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Rad Facto

by Twelves

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1.
Leech Digger 04:03
Ropeneck dreams of wooden past times, There was a bookshelf on that incline Recreate the process, trigger the sclerosis, Extend the upper hand, Hollow out the heartwood, down it out with bleach, Pissing off the leech You’re bound to make my lover sour, Maintain choosing either organ, Hephaestus was born with both, Hammered down on hardened oak, Leech digger – I’m sorry Ropeneck dreams of vegetation, Can’t determine facial patterns Leech digger, poor specimen, Your body, knows tug of war, Inspector, roots firmly planted, grabs digger Eviscerated string rubber band Acceptably brief glimmer of ecstasy My stretcher: your taste of heaven
2.
How could you just sit there and let me even do this to myself, It’s not really lying, it’s just smiling a little bit too hard, Optimism optimism, it's simple optimism at work A piece of the ticket, He crumble and he flicks it and he spits on the floor, With a knock on the door, Scolding thanks in advance for never doing that again, Turn off CNN and seep down macchiato, “I’m cool with sports and my admin castrato,” His parking spot is right next to the gym, He hits up the gym on eighteen seven six East Washington Ave, The woman with the bicep looks well in tune Free stocks unlimited, Your candy shares are incendiary, Nice nukie o’ revenue, Explains my bullish tendencies, My stakes are all on green, Enunciated plant property, A smash to the analyst, To short is to catalyst It’s more than my little dress shirt can take, It’s a routine for the mental hygiene, The vending machine is a pinball machine for the mental hygiene, The admin goes, “Optimism… optimism… optimism…” “Okay I get that. That’s cool. That’s fine.” You're just in time to wait in line Dots on the page, Wish they would just behave, 'Spose I could rearrange all my tabs for a change, Calendar, all the dates, Spread them out
3.
Shrieker speaks the sound, But who is the narrator? C’mon whose utterance am I? Big communicator shrieks, “I’m apropos to waking Xenophobic jargon aching Be unopposed to no one Be unopposed to jocky locker door” Instead I don’t really know the name I’m saying, Venice Kanikama Instead I don’t even know the game I’m playing yet, Venice Kanikama When a shrieker causes volatile cramps, Take the pulse of an Elysian champ, Don’t rely on existential questioning, Take a chance on public activity, You have to be brave, Forget regrets, forget social anxiety, Forget the past and know that I am here for you like a bug If I could cup you like a crater and see to it that you sink, and make certain that the flesh is turning pink Your head inviting lichen like some loosely incited philiac, Grossly in synch with some most repugnant instinct Shrieker speaks the sound, But who is the narrator? Whose utterance am I?
4.
Test my luck, My trust accumulating dust, I put up a fuss - her lips, Pursed her tusks, I used my third strike – strike Strike, strike, it bursts, I would call that a burst, that a burst, Skin like a hide and hide like a purse, Please give me that, “I was here first” Arms maintain purple pigment, I am impressed by the natural fissure occurring down my left shoulder, She asked me to hold her Roped to a Chevy, you can’t be shy, Show them your pearlies, Beg them to please rev up the whirlies, Show your employer the scar down your spine, Hallelujah I’m gifted, Holy divine It is written in verses one through four how to encourage your employees to be sterile, I’d test my luck and churn the dust, Encouraging my employees to be sterile, Shoot the shit with the hipper boss, The one encouraging me to be fruitful Dust – I mean – burst – I mean – strike – I mean, I was here first!
5.
Orca 05:33
That water’s gushing in my cortex, That wonder’s yanking on my grey, That blood is molding, I revealed my father’s name, Like a rupture of the DNA, I’ll wait forever and a day Keeps flowing, never asking much, I’m wondering whose waves I clutch, Orca Smile for me last She will inhale, then release, Adding matter to the altarpiece, Like a knife to the dinner plate, And she will kiss my frown, For I am pleasantly drowned, I am pleasantly drowned Come on honey and kiss my frown When you’re tossing a foul through the tears, Which way does the boat rock? He cried all that was left, She cried what she thought was right, Her cry matched the forecast, She smiled for him last Weakly laid him down on her breast, Eyes rolling back resembled prayer beads, She wrote a letter as his dying request, That letter reads, “hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hey...”
6.
Soft spoken like a knife, our future landlord led us up, I could’t care to be sympathetic as my time dwindled, Hoping fucking God that I could plant half my wage on carbon today Revolutionizing resale Halfway up the first flight, I said, “Got laundry?” That was all it took to make a wet face out of rent space, The agent held me to the wall and yelped, “Yeah, I guess. As long as you don’t care for drying. Anyways... Observe the floor, observe the stain glass carpeting, Observe our serendipitous remarketing” E – P – demic, An eye sore for the furnishing of burnished-above ply, Like we used to cook up and lie, Space defines an epidural residual tie, E – P – demic How nice, a candelabra, And wow, is that a sheepskin attic latter decoy or a mint condition butler? “Not true. Well, it’s a butler but don’t blush, only worth one in the bush.” Thankfully, Thursday I was back at it this time with clear intentions and a wallet full of pockets, My leasing Linda, sweet on her smoke break , saw divinity radiating from my lids, She fed me that carbon Observe this Brita product for when it rains, Observe this Victorian Era lampshade stain, Observe: this!
7.
Pass – shut up – pass me admission, Drug store member, do you remember, I raised you like a stegosaurus? Grab your mag, drug store fiddler, Proud sniffer of money order, Order a scent of tragedy – as close as I can get Shoulda gone with the mezzanine Good play on a insect platter, Dear neighbor has terminal eye flutter, With instincts as fast as celluloid, Bones along a big bone blinker, Now I feel like a balcony stinker, Shoulda gone with the mezzanine All of the impressions were spot-on, Safe to say the intermission was the exit that I got off, I’m exhilarated, I’m bored, I’m exhilarated, I’m bored, I’m exhilarated, I’m bored, I’m just trying to absorb I’m exhilarated, I’m bored, I’m trying to implore, That I shoulda gone with the mezzanine Grab your mag, drug store fiddler, Proud sniffer of money order, Order a scent of tragedy – as close as I can get Mezza-ninety-nine bottleneck slides in unison Mezza-ninety-nine bottlenose twins
8.
Rustpan 06:53
Rest in the chamber of rust, And be not intimidated by us, Be not intimidated by this, that, Nor their shadows, Nor their sensitivity, You have security, Be not intimidated by she, Who was roasted, In the chamber of rust I’m afraid of what I’ve done to myself, And I’m afraid that I must rust, I’m afraid that I must rust, I’m a bad ambassador to myself, And I’m afraid that I must rust, I’m afraid that I must rust I have the body of a rustpan – say it again And if you say it I can hear you, hear you rust, It’s in disguise but I can tell you must redeem a sense of empathy, A simulated symmetry, Of guilt and vanity, Or you rust That flake in the sunlight is you Speckles of bacterial texture, Are coasting out, roasting out, Are dissipating, carefully tethered, On beat cracking leather sheets, On fast chipping rust

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released November 2, 2017

Basic tracks recorded at Blast House Studios in Madison, WI by Dustin Sisson. Additional engineering and mixing by Russell Hall at The House For Wayward Boys. Mastered by Carl Saff.

Twelves: Jason Bank (g), Michael Groome (v), Russell Emerson Hall (b), Jeff Samuels (d)

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Twelves Madison, Wisconsin

Madison outfit Twelves play jagged, rumbling, noisy rock that leans a bit toward the mad complexity of bands like Don Caballero or The Jesus Lizard, moving seamlessly between twistedly catchy melodies and bursts of scalding dissonance. -- TONE Madison

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