Split with New Science Projects
by Star Commander
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Nick Bozas Has A Kid
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Your Mother's Wounds
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about
credits
released June 27, 2012
Star Commander:
Christian Medrano - Vocals, Guitar
Donovan Ford - Bass
Ryan Schefsky - Drums, Guitar
New Science Projects:
All lyrics and music by Dale Jones, except:
Mike Forbes - Saxophone on 4
Nick Foreman - Cello on 6, 8
Michael Briggs - Keyboards on 9
Star Commander:
Christian Medrano - Vocals, Guitar
Donovan Ford - Bass
Ryan Schefsky - Drums, Guitar
New Science Projects:
All lyrics and music by Dale Jones, except:
Mike Forbes - Saxophone on 4
Nick Foreman - Cello on 6, 8
Michael Briggs - Keyboards on 9
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discography
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Jun 2012 -
Jul 2011 -
Feb 2010
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- Track Name: Nick Bozas Has A Kid
- We're trying to figure out where we are, clenching hard onto the edges of these maps. I don't know where we'll go, but anything is fine as long as it is not home. I need a job, you need more work. We're in a rut and it kind of hurts. I guess we'll let the stereo sing on and on and on. I've never been good with movement, the best thing I've done is over-thinking the motives, the motions, the feeling of fear of trying to release your tension so we could steer clear of jumping ship, throwing fits, that little annoyance in the back of your head. I guess we'll let the stereo sing on and on and on.
- Track Name: Machinery (It's A Lonely Road, I Know)
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It's a lonely road, I know.
It's the only road I know.
The city is filled with gasoline
leveled now and burning.
Mother, I hear satan in my dreams
talking of Ordinary Eternal Machinery.
It's a lonely road, I know.
It's the only road I know.
I swore I felt god in this breeze
flowing through flourishes of the land and trees
my eyes are lightbulbs wondering
if god will ever even speak to me. - Track Name: Your Mother's Wounds
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I forgot the words, those reasons I should weigh
forgetting that my nightmares all have names
I tried to yell but it only came out as a screech
I tried to feel but it only showed itself in dream
Like the prayers that break your ceiling walls
flipping your luck of what has already been gone
If only you knew that I was only praying for water
If only you knew that there wasn't a way to Jupiter.
No one explained a thing about the concept of eternity
when you just wanted to meet your father's capillaries
When still-born and smashed bellies became destiny
when your Mother's wounds once loved a revolutionary.
And you were that child, cut from that same cloth
but ripped apart and frayed, clipped by the same god
a rhythmic tongue that spoke of what your parents lost
a catharsis caused by what your father had done.
it swells and boils within your sister's chest
With her head full of roads, speaking words for the dead.
I came back from that graveyard where I was sent
to tell you that I will never go back to that hell again.
And you were teenager, only a baby
when your eyes unravaled the worlds mysteries
how two people can so suddenly become three
when you discovered the miracle of your body
when you discovered the curves of your body
when you unraveled the mysteries of your body
and you grow, you grow like an oak
steady, timid, and slow
and you grow, you try to grow so old
ready to die, fighting to be whole
and you grow, but you stay stagnant like stone
You are sharp, but broken and alone
and you grow, but your soul is an abandon home
you were once spirited and tender
but now you have no hope.
And you once said that this was mine
that you had nothing but time
what did you want me to say?
You've always wanted me this way.
And you and I can look straight into the sky
and try to make sense of the things we write
But the only thing we will ever see
is an emptiness that our existence brings.
