is foggy, blue skies, and mist ahead
Escape from the trouble, no dismay from rebuttal
When you stay in your bubble... It’s a one man show
Form the clay with your knuckle to create one to love you
To lay with and cuddle... It's a one man show
When solely facing the struggle there's no way to be befuddled
Just stay in your bubble... It’s a one man show
From the sea to the sand, the streets to the jungle
Wherever you land... It’s a one man show
A metal deathtrap’s no place for the fledged
As the hell of this copter begins its tailspin of dread
Panic sets in. I grasp the back of my neck
Sirens start to scream. I wish I was back in bed!
Off rips its manifold... I flip switches
In one last ditch attempt to understand its controls
I can't.... Glance out the window
What do I witness? A resemblance of land? Alrighty then...
On goes the backpack with no hand to hold
Blow a kiss to my gone mistress and out the door I go
Jumping ship into the abyss
Wondering where, when, and if 'Isle-land' below
Escape from the trouble, no dismay from rebuttal
When you stay in your bubble... It’s a one man show
Form the clay with your knuckle to create one to love you
To lay with and cuddle... It's a one man show
When solely facing the struggle there's no way to be befuddled
Just stay in your bubble... It’s a one man show
From the sea to the sand, the streets to the jungle
Wherever you land... It’s a one man show
Gracefully gliding through white noise of wild wind
Increasing divides between cries & childish grins
Cheek bones tighten. Pin needles strike lips
Stretched skin forms a smile as I descend
In and out of consciousness at break-neck speed
A feeling of flight so ominous soon takes its lead
At the break of a breaking dawn, pulling the rip cord out its seams
Leaves shapes of a shaky hominid, breaking waves on a beach
This nightmare set the stage, mic-tested my nerves
Only one ticket sold, sound check was the worst
But it made me take a second to check surroundings and learn
Seclusion only lasts for so long until the bubble bursts
Escape from the trouble, no dismay from rebuttal
When you stay in your bubble... It’s a one man show
Form the clay with your knuckle to create one to love you
To lay with and cuddle... It's a one man show
When solely facing the struggle there's no way to be befuddled
Just stay in your bubble... It’s a one man show
From the sea to the sand, the streets to the jungle
Wherever you land... It’s a one man show
credits
from Cicada Exoskeletons,
released September 3, 2021
Written by Tim Stiles
Prod. by Mack Formway
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Jay Battle @ The Battlefield
Tim Stiles is an independent hip-hop artist 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
