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It Will Ever Bubble Up If Thou Wilt Ever Dig

by Baughman Dynasty

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1.
Jazz Age 03:35
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My love is just like the sea: With a new shape for each shore that it meets I'll stitch you to my tapestry Those sewed-on faces chill me in the heat Got a passport to remind me 'Cause a year can't last forever On this side of paradise Now my hangnails catch your sweater Oh, my darling Isabelle! No, no, no I don't mind to dwell In your childish book of spells Over and over; perennial This and every other night Well, some percent of love is jealousy Just enough to cool down the passion side of things You're a mirror to a nasty part of me It's not 'til after that I guess I tend to see Got a passport to remind me That a year can't last forever On this side of paradise We can rule 'em all together Oh, my darling Rosalind Education in our hands as jesters spin More and more we'll punish sin King and Queen would be so nice 'Cause a year can't last forever On this side of paradise You're the midnight Maryland weather Oh, my darling Eleanor Get down off that horse before— Oh, God—you're such a chore Somewhere on a tile floor We'll writhe and writhe some more Every single open door has closed Since 24 If you would just calm down then Maybe I'd want you some more Go ahead and yell out There's no one for miles around Adults turned my heart to ore Now I can't stand your sight
2.
Gun in My Hand 03:55
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Put a gun in my hand And tell me I'm faster than I really am And he asked me, as we sat there, (With his parents side by side) How many more violin Hallelujahs must we endure? He was the millionth man on the moon But he always reached a little higher And he told me he wouldn't stop there Won't go down without a fight But he bruised himself too hard to ever bloom You gotta show me 'round your castle Before the (k)night comes to have his way You gotta talk to me—though I've never seen a ghost I'm willing to believe Who claps at a funeral anyway? Don't sour the sour mood And he whispered as we sat there It's ok to be removed I'd rather get drunk than shed a single tear at all He's got the Starjuice and the brown-brown From the old men charred in their blazers He's not a blamer, he's a taker Spending muggy nights aloof A little camo; a little dirt to set the mood You gotta show me 'round your castle Before the (k)night comes to have his way You gotta talk to me—though I've never seen a ghost I'm willing to believe He's just one of the 64,000 embarrassed Soft targets, babies on a billboard; corroding Love my loved ones—who knows how long they'll be around? Shitty timing Put a gun in my hand and tell me I'm faster than I really am
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Moderation Mountain 04:13
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Whiskey eased me swiftly to the moon base And all the lights on its red carpet Majestic purple mountains rise above the brows of brown kids But I daydream Piercing my tongue through the flesh of my cheek But I'll see you in the shower after a big day Grainy waves of amber turn to kindling for the demagogue But here I am in a dream Til your camera turned off Til your paints dried up It happened on "Golden Trunks" Reading good things— all the human classics Then to the Middle East when we're retired "Glory Hallelujah!" is the soundtrack to hysteria So turn it off, turn it off, turn it off, Til your camera falls down Til your paint's dried up Til we're somewhere A little more tangible I can't wait until we are in power I can't wait until we are and then we'll be Anything and everything And traveling and coloring And maybe these 15-minute rings of thought Will last Whiskey hates me like brother beat me up bad Man things were so serene in the Moss Garden Red-eyed boys in blue become the saviors or the villains But I'm clean, dirty, and clean I think we need big kid action based on things That we all had to learn in kindergarten Now the state tv is nice and white the way they like it And I still daydream Til your clients run out Til you're covered in dust Til we're somewhere A little more tangible I can't wait until we are in power I can't wait until we are—but now we're just Oh, all for naught and not a thing And sitting still and drawing blanks And maybe these 15-minute rings of thought Will last
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Conquistador 04:16
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I have seen the towers of light Their stones gleam in sun in red and white Oh, I can see the dawn to this day Yeah I remember the gulls against the sky The wings and waves applaud; a yammering goodbye Oh, I can hear the call to this day Ooh blow a kiss along How long will I be gone? I have seen some glimmers in the night So high above the sea, so far beyond my fright Oh, I'm not scared to die, not today I've had a vision of being welcomed home Celestial surprise up where I belong Oh, following the word every day The ocean stretches on, the summer's almost gone How long I'll be away I can't say When latitude is wrong and thunder's come along We curse and drink and pray So blow a kiss along, how long will I be gone? I have seen a city flood with gold A savage city falls; I do what I'm told Oh, I can see the sorrow to this day Yeah I know the trouble of clothes stained with blood Of swords stuck in limbs, of boots filled with mud Yeah, I know how to conquer to this day The jungle above my head still smells like something dead Is it us? Is it them? I can't say The shadows flit across my room—they spell out DOOM! They spell out DOOM! Is it the Devil? Is it God? I can't say So blow a kiss along, how long will I be gone?
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My Halloween Frida 03:26
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Who hasn't wished they had the confidence of Frida? Gallivanting 'round and singing songs and dancing down That's not her name, I know I know she wants me to be brave I kissed her because she kissed me—oh that girl Frida! Half-drunk but sweet—oh sure, she's heard that one before And yet she's here right now Right now; I'll mess this all up somehow How can I compete? She makes no sound on tattooed feet I'm just a snail to her I think; one of three who can give her what she needs How can I compete? She's made of diamonds when she sleeps I'm just an isle—stiff and slow; but I think I can give her what she needs Little moments: knocking heads, tugged hair for Frida! Why ever would she want a tall white boy like me? I ran with her in the cold In the cold: a goofy chase and tired race And now I sleep: my lips are sore from stuff with Frida! Can I see her again on Monday, Tuesday, or Halloween? I'll see her soon I hope I hope she won't forget me in the morning How can I compete? She makes no sound on tattooed feet I'm just a snail to her I think; one of three who can give her what she needs How can I compete? She's made of diamonds when she sleeps I'm just an isle—stiff and slow; but I think I can give her what she needs God, am I too sweet? The future sprawls when our eyes meet I wanna love her, head and toe, but this happens with everyone I meet How can I compete? She bathes with angels in the heat Am I too earthbound for her taste? One of three who can give her what she needs
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Beauty is a Mess 04:06
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Rushed home, opened wide, and ruined Your floral printed sheets Still the cutest things I've seen if you ask me If I grabbed the country by the hair and took it from behind It wouldn't turn me on The planet that I'm from won't allow me I'm not mad But hey, my early bird Hold your wings above your head If you like me you like me No disguises, no surprises Well I'd know my boundaries if you put me in a cage And we'd all get along Oh at night we'd get it on—on and off of me I'd like to, I'd like to That's what people do I chose to, I chose two Then I chose you But your living room, your bedroom Is a god's tomb And I'm not mad But hey, my early bird Hold your wings above your head If you like me you like me No disguises, no surprises Hey, my early bird Hold your wings above your head If you know me show me Let the phone ring, shallow moaning Say it Frida, say it Frida Are you a believer? I'm a seesaw, I'm a seesaw I'm a leaver At least I heard you tell your story I'll put it with the rest Isn't beauty just a mess? Come and mess with me
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Smooch 04:25
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Sometimes when I go to lightspeed I'm an asshole and you're an astronaut My hero! How much will you charge me as you tow me back to earth? Angel with a jaw of iron You're always busy but you can't get enough You've got that '70s hair like an ABBA Wonder Woman There's some things I don't know But I swear I am trying Lie me down, tell me true Make me smile as I'll make you Nighttime on your phone and stomach Talking 'bout me, half satisfied I heard that From the other room, now my heart is running laps Listen, let me hear you say so That you'll let me choose what to watch Goodfellas Every movie marathon is better than the last There's some things I won't know But I swear I am trying Lie me down, say it true Make me smile as I'll make you If I'm late to your door You know I swear I'm always trying Sitting down at your throne Holy arms have got me singing Tubing on a random river And I'm feeling a little déjà vu Bathing suits come off and still we're swimming after all these years
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Pop & Slim 03:41
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My father was the faerie who cleaned up after everything After everyone's in bed dreaming cinematic dreams My mother was the Meliae who nursed us on the honey sap As we learned to fight and love; make-believe in acid rain But all I want is Pop & Slim A carrying to summer sand A place of happy burials It's funny 'cause we never tan If someone said "Goliath's dead! They're carrying his bloody head!" I'd think about his little kid who wondered where his father went I've thought about a legacy and being part of all the books A shiny subject of debate; I've thought about a life that's free To break out of my boring skin, to whore myself out to the fire The pit of crackling atoms cries for me to kiss it all goodbye But all I want is Pop & Slim A carrying to summer sand A place of ocean choir song That'd eat us in a single bite If someone said, if someone said that David had another son I'd think of all the other ones; Who wants to live an awful myth? We don our costumes to look the same as each other As twisted, snake-bitten lovers I know roses and postcards will drip off the chain of our lifetimes Despite the caution we take Someday we'll have robots to tuck us in bed And we'll laugh at their shells as we learn how to fade But all I want is Pop & Slim I cross my heart and open hand To be a better man than that I'll tend the garden as you plan If someone said that "God is dead! Do you wonder what the stories meant?" I'd think about the two of them; can someone say ouroboros?
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One Possible Answer 04:08
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Somewhere there's a tango where our souls can reconvene But I'm not much of a dancing queen... Nowhere is there evil—there is only the obscene But there's a lot I've yet to see... So I guess we'll dance in Hades Moonlight is an ego painting all that we possess In the brilliant hue of first caress Sunlight is a gavel making all of us undress Lining up from worst to best In the streets of fading ladies Now I'm in the field at dawn— yoga nidra Watching things just as they are I am but a traveler Statuary stand on guard, I'm alone there There's the iron gate to love Or whatever it is you wanna call it It's around us, it's above us Sometimes when I'm staring at the gems the pageant holds Some friendly glasses rimmed with gold... So I hope they bless the babies Now I'm in the field at dawn—yoga nidra Watching things just as they are I am but a traveler See the blossoms through the bars in the morning I had the key all along Now quickly as the sun breaks, to my Ajna I'm above us, I'm above us I can see for the first time Green light on my spending, got my muscles looking lean But I'm afraid to hear "In Dreams"...

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released August 23, 2019

Recorded at Electrical Audio in Chicago, IL and at Home, MD from May 2018-January 2019.
Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Thomas "Teddy" Thornhill
Assistant Engineering from Jon San Paolo
Mastered by Dave McNair
All artwork by our friend Tim who takes commissions at @officialtimothy (Instagram)


All songs written by Alex Baughman and Andrew Baughman (ASCAP)
Published by Twoday Fourday Seaday Songs (ASCAP)

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