Since D.o.drent and I sold out of physical copies of our split EP ( thank you for the support by the way)... we got these great album art stickers (the size of an actual CD cover) through CD Baby, and on the back, there is a link and a code so you can download the album directly to your computer! If you were thinking of downloading the EP, you may as well buy this and get a beautiful sticker with it!
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"Self awareness is half the battle to avoiding malignancy.
Out of breath from a track record running dizzying circles on red flags.
Dispelling the fear instilled from self-loathing and jadedness.
Cynicism is often wrongly regarded as keen wisdom brought about by experience.
Trudging through disillusionment to find clarity in trusting the moment.
A reminder to keep the past where it belongs." -AllOne
lyrics
Quality Vs. Quarantine
I've heard the first one you bond with
you'll think of the fondest.
I know it to be true, although I know it can't be mutual
considering her hardships, my negligent nonsense in youth
I'm cloaked in guilt from conclusions I drew.
I lowly took her for granted, and I took off as proof
and so rebounded from that first love.
Girl number two was the worst one.
Her condition: head-sick, irksome, pernicious,
desperate, endured much, regret ridden, I'm left with
a bad taste on a burnt tongue, spurned trust, worth crushed
but worked up nerves just to repair that first pure love.
Worked but the baggage too great.
Tried, but heavy hearts can't take flight.
Third misses was a charmer!
Hardly the snake type, wounded via fang fights
I could relate, cried as I aimed to elevate her grave life.
Unable to make the change and spitefully conveyed right then:
Some misread "The hand that feeds" as "hand to eat"
and they bite.
Chorus:
I'm broken. Don't touch me you'll get hurt.
The only way to get love is to let some in.
(Horribly? Broken love is a heart disease.
Caught early on at least, moronically I've martyred me
marooned in quarantine)
I'm broken. Don't touch me I'll get worse.
The only way to get love is to let some in.
(Horribly Broken trust is my heart disease,
like Tony Stark I harbor shards in me
and I'm sardonically marooned in quarantine)
I know I'm no Casanova, but I'd like to cast a nova
to eclipse your captivating castle's sculpture.
Really I'm just asking you over to help me meet
this week's disaster quota.
"Intense" "advanced" or "cultured",
this mentally relaxed persona
is actually a fragile vulnerable bundle of nerves I control
with intent to use empathy to effectively represent life vividly.
So although I project this interesting affection and equanimity
Ironically my inner need to open and
let emotions in
to use my art to expose the gifts of life
and what we suppose it is
to connect and close the bridges,
has broken and discouraged me
from getting close to them!
Chorus:
I'm broken. Don't touch me you'll get hurt.
The only way to get love is to let some in.
(Horribly? Broken love is a heart disease.
Caught early on at least, moronically I've martyred me
marooned in quarantine)
I'm broken. Don't touch me I'll get worse.
The only way to get love is to let some in.
(Horribly Broken trust is my heart disease,
like Tony Stark I harbor shards in me
and I'm sardonically marooned in quarantine)
Once our passion's beguiled, it's only a matter of time 'til
happiness dies and you're trapped in a cycle,
glad to resign, waiting to ravage the title,
waving a flag that is white, though I find despite an easy "break up",
it's still hard to "crack a smile". After a while,
I found in my heart that I can't trust it easily.
But if I can't trust my heart where does that leave me?
Self esteem seems to be disproportionate
with my romantic "plot's" standards I make it a "point"
to "coordinate".
Often offer the universe, and all they ask for is "space".
I'm twenty-four to date, poor and can't afford to date.
Prone to disappointment or afraid to disappoint the lady.
The grass is always greener on the other side of the walls I make
( I guess that's why they call it "jaded"),
As I asphyxiate beneath this armor and mortar laid,
my thought is:
"Maybe suffocating supporting the smothering weight
of a bunker's haven, isn't worth the cost of safety?!"
Chorus:
I'm broken. Don't touch me you'll get hurt.
The only way to get love is to let some in.
(Horribly? Broken love is a heart disease.
Caught early on at least, moronically I've martyred me
marooned in quarantine)
I'm broken. Don't touch me I'll get worse.
The only way to get love is to let some in.
(Horribly Broken trust is my heart disease,
like Tony Stark I harbor shards in me
and I'm sardonically marooned in quarantine)
I wrote this one for all of you,
I found it on the lines of my stigmata palm wounds,
you might relate if you hold a past that feels like it haunts you
(as opposed to hands of the people you talk to.)
Feeling bad since you never give a chance.
"People never give a DAMN. Only ever giving DAMAGE
they feign to take and interest. but that's backwards!
It's an INTEREST in TAKING they're planning!"
Disenchanted with romance, pessimism driven thinking
"every joyride ends in an inevitable crash."
Or a cynic, miserable, skipping taking advantage of life,
sickened by men or women simply taking advantage in life.
Consider this: Inconsiderate malicious people who are on the offense
probably only got that way once somebody crushed them.
Hemingway suggests the only way to know if you can trust someone is to trust them.
The only way to get love is to let some in.
Quarantine can be martyrdom and can seemingly help
but be aware solitude and paranoia are diseases themselves!
The only way to get love is to let some in!
credits
from Creative Differences (A Split),
released July 29, 2014
Vocals/Lyrics: AllOne
Assisting Vocals: D.o.drent
Production: Tony Mahoney
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.
Deeply vivid/introspective lyrics populate this ambitious folk rock project. The arrangements span from mellow/minimal to rocking and grandiose. Consistently emotive, unique and sincere. Brilliance. AllOne
Progressive yet punk, aggro yet emotional. One of my favorite bands from Long Island and doing everything they can to live up to their name, raising money for causes and making badass music, AllOne
supported by 4 fans who also own “Quality Vs. Quarantine”
I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree
