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Released July 15, 2016
Written, performed, and recorded by Cantalouper
Drums recorded by Zach Biri
Mixed and mastered by Zach Biri with Levi Dolan
Lyrics:
1) Converse
If I compete I’ll be exposed
Entrapped inside a story problem
Only attempts it measures might fail
So enslave me to the blind side
Once in my triumph so composed
It’s all enigma, it’s their problem
When they choke too young
They’ll never make martyrs for the downside
The one and only sons who faltered at oblivion
Just can’t count their birthdays, can’t help but remind
The won and orange sons whose converse kingdom comes
In blown out birthday candles, smoke and wax enshrines
I am not important, service with a smile
Offered open handed, no reflexive bile
Celebrate their parties, seating chart degrees
Let me lay my trophies at the throne and be
The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion
Shamefaced by commandment, airtight pardon me’s
Anecdotes of insults, worn biographies
I am not important, just like those who’ve won
Highest of conversions, conquered champion
The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion, the champion, the champion
2) Toyfriend
Toyfriend, boyfriend
You and i near love that overflows
Time out, time in
Close the door and pray the gay away
Boyfriend
Toyfriend, boyfriend
Would everlasting arms entangle you?
Reach out, chime in
The father figure fondled in your hand
Boy man
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
Struggling upward proves the summit’s near you
Comprehend?
Boyfriend?
Toyfriend, boyfriend
The seminar attendance fees were waived
Pull out, hold in
Let’s keep it light, but pray the gay away
Boyfriend
For a few more years, anyway
3) Polygamy
Let’s all get married soon, let’s turn into brides and grooms
As fast as we can
Then there’s someone whom you can meet in your bedroom
Now that you’re licensed, it must be righteous
Now that you’re licensed, it must be righteous
As long as there’s remorse, sure, it’s tragic but divorce
Is necessary
Otherwise you’re stuck, caring for one you once thought
Would compliment you but you can’t love in your gut
You can’t love in your gut, you can’t love
In your gut
In your gut
And yes, there used to be some sin called polygamy
The faithful practiced
They didn’t understand matrimony’s perfect plan
Let’s be reminded, they were so blinded
They were so blinded, they were so blinded
4) Headphones On, Nothing Playing
Headphones on, nothing playing, oh my god
Major Tom controls
Simulcasting to two hemispheres above
Left and right below
Headphones off, commercials qualify, good grief
Wage the loudness wars
Find the stillness when he first stepped through the door
Press rewind, record
Tin cans in pairs we strung apart
Spooling weightless counterparts
Interstellar far, far, far
There, where his constellation starts
In the sharp end of our hearts
Fuel for the carbon stars, stars, stars
Dead, open circuits float apart
Halos orbits counterparts
Interlocking far, far, far
He drew a message on the charts
Counting down till sound departs
Where i love you sweet, sweetheart
Headphones on, nothing playing
5) Rounding Error
Send me from the cloud with the countless streaming down
Just missed your thumb, but who hasn’t struck the ground?
If we get drowned out, well we never were the loudest
Ghosts of bells alert to announce who played the fastest
In the lower case, we’re a rounding error dropped with everyone
Everyone
Everyone
Everyone
Send me to collect in the rivulets where we’re drained
Views that connect from the streets left glistening
If it gets glitched up, there’s no substance left to find
It’s graphed in dot to dots so we’ll volunteer to fight it
Without reds or blacks, we're a rounding error dropping into blue
If it gets messed up, there’s a light that never goes out
Where the peaks roll off and our timing’s in a dive
With all our might, here’s a rounding error dropped like every one
Every one
Every one
Every one
Every one
With the answers lost, what the hell, we’re all remainders, everyone
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