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a special birthday gift from me to you.

SIDE A: six rough and tumble unheard recordings
SIDE B: a hostile ambient takeover of poland in six parts
SIDE C: s sextet of remixed songs just for kicks

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released August 13, 2017

all production by garbageface,
except "stomach" produced by thee Dastard Hand.
all vocals by garbageface,
except gang vocals on "nobody asked you" & "tattoos", by The Tenenbaums + Rebecca W-S.

"tattoos" will appear on Unreliable Narrator (2018).
"stomach" will appear on a collaborative album with Dastard Hand (2018).
"record body count" is originally by The Rheostatics

"7HR33 51X 51D3 B 5U173" is a six-part mix that contains about 20 different field recordings, taken across Poland in june, 2017.

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doom rap / industrial soul / no future

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Track Name: battletoads
THIS IS A BATTLE RAP AND I’M A BATTLE TOAD IN BEAST MODE
MY FIST GROWS WITH EACH PUNCH TILL THE 3RD OR 4TH YR KAY OH’D
THAT’S KAROL ORZECHOWSKI AND FOR THOSE NOT KEEPING TRACK
THAT’S MY BIRTH NAME AND IF YOU DOUBT ME YOU’LL BE HOT SEALED IN MY WAX
AND ALL YOU FUCKING WACK RAPPERS WHO DON’T CONSIDER ME A PEER
SELLING WEAK BEATS AND FEATURES TO EACH OTHER AND IT’S CLEAR
WITH LINES FROM “HEAT” YOU REACHING CREATURES WOULDN’T KNOW FIRE IF YOU WERE ON IT
AND YET MY VOMIT HAS MORE SUBSTANCE THAN THE BEST OF WHAT YOU CALL SONGS AND
I’M NOT CONSCIOUS. I’M A BOMB THREAT. I’M THE TAIL OF HALE-BOPP’S COMET.
I LEAVE BRAND NAME CLAD CULT MEMBERS IN MY WAKE LIKE THEY WERE UNDEAD
AND YOU COULD NOT CATCH MY REFERENCES TILL YOU WORKED WITH ME FOR THREE YEARS
BUT I’M SUPPOSED TO SHOW MY DEFERENCE TO SOME BOAST YOU MAKE AFTER THREE BEER?
YOU’VE HAD TOO MUCH MOM’S SPAGHETTI WHILE I KEEP AN EYE ON SETI
I EVISCERATE THE NATURE OF BELIEF WHILE YOU SMOKE TREES
YOU MAKE TRACK AFTER TRACK OF CLAP TRAP, SLAP YR NAME ON IT LIKE A BOOTLEG
BUT IT’S BAR AFTER BAR OF HARD FART AND IT SMELLS LIKE ROTTEN GOOSE EGG
THAT’S A ZERO, DO YOU GET IT? YR A HERO TO THE DEADEST
I’M A NON-PROFIT PROPHET AND MY CURRENCY IS ENERGY
CURRENT AND EYE CONTACT AND CHEST WHACKS AND SNARE SLAPS
AND BASS KICKS SO DEEP YOU FEEL THEM IN THE DARK PART OF YR GUTS
WHERE THE TRUTH LIVES AND THE TRUTH IS
I THINK BATTLE RAPS ARE BULLSHIT
I’D RATHER FIND A WAY TO PRAISE YOU THAN DESTROY YOU CAUSE I’M RUTHLESS
CAUSE I’M NOT AND I KNOW A SECRET IF YOU WANT TO COME RIGHT IN
WHEN WE BATTLE EACH OTHER THEY’RE THE ONLY ONES THAT WIN.
FUCK THIS SHIT I’M DONE.
Track Name: this funeral
THIS FUNERAL IS PLAYED OUT LIKE A PAID OUT
BRIBE DIME AFTER DIME THIS FUNERAL IS FUNREAL
LIKE A DONE DEAL SIGNED SEALED AND DELIVERED THIS FUNERAL’S CONTRACTUAL
IT FULFILLS THE LAST BULLET POINT IN A 360 DEAL
THIS FUNERAL’S THE LAST CHANCE FOR A SLOW DANCE
SO DANCE ON MY GRAVE MOTHERFUCKERS DANCE DANCE ON MY GRAVE

WHEN I DIE PLEASE JUST THROW ME IN A FUCKING SWAMP
SINCE I WAS 17 THAT’S ALL I REALLY WANT-ED
HAUNTED BY THE GHOSTS OF MY CATHOLIC GUILT
QUICKER PICKER UPPER WITH A RUBBER SOUL TO MATCH HE’LL
UNDERSTAND WHEN HE’S OVER IT, WHEN HE’S GROWN A BIT
DOUBLE DOWN ON THE PATH: IF YOU LOVE SCHOOL, MANG, YOU’LL LOVE WORK
AND WORK UNTIL YR BODY AND SOUL DIE ENOUGH TO
FILL THE VOID WITH A TOY MONGERER A
REFLECTION OF THE BOY YOU ONCE WERE A
DECEPTION OF THE RIGHT TO PRESERVE A
BLOODLINE FANTASY THAT MIGHT NEVER WORK CAUSE
WE PASS ON OUR STORIES LIKE A VIRUS
AND OUR BLOOD IS JUST THE LIQUID INSIDE US
OUR BLIND TRUST IS A HIDDEN CONCOCTION
MAGIC LIKE A DEAD MANG WALKING

THIS FUNERAL IS DEAD BROKE LIKE THE RED SMOKE
FROM WHICH I HAVE EMERGED, THIS FUNERAL IS ABSTRACT
LIKE A BACKPACK THAT HOLDS ALL OF MY BUGS THIS FUNERAL’S
A GIFT FOR ALL OF THE STIFF BORES SELLING ART LIKE NICKELS AND DIMES
THIS FUNERAL’S A LAST CALL WRECKING BALL POISED ON THE PRECIPICE
OF YR FAVOURITE RAPPER IN THE DISCOUNT RECORD BIN

JOKES MANG WE ALL KNOW I’M NOT A RAPPER
I’M AN ACTOR IN A POORLY ACTED STORY THAT IS CLICHE
AND I’M GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS EVERY DAY
THROUGH SOME POTIONS EVERY DAY
TILL THE PIPER’S GETTING PAID
WE NEED TRAJECTORY, WE NEED NARRATIVE
WHEN IT IS ABSENT WE GET SCARED A BIT HAIR ON END
THE ONLY PROBLEM IS WE HAVE A SLIGHT TENDENCY
TO CENTER OUR EXPERIENCE AS IF WE WERE IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT
BUT WE’RE NOT BUT WE’RE NOT BUT WE’RE NOT
WE JUST TELL OURSELVES THE STORY THAT WE WANT AND I DO IT TOO
I HOPE FOR THE BEST FOR YOU, I REALLY DO
I HAVE NO HATRED IN MY HEART AND THAT’S THE FUCKING TRUTH
I WANT YOU ALL TO SUCCEED AT YRSELF
CAUSE BEING TRAPPED IN AN UNHAPPY BODY’S FUCKING HELL
AND I KNOW THAT I’LL BE DYING SOON ENOUGH
SO SHOW SOME LOVE BACK AND LET’S LIGHT IT THE FUCK UP AND

DON’T SAY PRAYERS AT MY FUNERAL
DON’T EAT MEAT AT MY FUNERAL
BUT PLEASE SMOKE TREES AT MY FUNERAL
JUST DON’T CALCULATE THE FEES AT MY FUNERAL
YEAH DON’T NOBODY PAY FOR MY FUNERAL
DON’T BRING ANY ASSHOLES TO MY FUNERAL
DON’T LEAVE A DRINK UNDRANK AT MY FUNERAL
AND YOU BETTER FUCKING DANCE AT MY FUNERAL

ONE MORE THING IF I CAN ASK
GET A EULOGY FROM MY DUDE MATT
CAUSE MAN THAT DUDE CAN RAP
THAT’S IT. THANKS.
Track Name: nobody asked you
I’M THE FIRST TO SWING AND THE FIRST TO ADMIT I DON’T KNOW A FUCKING THING
ON A RUNAWAY TICKET TO A PICKET LINE PLAN
AGAINST A SICK SAD WORLD FULL OF SICK SAD MEN AND
OHHHHHH EVER WISH YOU COULD GROW WINGS
LIKE KID ICARUS WITH SOME GLOW STICKS
FLY AWAY FAR FROM A CONVERSATION
AND RIGHT INTO THE SUN LIKE IT WAS A POWER STATION OHHHHH
IN THE FIGHT AGAINST A MONSTER
WE MUST BE CAREFUL IN THE PROCESS
WE DON’T BECOME A MONSTER TOO
THAT’S TRUE… OR THAT MIGHT BE TRUE
BUT NOBODY ASKED YOU
NOBODY ASKED YOU
CLEAR THE LANE FOR A CLEAR THROAT
DEVIOUS VISIONARY CHEAT CODE:
CLAP YR HANDS AGAINST ALL THE EARS NOT LISTENING
THEY SAY WE WERE MADE IN THE IMAGE OF A GOD
BUT WE STILL SINNING LIKE WE FULL OF VENOM
AND WE DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE DOGMA
OR THE WACK FUCKING LESSONS THAT YOU TAUGHT US
WE ARE MADE OF FUCKING STARDUST
WE SEE THROUGH THE NARRATIVES OF HOW WE WERE BROUGHT UP
AND WE ARE MAD AS FUCK (AND GAY AS FUCK) SO REMEMBER
WHEN YOU WANNA INTERJECT

NOBODY ASKED YOU - YOU SHOULD SAVE YR BREATH SOON YOU WON’T HAVE ANY LEFT
NOBODY ASKED YOU - WHAT YOU THINK OF OUR PATHS OR YR FUCKED UP FOOLISH MATH
NOBODY ASKED YOU - BYE NOW BYE NOW BYE NOW, YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW
NOBODY ASKED YOU - YOU ARE UNSOLICITED SO ZIP THOSE LIPS

NOBODY ASKED YOU - WE ARE MADE OF FUCKING STARDUST AND GAY AS FUCK
NOBODY ASKED YOU - SEE THROUGH THE NARRATIVES AND WE AIN’T SCARED A BIT
NOBODY ASKED YOU - WE DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE DOGMA RUFF RUFF RUFF
NOBODY ASKED YOU - WE STILL SINNING WE STILL FULL OF VENOM
Track Name: tattoos i never took care of
GOD DAMN I REALLY STUMBLE AND STUMBLE,
I REALLY BUMBLE AND FUMBLE
WHILE I MUMBLE AND MUMBLE WHAT’S THAT?
OH NOTHING MANG I WASN’T SAYING NOTHING
AND I WASN’T SAYING SOMETHING
JUST TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN
A LAZY SUNDAY JUST PENETRATING THROUGH DARKNESS
AND EVISCERATING THE ARTISTS
WHO DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEIR PART IS
WHAT GOOD IS INK IF IT IS WASTED ON SOME LAZY SONGS?
WHAT GOOD IS INK IF YOU DON’T THINK AND PLAY GUITAR WITH LAZY ARMS?
IRONY IS A DEAD SCENE AND IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN
BUT I BOUGHT INTO IT TOO WHEN I WAS FUCKING FOURTEEN
AND I GOT INTO THE GROOVE AND STAYED THERE THROUGH MY TWENTIES
AND I COULD’VE DIED THERE LIKE SO MANY HAD BEFORE ME
BUT NAH, I CHOSE TO LIVE IN THE SHADOWS OF SINCERITY
I CHOSE TO BREATHE AND BELIEVE IN THE OUTCOMES OF DISPARITY
PAIN BRINGS THAT MAIN FRAME UP INTO RELIEF
LIKE THE TATTOOS THAT I GOT THAT MADE ME GRIT MY FUCKING TEETH

LOOK CLOSE
YOU CAN SEE THE THAT
THERE'S NO POINT TO ANYTHING
AND I BELIEVE THAT
IF YOU HAVE NO HOPE
YOU CAN'T BE FUCKED WITH (FUCKED WITH)
AND ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE CAN'T BE TRUSTED

GOD DAMN I AM A SHADOW OF SHADOWS,
I KEEP MY FEET ON THE GALLOWS
WHILE I FUCK WITH THE FALLOW HOW’S THAT?
OH NOTHING MANG I WASN’T SAYING NOTHING
AND I WASN’T SAYING SOMETHING
I’M JUST TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN
IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME I THOUGHT
A DAMOCLESIAN FIGHT I FOUGHT
TO MAKE A DEAL WITH PATRICK WALSH
WHAT GOOD IS MUSIC IF IT’S WASTED ON ON YR FLESH AND LOOKS?
WHAT GOOD IS MUSIC IF IT’S JUST A LOVE SONG WITH A CATCHY HOOK?
OR WORSE YET A FUCKING BREAK UP SONG WITH EMOTIONS
BUT I BOUGHT THAT SHIT TOO WHEN I WAS A FUCKING DILLETANTE
YES I BOUGHT INTO THE PAST LIKE AN IG HASHTAG SAD BOY
BUT I DID NOT LET IT DRAG ME DOWN LIKE THE PURPOSE OF THE MAD PLOY
THEY GOT US BUYING BACK OUR DEPRESSION LIKE A PRODUCT
I CHOOSE TO BREATHE AND BELIEVE IN MYSELF AND THEY CAN GET FUCKED
PAIN BRINGS THAT MAIN FRAME UP INTO RELIEF
LIKE THE TATTOOS THAT I GOT THAT MADE ME GRIT MY FUCKING TEETH

IF YOU LOOK CLOSE
YOU CAN SEE THE THAT
THERE'S NO POINT TO ANYTHING
AND I BELIEVE THAT
IF YOU HAVE NO HOPE
YOU CAN'T BE FUCKED WITH (FUCKED WITH)
AND ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE CAN'T BE TRUSTED
IF YOU LOOK CLOSE
YOU CAN SEE THE THAT
THERE'S NO POINT TO ANYTHING
AND I BELIEVE THAT
IF YOU HAVE NO HOPE
YOU CAN'T BE FUCKED WITH (FUCKED WITH)
AND ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE CAN'T BE TRUSTED

GOD DAMN WHAT A NUCLEAR WINTER
BOTH WITHIN AND WITHOUT HER
WHILE I MUMBLE AND MUMBLE NEVER
OH NOTHING MANG I WASN’T SAYING NEVER
AND I WASN’T SAYING EVER
JUST TALKING TO MYSELF AGAIN
I’VE GOTTEN LOST RIGHT AT THE EDGE OF ALL MY THOUGHTS WHEN I
COUNT UP ALL MY COSTS AND I
CANNOT FIND MY PLACE AGAIN
WHAT GOOD AM I IF I’M JUST WASTED ON THE BUS AGAIN?
WHAT GOOD AM I IF I DIE BUT DO NOT TURN TO DUST AGAIN?
THE THINGS THAT KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT ARE MINE ALONE TO SEE
STORIES I BOUGHT INTO THAT YOU FUCKING TOLD TO ME
AND THE RITUALS I’VE WROUGHT FROM THIN AIR ARE WHAT KEEPS ME HERE
AND BEFORE I FUCKING TRAIN WRECK LET’S MAKE A FEW THINGS CLEAR
NUMBER ONE YOU DON’T OWE ANYONE YR LIFE FOR LOVE
NUMBER TWO THERE IS NO ANGELFUCKING GOD ABOVE
NUMBER THREE BREAK ANY OPPRESSIVE TABOO
NUMBER FOUR TAKE CARE OF ALL YR FUCKING TATTOOS

IF YOU LOOK CLOSE
YOU CAN SEE THE THAT
THERE'S NO POINT TO ANYTHING
AND I BELIEVE THAT
IF YOU HAVE NO HOPE
YOU CAN'T BE FUCKED WITH (FUCKED WITH)
AND ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE CAN'T BE TRUSTED
IF YOU LOOK CLOSE
YOU CAN SEE THE THAT
THERE'S NO POINT TO ANYTHING
AND I BELIEVE THAT
IF YOU HAVE NO HOPE
YOU CAN'T BE FUCKED WITH (FUCKED WITH)
AND ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE CAN'T BE TRUSTED
Track Name: record body count
BENNETT PULLED HIMSELF TO HIS FEET
HAULED HIS BODY BACK UP THE BANK
AND LOOKED BACK DOWN THERE
HE SAID THE WATER WAS NOT THAT DEEP
BUT I ALMOST DROWNED THERE
YOU CAN DROWN IN A BATHTUB SO THEY SAY
SOMEONE IN CLASS CALLED ME A LOSER
SO I DECIDED TO SKIP THE DAY
(HEY HEY HEY SKIP THE DAY)

I TRIED TO LOOK CASUAL SNEAKING ROUND THE BACK
PAST THE SHOTPUT ACROSS THE TRACK
AND TO THE GATE BESIDE THE PORTABLES
BUT A RED TIE AND SCHOOL GRAY SLACKS
DOESN'T BLEND IN WITH THE GRASS
AS THE TEACHER WAS CHANGING CLASS

HE CHASED ME HALFWAY THROUGH THE PARK
TILL I RAN INTO THE WOODS;
AND I'M VERY GOOD IN THE WOODS

SO I WAS AN INDIAN
BUILT A FIRE BY THE CREEK
AND DRIED MY EYES THERE
AND IF THEY SAY THE WATER ISN’T THAT DEEP
BUT YOU ALMOST DROWN THERE
YOU CAN DROWN IN YR BATHTUB ANY DAY

THERE'S A RECORD BODY COUNT THIS YEAR
THERE’S A RECORD BODY COUNT THIS YEAR

LIAM STEPPED UP ON A BLOCK OF ICE
PUT A ROPE AROUND HIS NECK
AND FELL ASLEEP BEFORE HE DIED
Track Name: stomach: the noun, the verb
LET TODAY BE DAY ONE OF THE
FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF ALL YR PROGRESS / SLOW DEATH
IMAGINARY MAGIC THAT WILL COMPRESS / DEEP BREATHS
PRESSURE BUILDING UPSIDE YR HEAD TO DISTRESS / KEEP THREAT
LEVELS RAISED BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE
NO MATTER HOW FAR, I AM ALWAYS ON MY GUARD.

YEAH, I’M A DEVILS ADVOCATE, I ADVOCATE FOR EVIL SHIT
I BLESS NO IDOLS AND I ONLY RIDE ON THE REAL SHIT
I MAKE NO FAKES ABOUT NO COMPROMISES ON THE REAL, MISS
I BAKE A CAKE FOR ALL MY ENEMIES AND GO FOR REAL BLISS
WE ARE HURTLING THROUGH SPACE UPON A SPACESHIP EARTH
TRYING DESPERATELY TO ESCAPE AND REPLACE OUR PLACE OF BIRTH AND
TRYING IN VAIN TO RELIEVE OURSELVES OF THE DUTY TO BE
BRUTALLY REAL IN ALL OUR ACTIONS AND OUR WORDING AND
HONESTY’S THE BEST POLICY / HONESTY’S THE BEST POLICE
BUT HONESTLY IT’S EASIER TO LIE AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP
KEEP MY NAME OUT OF YR MOUTH IF YOU THINK THAT
I’M JOKING. MANG, HA HA. I’M GHOSTING. NOW EAT THAT.

LET TODAY BE DAY OF THE
LAST TIME THAT YOU EVER LET SOMEBODY ELSE RUN YOU
WITH UNTRUTHS THAT THEY POST UP LIKE THE
FLYERS IN A COFFEE HOUSE BATHROOM
FOR FUCKING REIKI
YOU CAN GUN THROUGH, GUMSHOE
IT’S A TYPICAL MYSTERY
BUT IF YOU WANNA SPAR I AM ALWAYS ON MY GUARD.

YEAH, I’M A DEVIL’S ADVOCATE, I ADVOCATE FOR EVIL SHIT
BUT WHEN I SAY IT’S EVIL I MEAN IN COMES FROM A DEEP DARK PIT
AND WHEN I SAY A DEEP DARK PIT I MEAN DOWN TO THE ESSENCE
LIKE THE ANSWERS THAT I GAVE ON THE BACK END OF THE QUESTION AND
WE ARE DRIVING FASTER GETTING FASTER ALL THE TIME
FUELLED BY GAS THAT HAS BEEN PAST AND MASTERED FROM THE LAND BEFORE TIME
FUELLED BY THE ASSUMPTION THAT ALL PROGRESS STILL GOES FORWARD
TILL THE ZEPPELIN EXPLODES AND IT’S HUMANITY AND HORROR
HONESTY’S A BLUEPRINT THAT IS STILL UPON THE DRAWING BOARD
WRITTEN, ERASED, ERASED AGAIN AND WRITTEN MORE
MOTHERFUCKERS TRY TO MANUFACTURE IT LIKE HENRY FORD
FUCK THAT. I’M JOKING. NAH. I’M GHOSTING, NOW EAT SOME MORE.
LET TODAY BE DAY ONE OF THE
FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF ALL YR BRIGHT DAYS / DARK NIGHTS
AND THE GRADIENT THAT FALLS BETWEEN THE LOW LOWS / HIGH HIGHS
PRESSING ALL THE TIME BETWEEN THE DAWN AND THE TWILIGHT
IT’S NOT A SIMPLE BALANCE BETWEEN OPEN WOUNDS AND SCARS
I AM ALWAYS IN MY GUARD

YEAH, I’M THE DEVIL’S ADVOCATE, I ADVOCATE FOR EVIL SHIT
MY HEART’S THE DARKEST ORGAN THAT I’M CAPABLE TO DEAL WITH
AND IF YOU MAKE ME LAUGH I CAN CONNECT YOU WITH THE REALNESS
BEFORE I RETREAT BACK INTO MY FEAR OF BEING HEALED WITH
WE ARE WOUNDED PEOPLE WOUNDING PEOPLE WITH OUR SHAME
SHIFTING FACES SHIFTING PLACES WHILE WE SHIFT THE BLAME AND
TRYING NOT TO PANIC WHEN OUR ORGANS ARE EXPOSED
BY THE FOG THAT GETS IN THROUGH THE CRACKS IN ALL THE WINDOWS
HONESTY: THE PRACTICE OF GETTING RID OF YR EDITING
HONESTY: A CRACKLING FIRE TO SHED YR EGO IN
DON’T ASK THE QUESTION IF YOU DON’T WANT THE FEEDBACK
I’M SERIOUS. DELIRIOUS. I’M GHOSTING. NOW EAT THAT.

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