Flexi Demo

by Bent Shapes

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1.
04:05
2.
02:27
3.
02:31
4.

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released 30 May 2012

Andy Sadoway - drums/percussion, vocals, guitar on Track 4, Supriya Gunda - bass, vocals, Ben Potrykus - guitars, vocals.

Tracks 1 and 2 written by Ben, Track 4 by Andy, Track 3 by Andy and Ben. Recorded by Erik Szyska at Juan's Muffins/The Savage Garden in Brighton, MA. Mixed by Erik and Andy. Mastered by Emeen Zarookian. Design/layout by Ben. Photo by David Goodrich. Released on Cake Time Records, 2012.

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Track Name: Big Machines
This dismal epistle
(grounds enough for my dismissal)
wherein I say,
“Things would be great if great things could stay that way”

Maybe I’m just depressed ‘cos
no one’s gonna let me starve to death,
or ‘cos I’m doing well,
so much so that I must frustrate myself.

I’m into making hungry scenes,
losing teeth through loose chattering,
and shivering in my dripping dreams,
the kind they make on big machines.

Yeah, I grew up here, but
learned English from the TV, too.
In those young, slow years
what else was I supposed to do?

It’s like all your fun-lovers
are only regional numbers:
divided parts to a sum
and vici, vidi where they’re coming from.
Track Name: Brat Poison
Negative hippie’s got his finger on the pulse of Boston!
He’s hot on false positivists and mop-headed co-eds,
jobbers with mandalas who are talking to
promoters, co-owners, and over-playing his hand.

There must be 50 ways to leave your band.
There must be 50 ways to leave your band!

Brat poison.
Q: Brat poison?
A: Brat poison!
Brat poison:

Go west, young dumbshit,
and put yrself into orbit
where verbose is verboten,
ferocious? Forgotten.

I wanna take a ride on yr retro shtick,
but it’s form-over-content
and moreover, nonsense:

We’re disappointing fill-ins!
Just a bunch of spoiled children!
We could emulate a sunshine state,
but New England’s dreamin’!

Brat poison.

Drum circle jerks
take opiates, appropriatin’ culture
and shit…
Track Name: Boys to Men
Your conditional surrender
is such a never-ender:
no one’s gonna suffer you gladly,
so what’s to keep you from behaving badly?

We don’t wanna grow old;
we are what we know.
We could try to find home,
but we don’t know where to go.

Now you’re at a loss with what to do
with the brand new posse you’ve accrued;
traded a few close friends for a pack of dudes
who couldn’t pay less attention (‘less you paid them to).

Their shows and parties are a feedback loop,
codify “good times” and break the best bad news.
Sad kids work up nerve to succeed or fail,
and try to get hammered so they can try to get nailed.

Mom and Dad’ll say
that it’s just a phase,
but it’s been like this
for days and days!

We say goodbye like
it’s a statement of purpose.
Used to cry over past lives.
Decided it’s not worth it.
Track Name: Leave It Till You Need It
why even bother?
just choose another:
you’re young and you’re fickle, and no one cares,
no one can remember.

Any emotion
leads to commotion,
so let’s just play it all by ear
(my ears won’t stop ringing).

Some people want to leave it undefined
and I guess I don’t mind
But really that’s a lie.
(leave it ‘til you need it.)

One day we’re ready
to take it steady;
like magic, fears vanish in thin air.
I guess that’s how these things happen?

Some people want to fall in love today
and I think that’s okay.
I think that’s just great.
(But leave it till you need it.)