Sovereign Slates EP

by J. Marinelli

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released June 20, 2013

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"...sounds like the funnest maddest person that you know picking you up and swinging you around the room while simultaneously explaining to you the most important secrets of existence and mysteries of life.

It's fun and fast and when it puts you back down safely at the end you want to put it back on again from the start."

- Little Gem Records
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Track Name: Indigo Boys
Hey ho indigo why do you feel so-so today you're of a flatlined frat with a pulpy past I wouldn't figure you'd go out like that but you did hey ho indigo say no to dressing up today like today was a foreign country and hobnob with the rebel gentry but I do and you might say I'm cynical but I find no joy in mouthing vacant syllables a meaning long-gone guttural it's nothing new.
Track Name: Dear Joan Letter
Stunned and stilted sex was damned move on to leave it unexamined still you tell me that we're in the cards clear the streets of every town you sold me to arched and docile a narrow view fold your hand and split the scene Dear Joan incidental accidents they spur on your tired regimen more faces than a few have known me you know you know you know Dear Joan and it's not my problem anymore how you're afraid of everything and it's I think it's time you spend some time alone Dear Joan.
Track Name: Sovereign Slates
Got three frequencies three sovereign states from A to B to C psychotronic trade routes 400 megahertz hurts all over parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 hurts all over defrayed and defrocked declawed and disastered unbowed and endrama'ed divined and disastered.
Track Name: Smug is the Drug
Thanks for the apology I'll put it in my gas tank thanks for the apology I'll put it in my piggybank thanks for the apology we amateurs of such rank can sustain the unsustainable in a slog so hardscrabble you wouldn't dare use the word "dabble" to describe how we imbibe in that which keeps our bodies poor and pure but our souls rich (switch).
Track Name: Rhetorical Triangle Tramp Stamp
I swear I saw it there when you bent over to pick up a dropped copy of Discipline & Punish and replace it on the shelf with a jar holding your false teeth which smelled vaguely of lung-butter a stench-wrench which ate up he room's atmosphere pathosphere ethosphere logosphere is this for real I fear sketchy meaty old henna-job county fair temporary I guess I'll know soon enough.
Track Name: Salt Depot '93
It takes a big man to admit that he's jealous when the tempo's too fast to be taken that serious and I could tell that you left by the look in his red face before he said a thing I held I all down yes I held I all didn't you know that I'm the one couldn't you guess that the image degrades with every copy you make now my brand-new job is turning me into the devil I sacrifice time always spent without you twist it up to an C down to a B B for 'bothersome' twist it up to an A down to a J for me and ' jealousy.'