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.
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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.
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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.
His heart so big it's thudding quaking, sick
crushed and marred his martyr brain,
far too maimed to name what's paining him.
High-praise ingratiating quips,
translating to evasive trends,
Invasive: I'm painted less
a partner, more a patient when
my condition was critical? YOUR disposition was critical
claim love's unconditional but measure it with yardsticks you use,
hammer in your views with gavels when you muse
“It didn't feel intimate with you it felt clinical.”
Concerned he's losing love, worried I'm doing drugs
Sue me! What? Who are you to judge?
take a sip, a soothing buzz,
take a hit to loosen up,
take a hint and loosen up!
push my buttons, button my lip, push him away then,
pillow talk: insecurity-blanket-statements
A fixer-upper, uppers as elixirs taken
my fixer lover fixated on aiding
lends stigmata hands waving pointer fingers gravely
condescending faces (blatant accusation)
Patronized again.
I've been an idle mess immobilized in bed
crying stressed wishing life would end
blind depressed, high in a drugged gloom
Hence why I don't send spry bright-eyed texts
to undue pining threads prying for what I've been up to.
I'm incensed, as far as I can sense, since I'm defective
he come's through, a prime directive's as my detective
FUCK YOU! I resent it, I'm defensive, I'm defecting.
There are few times more lonely and/or destitute
than when it's 2pm and I get incessant texts from you
depressed to new degrees, still in my sheets,
I'm thinking of nothing but death
while the light is being kept out by the curtains overhead.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to BE at all.
You want to be it all, be involved, see it solved
We're in different places:
your dreamer heart reached for stars free from harm,
I'm beneath the sheets in dark, eager not to breathe too hard,
chemical-balancing act, in a strait-jacket leotard
you want me on arms, 'cause you see P.R.
your movie kiss is C.P.R. we're on different pages:
I practice signatures for D.N.R.'s
I'm reclusive, “We should talk” he's clueless!
See, I take issue with you when you take my issues with you and
don't share happiness, embarrassed to compare it with my struggling
what happens is I'm anxious that I've dragged you into suffering
were exclusive, not excluding, excuse me as I flee, strained.
See, it ain't being replaced or erased
I need the graceful leeway of a clean slate
Wasn't keeping score but it replays
we harmonized and the score was a keepsake
a restrained melody sweetly played,
when I changed my tune, I noted he stayed
locked out by the key change.
Each day it's hard enough to wake up,
I don't want to worry whether I've measured or shaped up.
Hoping for a hand to hold no handler or a judge.
Wanted warmth, got a pity vigil candle burnt to adjust.
Decidedly it's aged us, my silence is an Aegis.
Watching over me and looking down are not the same love.
You always want to save me? I don't want to save us.
So focused on the broken so then maybe we should break up.
There are few times more lonely and/or destitute
than when it's 2pm and I get incessant texts from you
depressed to new degrees, still in my sheets,
I'm thinking of nothing but death
while the light is being kept out by the curtains overhead
credits
from Emotionauts,
released October 22, 2021
All lyrics written and performed by Bruce "AllOne" Pandolfo
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
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