Ultra Ego

by Feed Me Jack

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move your still endless body channeling neurotic energy can save the day but overwrought, we overwrite reason to keep the truth at bay by pecking at the ground with no apparent cause except for fear of vulnerability channeling what hasn’t even come to pass prompts me to ask: how far up your own ass can you crawl? what will you have wished you’d done? you cannot rise if you don't run and no one’s been exempted from stumbling through the first attempts, awkward and tense but lovely nonetheless oh god i cannot kill or break the static friction in the absent face of space to fill you can tell as much or more from where it stops that it goes in the absent face of space to fill, would you move your still?
2.
04:46
charged and on the wing unperturbed and cackling a covey of fledglings thwart the pitchfork and the torch take into the lost account that fuels the head to raise the dead honor sits the monolith on wretched beams, it hurts to see we built it up until it swallowed what surrounds, so i ask instead: could you break it down? housecat tactics let us live outside and the small sedition helped us think for ourselves born enclosed, we were cast by those foreign hands the heavy weight which owns our name it masquerades we felt this sinking dark feeling then and now at least i can feel the ghost in the gears somehow child of red handed wicked grins for the win straight to the point and ripe with compulsion eulogized but swollen with life i think i can see his ghost with my gears in flight
3.
05:02
under a los angeles heat lamp, turn the earth into a convenience store, treadmills full of cars and parking lots the freeway never stops. don't you know it was an emergency? to burn the food to keep the scarcity? they put a bullet in his head, in his head for me. that's how freedom looks to me. i know, i know, the sun will never set, i got a lot of lightbulbs. i know, i know, desire on the walls, it drags us to the floor and out the door. as soon as you cancel your plans to not get enough you'll know that life shrinks and expands relative to love and it's not an invisible hand if it's covered in blood and counting in dollars demands the damages done that ripple across distant lands from satellite unseen commands and they covered their heads with their hands afraid of the sun channels of inscribed ink inscised by the city of teeth sinking down underneath
4.
02:34
march through the grime your proud head bobs back and forth dine on scraps and turn your back on my wheels in the track reverse the roles as you dispose of me I fold 'cause I peck the ground and without a sound i'll be going home i'll pay homage to the human zoo with a package or two i'd still much rather be alive to feed that's guaranteed well the rats have wings but they're stuck like us in the atmosphere
5.
03:36
you're woven into my thoughts, you're the first thing that I think of when I wake, and you're with me as I fall asleep. How quickly things change, and how suddenly, a quilt of love takes shape. flying over the streets laughing, the wind rising, piece a stoge with the lord, high up in a tree. ontologically speaking, I saw the beacon beckon. took a leap of faith and crashed into the park, coated in the dust of a come down cheap, i thought i'd found peace, i thought i'd found peace. You see my eyes are bloodshot? I slam my fists into the wall. And take the quilts that bind us: It's no one's fault. Out of my control, its the root of my affliction, the root of my lament. Out of my control, a quilt of love takes shape. Look here, I wear all my thoughts and fears, on my sleeve for all to see. Sometimes I don't know where I'm going- where I'm going- that's alright.

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Written, recorded, and produced by Feed Me Jack in Oakland, CA
Drums were recorded at Tiny Telephone Studios with the magical wizard recording engineer Jacob Winik in San Francisco, CA
Mastered by Justin Weis at Trakworx Studio in South San Francisco, CA

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released January 14, 2016

Sven Gamsky - guitar, vocals
Cameron Lampert - bass, guitar, vocals
Eric Karl Lawson - drums, percussion
Robert Ross - guitar, vocals
Jake Thornton - rhodes, synths

Our wonderful guest musicians:
Elizabeth Goodrich - vocals
Nikki Mokover - saxophone
Shawheen Keyani - setar

Cover Art and Design by Phoenix Delman with help by Alex Mata
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We used two amazing sample packs called Microblocks, Vol. I and II, recorded and compiled by the Field Recording Working Group fieldrecordingworkinggroup.bandcamp.com

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