I collaborated with Blue Sky Black Death on their new album “Third Party.” I handled lyrics and vocals. The album comes out Sept 7th on Fake Four Inc. The first single “Carl Sagan” is already up for listening. I thought I would post all the lyrics for anyone who looking for them. Grab them all below the cut.

CARL SAGAN

I’m not in pictures that your parents took
I’m not described in your stack of holy books

I wasn’t born in your seven days
I’m not the monster your fathers made
Can’t break my bones if you can’t pronounce my name

I’ll elude what your top thinkers might conceive
Your “wanted” sketch doesn’t resemble me

I wasn’t born in your family tree
I don’t want blood or your charity
You won’t believe that your maker thought up me

Your common cold is my trojan horse defeat
And my fine cuisine is your world catastrophe

I might be dormant on your ocean floor
Or in the margins of error you ignore

You can’t survive in the class of air I breathe



ABSENTEE

I don’t care for your revolution
I don’t know the day of the week
But I’ll be your utmost trusted absentee

I’m so over your personal crisis
Let me know if our state secedes
But you’ll probably never hear from me

So mark me condemned, and mark me as vacant
I’m out of mind and I’m out of sight
Strikethrough my name, forget my location
I’ll stage a coup when the timing’s right

I’ll wake up to a new national language
I’ll sleep in while the coasts recede
TV movie, you can have my story free

I’m so over your sovereign nation
And your block party best move along
Your injustices make me yawn



CALL TO ARMS

Wake me up radio, wake me up forecaster
Be still my heart, what’s this new disaster?
My main muse is self-eradication
We all need inspiration, don’t we?

Your misfortune is my winning card
Your new disaster is my call to arms

I make my cold calls strictly after hours
I’m proud to serve with my flock of scavengers
And fellow cowards, suit up
Boldly battling market saturation
With no standing ovation for me

Your unknown is at my home address
When you’re displaced is when I come to collect
I like a good wreck, what can I say?

I’m the looter at your uprising
I live and breathe silver lining
I’m the pickpocket improvising in the crowd



INSTITUTION

Your last name is sold
Your institution now in my control
Your words reposessed
Now come identify all your personal effects

I’m tapping your phone and I’m sealing lips
I’m scrapping every bone of our old sinking ship

Reimburse my transgressions
And bill me for your private sessions

In your Sunday best
Maintain the calm in the face of unrest
Your small talk’s a crime
Let’s maximize use of our remaining time

Don’t sell me out when we’re losing ground
Where’s your brave face when the wolves are coming out?



CYNIC’S COUGH

Do you recall where you were?
Do you recall how it was that you first heard?
Here, here to global innovation

Disbelief, a cynic’s cough
We, the pundits of these united scoffs
Here, here to boyish fascination

At birth separated
Don’t be polite, you’re my reflection

This is our victory song
Watch us prove all the non-believers wrong
Here, here to science’s salvation

This is our last request
The writing on the wall is self-addressed
Here, here to desperate preservation



RERUN

We’ll outdo you
Our sunken ships still wear our names
We’ll outlive you
Reborn in nightly rerun fame




SCANDAL

I’m on your side, see how my comb-over reflects the light?
I live by a code to fight the keepers of the status quo
I’m clearing the slate of rabble-rousers and old heads of state
I’m coming for you, armed with a hand-shake and a half-truth

Calling all favors from my past from hibernation
Well my god I thought you’d never ask, what’s the occasion?
What’s a little scandal between friends?
It’s all forgotten

A hand over my heart for a foot in the door,
Then a foot in my mouth when it pleased the court
What’s a little scandal between friends?
I had to break some means just to make some ends

To my childhood philistines, you’re all just ex-liabilities
To my once-trusted go-to, I don’t know you