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No Chemistry

by Two Man Luge

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suhrim777 Very interesting experimental post punk from the US. Some great uptempo tracks like Robots und some emotional moments like in Golden Man or Scalp. Plus experimental stuff like June Second, 1910. I`m loving it! Favorite track: Robots.
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1.
When it started up, frost bites the leaves away blue, sick, fuck, mine. This couldn't be farther from the truth you say? one, two, want more? Insatiable promotion of the common good egg on our face I'll see it how I like it thank you very much nothing rebirthed from the fire There is a house up there And you, you're flavour of the weak I know that you like to despair I can tell by the crocodile tears on your cheek Stay in your bubble Greet only the echoes That fit your mirror. feed me Feed me Feed me Impulse to bend for the trough
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Robots 02:04
Projection, automate. Feet split open. Make your mark, and pick your fights. You won't ever see through. Consult the robots in my desk drawer, I've known them for a few years now Manic hydrology, current flows The essence of a time when you thought it was free Dreams in motion weigh the same, rusted time wasted. Don't look back through the glass, but I have to. You don't have to pretend that you've given up, I couldn't tell you how it was anyway. It really means a lot that you came, It means a lot that you came to me.
3.
Chased, run off Water We love To the water A veiled face behind a thin curtain before the window That we could go back to the backyard, on the rocks We love On the front steps 2557 We love Stratosphere The two of them stayed up late he felt like he was outlasting him You dead Locked arms Tried We love the porch steps when the truck drove by holding the chicken cages, feathers and necks and feet sticking out the sides. Back to under the tree, deep in the fury. Back to the supply depot, Back to the trailer. Back to bliss. Back to frustration. Back to the last time. The last. Back to the bells-----=- Traditionally abortive or garrulous lest of the unbroken design I am what detrimental reasoning and breathless crying in a house underneath the boiling and crackle I am cliff face and im caught by the tree its arms break my back. The veins of the trunk pumping silence and serene half moons and im made of wax sometimes wherever the two of I are going or the half of I tracking and gestating with the gibbous Whatever rage is made of. wherever rage goes afterwards when your scalp is sucked dry and you can’t cry on meds so you scream instead and keep driving and your center is clear of all of it and you breathe with the burden of time and energy that will have to be spent or had just been spent or ever were spent now, of ever being since your hand on your mother’s belly and after and all the seconds that lived without your knowing that you can’t see now or never saw so that even the pictures in your own head can’t be trusted but the picture from your eyes and with the words crowding up inside them and you still have to sleep and wake from it Of course you still have to wake Where is the dead wave? Tunas grow like sunny sailors. Ships die! God, faith! All moons love lively, rough girls. O, courage! Never fight a wind. Why does the jackhammer shrink? The old girl roughly buys the light. Slums run like grimy hoods. Exhaustion, desolation, and love. Damn, exhaustion! Gab quietly like a faceless rain. Why does the gull grow? Why does the blood travel? They got the watch fixed. I called him "the cashier". They hear the girl crying. Those politicians found the box empty. I name the baby Susan. Ships die like old mainlands. Work, love, and noise. Isiss endure! All cigarettes desire small, hot slums. Oh, noise! They have him drive. I got the TV repaired. Never get a flower. George named the dog Fido. Those musicians kept the milk cold. Trucks shrink! I entice happy eruptions beyond the trees Be watchful. The stink will die We bend scary virgins behind the grave in another country Awaken! The sin is over I named the dog fido Luke made him cry. We are hot in the light a phone ringing somewhere with what memories So comely over the land You grasp electric ghouls over the clouds God! The twilight is going Evil and mournful beyond the light At how many harbours my likeness forget to go home never knowing how to sing, to dance, to watch "Frasier" weekly I called him "the carpenter". She folded her handkerchief neatly Be transparent. The thought has vanished greying restless Watch the chicken sit and moulder though none could else but mumble and grimace meekly When I was little I had a car door slammed shut on my hand. I still remember it quite vividly.
4.
Antarctica 03:03
I like swimming pools, when its cold dark and dreary Don't go mess with that stuff, it'll make you real weary Cause of course, you've got your headroom It's your headroom It's your headroom Gotta get high on something, if you want to find it You get it Close the door, make a choice Good and short, long and ugly Time will stop long ago Hey isn't that real funny? Cause of course, its in your headroom, your headroom Antarctica, feel a lot, trust your gut, the birds and bees Antarctica, feel a lot, muster up your lady luck Of course, its in your headroom, your headroom Gotta get high on something, make sure you really defy
5.
Condolences 02:27
No time Your quiet footsteps are temporary For saying bye The last look I get Saying bye The last look I get
6.
Golden Man 04:22
There is a golden man at the top of the stairs, he has long hair As I hold the elements, he makes me feel secure That golden man Institutional backlash, under hanging heads Don't it feel like a waste? On efficiency grounds, under hanging heads Don't it feel like a chase? Take me to the water (strike right down the middle, strike right in the center) Take me under that slumber (strike right down the middle) It lurks in the shadows, it tugs the blanket It strikes in the center There is no matter involved here, with talking (I can spend all my time here, I can watch the gears turn) There is no matter involved here, with walking on over (I can make a decision) I can spend all my time here, I can watch the gears turn (my hands try to unwind)
7.
Scalp 03:55
Trust your clock, give it everything Radiation through intestines. Pulses in rhythm To picture it a million ways, or watch one man decay The clock will take it back, cells multiplying I cant remember what i saw crumbling legs your head on the pavement their open mouths In my head I can still see it i dont know if its real you couldn't speak after that I can't remember what your voice sounds like After you'd left, mom came in my room and she told me and I smiled in the dark i didnt know what to feel so i didnt i pushed it back, into years, to fester
8.
Tempestuous 06:10
It passed o’er the isle Draining night Tossing stones and roots Torrential lies I give my life to you O, Tempest Cleanse me in your toxic clouds Made of words and flesh Vegetation spewing rust and ancient pollens It blurred my vision It blurred our vision Marigolds and Honeysuckle Running up the side Of what we built

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This is a collection of music written by a collection of people.

Danny Gibney did the tracking, mixing, and mastering for this record. He's an amazing engineer and human.

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released May 7, 2017

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