Such fine Particles of the Universe

by Bubblemath

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Dolbomir complex rhythms that actually work well together; interesting, fun, and at times thought provoking lyrics; well arranged pieces... also brings back (nice) memories of late 90s.

I swear, the Miscreant Citizen has been stuck in my head off and on for the past 15-18 years or so...
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1.
Nothing you make will ever break, your feet are planted Chase your golden chariot, you're the one who'll bury it All the world you're parroting, that's what you're inheriting Everything you decide to do is automatic Your points of view are nothing new, it's only static And when you speak your mind, lay your chips before you Look around and you will find all your friends ignore you What you think you know drags you down until you're Out past the ebb and flow, and it's unfamiliar Now that you're caught, you're in a know, you can't continue What have you got? Don't have a thought to spare within you Hide behind your vanity, compromise your sanity Swollen pride so passionate, fusing lies to fashion it Nobody plays, you waste your days so cavalierly Set in your ways, lost in the haze you love so dearly Oh, and it's all too much, it's a dangerous diet You, you have lost your touch, but you still deny it Running free Axons awash in a chemical sea It's such a simple skill, it's a cinch to master But you never will, you're just spinning faster You're off the track, you can't go back, you're slowly falling Into the black and bitter crack that keeps you crawling Watch your plots go tumbling, feel The Abstract crumbling All your plans are paralyzed, swallowed up and sterilized Thought you were smart, a work of art, your own Valhalla You fell apart, now you can start to do it all again
2.
05:37
All my senses stumble and sway as they tumble away I don't know where I'm going, what's worth knowing And all of my brain blows out through my nose when you're smiling And still I'm piling up the tears through the years, clogging up my I can see you looking at me, baby, why can't we ever be together? What's the big deal? And you know how I feel You're filling me with splinters, lonely winters Without you I nose dive, barely alive, still I'm flying You're satisfying every need, let me feed, I'll be gaining Wait forever, that's what I'll do, baby, why don't you want me, too? When you see the way that I seethe, as I struggle to breathe You're bound to pay attention, did I mention you give me a love rash? Each time I crash through your hurdle, I cramp and curdle Bitter blood, clammy crud, fuse my feet and Back together, that's what I want, even so you taunt, as you Haunt me with your poisoned parade, now your poised to invade My kingdom, and it's shrinking, now I'm thinking Of you as my homeland, at your command, you're a nation Of inspiration, dripping down as I drown, still I drink it Incoherence, nothing is wrong, knowing we belong keeps me strong Listen, Lame-o, to what I say, won't you wither away? Shut up and pay attention when I mention so casually We will never be together, untie me from your tether Let me go, make it so I don't ever Have to see or hear you again, or your why or when, now and Then you've got to learn how to deal, I don't care how you feel I once was filled with summers, now they're bummers Without you I'd swan dive, free and alive, I'd be flying So sayisfying, so well fed, but instead, I'm just losing Wait until you please pass me by, and I wonder Why won't you die?
3.
It's a bright, fine day, but we're buried here alive against the tide Of our magazines and TV screens' electron spray And I can't believe we ever came inside Leave us alone! Why should we bother to be sittin' pretty? Get out of the way! It's time, now everyone's hip to gettin' gritty Run from the house, roll into the garden We wouldn't want to have to try not to fall, and we don't like bruises And when the sweaty clothes around our ankles start to stiffen and harden We'll have another little party trying to keep our balance, and we're gonna see who loses Dancing with your pants down, down Clutching at each other, as you fall over Dancing with your pants down, down Broken backs and heart attacks, surrounded by clover Sun in our eyes! Cool breeze, the sweet smell of chlorophyll on leather It's all that we need! One hill, and hundreds of people stuck together Now that we're down, we better get busy You know we got a lot of ground to cover, and we gotta keep ourselves lubricated And every time we turn around, we find each other dripping and dizzy Just think of all the many minutes that we went and squandered all those days we waited
4.
She's dreamin' about a steak, it gets her teeth hot Within a minute or two, she's startin' to chew She's coughing up a clot Blood-soaked slices, ripe and raw Shredded pulp from jaw to jaw The aftertaste of fiber-paste is salty denouement Well, why don't we all dig in, and suck us up some innard? This here pig's been dead a long long time I been around awhile, been lunched and brunched and dinnered And nothing beats a sweaty slab of prime She's no vegetarian, she's nobody's fool She packs in pounds of greasy grounds You can smell it in her stool She's dreamin' about a steak, it gets her teeth hot, hot Within a minute or two, she's startin' to chew She's coughing up a clot Not dead yet, but gettin' close, so close Pretty soon she's comatose A victim of a poisoned protein overdose Well, why don't we all dig in, and suck us up some innard? This here pig's been dead a long, long, long, long, long, long time I been around awhile, been lunched and brunched and dinnered And nothing beats a, nothing beats a sweaty slab of prime She's no vegetarian, she's nobody's fool She packs in pounds of greasy grounds You can smell it in her stool
5.
04:37
Family favorite, eight years old "Girl, do what you're told!" Sara sadly repeats her dreams Dad wants company, it seems Once more, his whispered warning "You'll not tell a soul come morning!" She reaches, deeply, a strange night's sleep Swirling spirits creep Their dance surrounds her with frenzied cries "Girl, come forward and claim your prize!" Smeared with the strangest feeling And a vengeful passion congealing She awakens, charged with their song "Dad! I need you! Come here, please! I swear it won't take long!" As Dad comes in, Sara smiles and bites clean through his skin Now he screams, his booming voice is rising in his fall By the time he hits the floor, he's just another doll Cluttering the rug "Hey, Dad! Come on over here now, and give your girl a hug!" As Dad runs, frantically, towards the door Clutching, blindly, his curious sore Sara snatches him by the thigh And holds him up to her judging eye Casting a final ballot Now she grabs an iron mallet And holds it over his tiny legs Dad stares, horrified, as he begs But Sara smugly ignores his pleas And smashes down with a violent breeze With every bit that she hits she's willed To strike again till his end is filled
6.
03:06
When I'm at home, I watch TV Then I don't get so lonely for my mommy, my mommy Daddy gets home from work so late That's okay 'cause he pays for the cable, and that's so great My mother's mother's mother never had any other mothers Just a father and a mother there to bother one another Reading puts me to sleep so fast I'm glad reading has become a thing of the recent past Good thing I don't live in England I'd pay tax and get four stations to pick from That's so dumb My mother's mother's mother never had any other mother Just a father and a mother there to bother one another Now I'm a man, I don't live with Mom, I ain't got no TV to watch So I'm gonna buy a TV today, Sony, no payment until the end of the Yeah, got to check this deal out, no doubt, there's 32 inches of radiation I'm craving Box it up, I'm ready to buy, no lie, just look at it, Kai Won't it look nice in my living room? I'm watching TV today, the satellite way, no contrast buzz annoying me I got four-channel sound, surround, and look what I found, knee-replacement surgery on TLC What you learn when you turn on a TV, there's no place I'd rather be than here with my TV They say I watch too much TV, they're right, I haven't the might, or will to shut off my TV 'Cause I love my TV
7.
Peeking through the window of the girl across the street Some slumber-party action down the hall Balancing, bent over, naked, on their hands and feet Who can poo the farthest of them all? Some go the distance, some need assistance, racing resistance dusk to dawn Puffing and panting, still goes the chanting, raving and ranting, on and on and on (and on, and on, and on, and on) Down the block, a couple digs up something from their yard They act as if they've hit the mother-lode Kissing and caressing that for which they've worked so hard A bag of human fingers a'la mode Lost in a pleasure, knowing no measure, they spread their treasure out between them Happily heaving, flesh interweaving, smugly believing no one's seen them Grab your hat and help yourself to a neighbor, get wise Treat yourself to the secret scenes of spies You'll lock horns with a perfect world you never knew was there All you gotta do is hop from house to house to house, and stare Listen to the people as they romp about next door Lazy sounds of laughter and a drill Every day a masterpiece of madness to explore Every day another window sill
8.
All through your life, you think about it Fixing your eyes upon the skies, fighting surprise Then another tragedy slams on in Tears your insides out when you're least expecting Nothing can prepare you for
9.
Pacing in front of your meek congregation Licking your lips in lofty oration You sharpen your claws, enforcing the laws And the lies of eternal salvation To keep them in line while you do your deceiving You threaten the souls of the blind and believing The Lord will forgive, if, as long as they live They spend their days guilty and grieving Silver crosses, your drying palm Tokens of the trade For giving them their sins, you calm Souls upon which you've preyed You swing across and hypnotize To punctuate your spell With the cross you tease and dot their eyes And sentence them to hell Obsessed with controlling how others should be You spread the disease of the Heavenly Three Your book is your blade in this selfish crusade And you're pointing its pages at me You make up the rules and happily brandish the list Forbidding your people the pleasures by which they exist Confessing the sins of their bodies' natural behavior They punish themselves in the name of your saccharine savior
10.
What'll I do till my fingers dry? Till the messy little grabbers get their way? I would cancel all the answers in the wink of an eye Just to give my hands a decent place to play I don't wanna hear about your poor, private hell I don't need to see you scars or count your tumors I'm corrupt, and I'm feeling swell Why do you complain so often when your disease is nicer? Your disease is nicer Everybost trusts in me that I'll make them well Now I'm here to put an end to all those rumors When you meet my prize personnel You're as good as in your coffin, 'cause your disease is nicer Your disease is nicer than mine Standing all day in a sterile room Can leave a surgeon feeling kinda drained I'm bored with all your bleedin' and I'm sick of your doom You're only here to keep me entertained Year after year, my practice thrives And I still treat my patients all the same I play with their emotions and collect on their lives And someone else will always get the blame
11.
Jack is just an average teenage boy Whose father always told him, as he'd smack poor Jack to scold him That a body is a tool, and not a toy "Never touch yourself down here, no matter what you do!" Said Father, grabbing Jack, and almost shaking him in two But late one night when all of the house was quiet Jack got awful curious as to what made Dad so furious And decided he would go ahead and try it Every night behind the bathroom door Squatting on his haunches, he lunges forth and launches A thick genetic mess upon the floor Once again, the liquid legions fly A quivering cascade condemned to die And they wilt for a while on the porcelain tile Dead and drying as they're trying, in a wet white pile of foam To be home again, back in the sac, as they curdle and crack All because of a jerk called Jack Floating in the Xs and the Ys Spasm after spasm of perfect protoplasm As half a future genius slowly dies Once again, the liquid legions fly A quivering cascade condemned to die And they wilt for a while on the porcelain tile Dead and drying as they're trying, in a wet white pile of foam To be home again, back in the sac, as they curdle and crack All because of a jerk called Jack Breaking down the doors with flailing fists The Eagle Forum has landed, and jack is caught red-handed By a midnight mob of Catholic activists "You've spilled the seed of God!" the leader whines And she incites the night's stampeeding Till our boy lies bruised and bleeding While they gird his groin with planks and protest signs Then as quickly as they'd come, the gang was gone No more jacking Jack upon the john
12.
04:43
I'm clicking away, impulse-driven signals to stretch my neural frame Much better today than the given digits with which my body came Still, I'm feeling numb, flexing fiber with every movement that I make I'm searching for some sexy cyber someone to satisfy my ache Flesh is my essence, so ill-fated, in obsolescence and out-dated Natural selection has unblended all imperfection and transcended Raw, rubbery skin, micro-motors water my mouth and curl my toes There's no fat or thin, clothes, or odors dictating how my passion grows Technology guides gut reaction, cleavage and curve have lost their way Now nature decides this distraction by the bionics on display No more genetics to determine where my aesthetics can hold sermon Creeping secretion, each spark seeking, reaching completion, my limbs leaking Bursting to work it, each cell strangled, circuit by circuit, they hang tangled Crushed muscular load, spinal sever, withering while my programs run My binary code flows forever, zeroing in on everyone Still I'm feeling numb, flexing fiber with every movement that I make I'm searching for some sexy cyber someone to satisfy my ache

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Avant prog-pop jazzcore. Constantly changing odd meters; dynamic song structures and textures; vocal harmonies; unexpected melodies, chord changes, and harmonic voicings; quality lyrics; quirky humor.

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released December 4, 2001

Recorded by: Alex Oana
Mixed by: Alex Oana
Produced by: Bubblemath

Recorded at Seedy Underbelly, Minneapolis, MN
Additional tracks and vocals recorded at Two Fish Studios, Mankato, MN
Pro Tools engineering by Luke Harper
Mixed at Citycabin, Minneapolis, MN
Mastered by Greg Reierson at Rare Form Mastering, Minneapolis, MN
Layout and graphics processing by Santiago Fernandez-Gimenez

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Bubblemath Minneapolis, Minnesota

Condensing out from the icy mists of Minneapolis, Minnesota, the first official incarnation of Bubblemath took shape in 1995. But the winds of circumstance were hard on poor, innocent Bubblemath, and the band found itself shaped and re-shaped, again and again, until the current and definitive lineup achieved full realization in October of 1998. ... more

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