Limited edition run of 100 (Unless you guys rapidly convince me otherwise! You read that right....CASSETTE!!! Pressed through NYC's own Cryptic Carousel.
The tapes will come with download cards and you'll still get to download the album to all of your favorite devices, but this album just felt musically and aesthetically like it belonged on something odd and nostalgic and a little old school. Plus, let's be honest you don't primarily really use your CD's beyond a download anyway and I needed something quirky and physically enticing! This is my first cassette release and it will be a limited run so pick them up now, only 100 available!!
Includes unlimited streaming of I've Been Thinking...
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
There is a huge difference between "childish" and "child-like". Wondering if "being responsible" has anything to do with being responsible with your well-being. Finding that "growing up" contains a certain stunting of growth. Enjoy the fresh affinity for life of youth with the expansive excited learning of adulthood. The necessary chronological experience of aging has little to do with the worn psychological feeling of being aged. Loving life like its a gift you just got.
lyrics
I think one of my favorite of all phrases,
Is: “ladies and gentleman, children of all ages”
It's a reminder that number's just what an age is
and spirit isn't limited within bodies that contain it
back in the day, we were manic about skating
crazed antics, frantic to discover what wonders engaged us
we've since turned our back on those days,
panicked, practically so ashamed,
sadly “satisfied” by static lives
casting aside supposedly “old phases”
we saw it all clearly, loved the image which was painted
the “green horns” are the untainted who aren't jaded?!
From friendly fresh meat to teens that act up
to stressed sheep since wrestling with rent week distracts us
going to “meet our ends” to “make ends meet” that's a fact 'cause
necessity incessantly asks us to “clean our acts up”
and “act our age” as if a set path is paved?
so we put our masks on, trapped/betrayed act on stage
afraid, we trade our passion plays for vapid trades
and rapidly cascade this latter-day masquerade.
WE CAN'T ESCAPE!
Giving up on what revives us
that is saved for Saturdays!
“too old for that” unless it's work assignments
mortgages and tax to pay defines us
exhausted to be nine to fivers
benign survivors, beehive providers.
Realize there's a such thing as a “mid-life crisis syndrome”
since it stings and strikes us
we've signed up to an un-fulfilling system.
all most of us aim to do is regain our youth
the key aspect of that is to retain what's you!
Examine the grander canvas.
Repaint the hues:
let's say life's a mural you only have ONE palette
don't you feel it's moral to choose the colors dabbed around it?!
I know I'm an idealist, I've lived a life of privilege
but I'm realistic. I realize the need to provide for children
selflessly sacrifice to have a slice of that apple pie
American given standard of living!
Let's analyze that a minute. Let's examine THAT...
WHAT living standards do we ACTUALLY have?!
What values do we lose to lure luxuries or fads in ads?
A massive pride, a classic ride, a pair of Nikes a Mac device.
Cast aside our plans devised and past to find an advertised
Paradise, that “provides” a mask designed to a mass disguise
valued by a plastic hype that just might run counter
to our golden gilded goals.
As we “adapt” to times that tantalized
to fill our condos with consoles
to calm and console our conned souls.
Parents: we've gratitude for the path that battered you
to pass us chances to advance but saddened for your passions too!
Backed into a corner broke your backs in two
contorted to afford and grant us that which you
hadn't had but truthfully:
the attuned aptitudes abandoned to do that
were intuitive attributes of who you ARE.
Now we a humbled husk of who you WERE
and ask if that's what you really had to do?!
The tragic truth is, we rarely want to shadow you and
live the sacrificially scary example you set.
In the shadow cast gloomily then, follow after your footprints
planted of canceled roots upset, trampled by stress and regret
we mean no disrespect
you played the cards you're dealt, and really Dad I'm blessed,
you drew your hand, you took a gamble sat and bet,
despite that you knew life had clearly stacked the deck
and the house is always ahead, so the head
of the household's always in debt.
all most of us aim to do is regain our youth
the key aspect of that is to retain what's you!
Examine the grander canvas.
Repaint the hues:
let's say life's a mural you only have ONE palette
don't you feel it's moral to choose the colors dabbed around it?!
I've heard it said “youth is wasted on the young”
so you're saying we're given useless tools once we've begun?
We only know to utilize our youthful lives once an adult is what we've become?
As though the trouble with youth is, we're imbued with blueprints,
but fumble befuddled unable to constructively use them?!
If “wisdom comes with old age”
and “ignorance is bliss”
then YOUTHTOPIA could be defined
by naivety when we were kids.
Is knowledge an accomplished advantage?
“the more you think, the less you know” goes the adage
we've become backseat drivers that think in abstracts
experience breeds wisdom, life is an act to be practiced!
something's absent, living isn't achieved through armchair abstractions.
Or sterile experiments in labs had or diagrams to be glanced at.
“time flies, you'll see, wait til you're older”
like physics insists that life in the cradle was slower?!
Time doesn't accelerate you've just nothing to celebrate
since you've succumbed lamely,
to the mundane and unmemorable
when you're reminiscing,
your notes are non-existent or simply just forgettable
it's not filling boxes on calendars and collectables
it's fulfilling thoughts before you fill a box at the end of YOU!
That clock's detestable gears grind, it really grinds my gears.
It's not the years in your life but the life in your years!
Stop peering at time...spend time with your peers!
We're a culmination of everything we've loathed and loved
is there really any such thing as “growing up”?!
We're all of our ages, sewn of what we've known and done.
So caught up and brought up on labels like old and young.
What if the fountain of youth
was a foundation found within you?
Or a cheat code placebo effect
effectively born out of a mood?!
all most of us aim to do is regain our youth
the key aspect of that is to retain what's you!
Examine the grander canvas.
Repaint the hues:
let's say life's a mural you only have ONE palette
don't you feel it's moral to choose the colors dabbed around it?!
Choose the colors dabbed around it!
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
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
