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Smooth

by Kill Symbols

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1.
Information 05:22
Information, or A Confessional Waiting for friends to Un-cling from the balustrades Descending the stairs I say come join me, please Join us This is a joint effort Supplanted by me Because that’s my name Jacob, the supplanter Usurper of Esau But also deceiver I don’t want to uproot kingdoms Until I am alone as an island Because I don’t believe in kingdoms I suppose there’s THE Kingdom But I do wrestle with angels The protests clashed through The echo chamber into Halls of ice and grub All for the better And I thought that was a strike That mattered I felt radical then Now look what the world’s become Plant your webbed feet on Thatched roofs til the white-shirt comes Pushing modern times Wrote an essay On green anarchism Green as in environmental Green as in inexperienced, virgin Green as in envious On optimism It wasn’t picked up Not even the underground media Took an interest in my words To catch the moment Open everything and just Be at the center Scratch that I don’t want naturalism I deal in dreams Not in sentimentalism Where comedy dies And tragedy is sapped of its glory, Its weight, its impact, Its certitude, Which is something I value Perhaps my friends and family can tell this Or perhaps it’s the opposite Some days, it seems the latter is true Raucous howling wind Stirring up my decadent Dreamscapes through the night Train switches its tracks And rust rubs, dignified, Pulling the masses Tomorrow the men Will sit on resined wood and Drink a toast Red carpet pictures Morph with the pangs of shame and Guilt found only here So keep chipping away And just describe rays of light On the water Cross the bridge And move with them from sunrise To sundown One good stateside One good here
2.
Privacy 03:44
When there is nothing but us Love is always there Love is always there When there is something other than us The love evaporates
 Slips away for a day Love, love, love, love, love Is here, here And I, I, I, I, I Will hold you dear Stretch all my limits Do the damage only to Find yourself again Lose yourself again Find a new way later on Ad infinitum Love, love, love, love, love Is here, here And I, I, I, I, I Will hold you dear Love, love, love, love, love Is here, here And I, I, I, I, I Will hold you dear Stretch all my limits Do the damage only to Find yourself again Lose yourself again Find a new way later on Ad infinitum
3.
Smokescreens 03:35
Sunrise, sunset but Sun in the sky we often Forget; no longer We’re getting stronger Playwright shuffles down The banister, looking for A face and a voice Not planning to have a choice When will you admit to your crimes?
 When will you admit to your crimes? When will you admit to all the things you want to forget? Coffee-stained carpet And pictures half-remembered; Stilted only sons Never shamed and never shunned We need laughing stocks, Saviors of the working class When they come from wealth Just train ‘em up for stealth When will you admit to your crimes?
 When will you admit to your crimes? When will you admit to all the things you want to forget? When will you admit to your crimes?
 When will you admit to your crimes? When will you admit to all the things you want to forget? What if I say nothing at all? What if I say nothing at all? What if I admit to all the things I want to forget?
4.
Martini 06:10
I dance in Cannes with the girls Moods of the mystic, cheap wine, and the world Numbing to the core, damnable, deplorable My nurturing and Slavic blood Lead to rejection of all that we love No enjoyment for the waging holy war Let’s have a parade And hand the day back to a God that saves Get up, get in, get with me Slick as a rock Straight as a wet martini Words are your focus Sculpt, a craftsman, sickles cut Just grains for supper Don’t disappoint your mother Drunken monks Holiday brunch Keep the excess if you can control The rock ’n roll in your soul All with a parallax view Paralyzed on a parachute Floating but falling And calling your name Here only by virtue Of pity and shame Pleasure, pain Loss, gain Fame and shame They’re all the same Debauchery unstacked and packed And analyzed for profit cries, Smacks of desperation And death of all the nation

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Recorded Spring 2022

in Glasgow, Scotland
& Isle of Bute, Scotland

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released July 28, 2022

Written, produced, and mixed by Jake Triola
Artwork by Sydney Shadeck

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