1. |
Drifting Away
05:35
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Locked inside a life discussion
Where my words have repercussions
What could I say
I change every day
With my teeth I play percussion
A simple beat to add to something
Foot taps away
Drifting away
If you drag me along
My mind’s already gone
I shouldn’t stay for long
Or I’ll forget this song
Barely feels like work to me
If it does I just have to change the key
Some notes are just too high to reach
Maybe they just don’t align with me
If you drag me along
My mind’s already gone
I shouldn’t stay for long
Or I’ll forget this song
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2. |
How Busy?
03:04
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Can you call me
Monthly
You find time
In your life
For dreaming
You’re acting
Like you’re busy
Too busy
You’re not.
You’re not.
You’re not.
You’re not.
If you’re working
Who’s paying?
A daily vacation
Distraction
In action
Despite what
You’re saying
You’re not
You’re not
You’re not
You’re not.
Too busy
To miss me
Too busy
To miss me
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3. |
Too Busy
06:27
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Obsessive compulsive:
I took pride in no time.
Successful inertia’s a
Helpful persona, but
I’m not
That busy.
I’m not
Too busy.
Achievement, employment
Is all that’s important.
My body, my spirit;
Contort them, conceal it.
I’m not
That busy.
I’m not
Too busy.
Couldn’t get to work, ‘cause
I have to get to work again.
Couldn’t get to work, ‘cause
I have to get to work again.
This practice relaxes
The spin and its axis
Aligns me defines me.,
What free time? It’s all mine.
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4. |
Hibernation
03:38
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Worried I will wear myself to splinters
Whittling the time I set aside.
Soon I will be sleeping through the winter
Saving every second I can find.
Saving every second I can find.
Worried I will wear myself to splinters
Whittling the time I set aside.
Soon I will be sleeping through the winter
Saving every second I can find.
Taking every minute I can find.
Doesn’t feel hospitable outside
Saving every minute I can find.
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5. |
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There’s a world of in-betweens:
What I say and what I mean,
When I start and when I’m done,
What is work and what is fun,
What is made and what is found,
What is noise and what is sound.
It’s like asking where I live.
Only answer I can give:
In the time,
I find it between time.
In between
The time in between time.
While I’m waiting for the bus,
While I push away the dust,
Drifting in, and drifting out,
While you twist and while you shout,
While the actors reconvene
While they’re setting up the scene
While we sit in solitude,
Play a piece to set the mood.
What’s the point of interludes?
Just a spot before the plot can resume.
Just a single speckled rind
Between the fruit and the air flowing by.
What do I find in interludes?
In the time
The time in between time.
In between
The time in between time.
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6. |
Interlude
02:47
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7. |
Dream Song I
02:59
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8. |
Dream Song II
03:18
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I am based upon what
once was thought up
Many years ago.
Came around while
You were sleeping,
Couldn’t let me go.
Short and sweet,
Sort of incomplete.
You awoke suddenly
Could have helped
me to breathe
But you put me on hold
You put me on hold.
Don’t wait for me
If you’re waiting for me.
I was a great idea at first
When we started to rehearse.
Now it’s time to follow through
It seems so hard to do.
Before I cut the cord
You put me on hold
You put me on hold.
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9. |
On Time
05:56
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Working day
behind.
Now my thoughts
are mine.
I could sit,
Unwind.
Make some noise
Align.
Drum machine
Keeps time.
I could stay
All night.
Get to sleep
On time.
Get to sleep
On time.
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10. |
Emanationism
05:05
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While I wait for the bus,
While I wait.
While I wait for something to arrive
I write it all out inside my mind.
It’s a part of every day
But I don’t know what to do about it.
Part of every day
But I don’t know what to do about it.
There’s nothing in the way.
But I don’t know what to do about it.
It seems the more I struggle to define
The words around the feeling in my mind
The less it seems to feel as though it means.
But I can’t help it.
I can’t help it.
I can’t help it.
I can’t help it
How could i help it?
And I can’t stop it
I can’t stop it
How could I stop it?
How could I stop?
Can’t help it, nothing can help it
Can’t help it, nothing can help it
Gets past it, nothing gets past it
Gets past it, nothing gets past it.
Can I throw it in the basement
So I never have to face it?
Can I angle it away?
Don’t want to see it every day.
Throw it in the basement
So I never have to face it.
Can I angle it away?
Used to always say it’s only entertainment
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11. |
Aubade
05:38
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Meaning, to me:
A seedling I can plant.
Finding space for the roots
And digging with my hands.
But our days are long, we get so tired by everything,
Less emotion in everything, accumulation:
Funding for the next vacation.
No space in the occupation for anything.
Only feeling for anything is in the future
Wound requiring the suture.
Who gets to press the oranges for the juice, now?
Decides all the rest will never find a use, now?
I just want to have fun.
It’s supposed to be fun.
It’s the passing of time.
It’s the passing of time.
Get outside of the lines.
Make something up.
I just want to wake up.
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Chameleon Treat Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Chameleon Treat is an artist interested in neo-psychedelia and offbeat pop.
The band is
currently the solo project of Andrew Kruske.
Direct booking inquiries/questions to: chameleontreat@gmail.com
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