Designed by the Emotionauts producer, Conscious Robot, Mike Phillips himself, celebrate your own intrepid forays of introspection, insist on the mantra of EXCELSIOR and keep exploring with this Emotionauts album art tee! These are gilden tees in generic sizes and may shrink.
ships out within 7 days
edition of 50
Purchasable with gift card
$15USDor more
A manuscript-style physical collection of all the lyrics to the songs on my Emotionauts album, typewritten personally on my 1978 Brother Charger 11.
Each page of each booklet is different, autographed with its own quirks and flaws, unique line breaks, spacing and formatting.
A must for lovers of vintage handmade items, word nerds who get off on pouring over and deciphering lyrics, archivists and very generous folks who like supporting me.
I've made a VERY limited run because these are very time consuming to put together.
Upon ordering you'll get a download of the full album instantly!
Includes unlimited streaming of Emotionauts
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 14 days
edition of 20
Purchasable with gift card
$25USDor more
Cassette + Digital Album
Want a throwback collectible item of my best AllOne album to date?
Don’t know what to do with the CD but think that cassettes are cute? Want to buy music merch but kind of just want something quirky?
Genuinely listen to cassettes for all their fizzy, analog nostalgia in your Walkman (Walkperson?) as you immerse yourself in an intimate journey through new music?
Well the EMOTIONAUTS cassettes should reliably and dramatically transport you to wherever your vintage heart-sleeved self may want!
Each purchase will come with an automatic download but the cassette will also arrive with a download card that maybe you can give to a friend or something!
Includes unlimited streaming of Emotionauts
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Her brain so big it's suffocating sick,
crushed and marred her martyr heart,
far too smart, too hard to start when day begins
low-rating, degrading her radiance
negating wins once wage a wince
key detail, locked in cagey craziness
gray and draining, raining drips
bathing in self-medicating binge
take a sip sedating it,
take a hit, to aid a bit
maybe trip, escape the shit
daily shifts shift daily, vacant sieve
draw shades, withdraw to shadiness
dark rooms develop negatives
hanging whichever way you're framing it
Traitorous explosive persona traits trade her in
her brain begins to swell
she's hating hints of help
I lamely wish her well
she made a space to stray away
from her strained blast radius
pressure builds, ascending guilt descending greatly quick
marooned to more ruin in moored room isolationist
Nihilist, enlists annihilation, it's just too late I guess.
There are few times more lonely and/or destitute
than when it's two am and I'm never getting texts from you
and it's 2 degrees, I'm in new streets,
I'm thinking of something you said
while I'm overhearing lovers from a window overhead...
Am I the wrong actor or is this the wrong play?
I fumble often and drop the ball when playing the long game.
I am a two-cents impulse spender getting short changed.
Lately my core aches
correlating with unsure courses' sure changes!
The-short term-longing explains my long face.
I moonlight as a howling lone wolf mourning your phases.
Maybe I can navigate my torn brain if
I can guide my life through these tour dates.
I am the road block,
rerouted/outed in favor of a detour taken
as a short-cut-off at the dead-end of a long day.
Hurdle jumping-vault-safety net Fall guy on-call-waiting
who will Spring to action on-time in any and all off-days.
"Point taken" when the wound pours where the double edged sword's placed.
Ordeals get o'er complicated and ornate,
as I'm my mind's ordained worst-critic
judge of character-flaws drained
and guiltily morphing all states of mind to exhausting court cases.
Tied up hung jury for a gallows-humorist orator.
Rubbernecker swallows pride or ate
a humble-apple-of-my-eye-pie or aids
a drowning love of-my-lifeguard at the shore waving,
tides rise as my tied tired arms hug a
memory-sea-foam-form fading,
helpless yells get hopeless as the storm rages.
There are few times more lonely and/or destitute
than when it's two am and I'm never getting texts from you
and it's 2 degrees, treading new streets,
I'm thinking of something you said
while I'm overhearing lovers from a window overhead
credits
from Emotionauts,
released October 22, 2021
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Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
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