Impossible Exchange

by Surrounder

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I know that the world is owned they say it's been owned for all of time but grandma, what's the moon supposed to advertise? By the time I could see myself think I was full of concepts of images settling I look at 35 and hope I'm emptied of these lives They role out the new line choose from what you see they swear there's one that's right you they swear there's one that's right for me Surveyed All it takes is a little paint, you stay in the right lane the same paint for billboards the same paint to mark the safe passage to your heart from childhood to worker The patterned mind couples with the hive Does terror await me when I am emptied of images and specters with nothing left to reflect a human being when culture is industry reeling from the speed of its human assembly it's all sold, it's all bought, it's all stole, it's all fucked and so...
What sets me free when there's friends and drinks and where is it that I return to bear the brunt of the everyday without you all Whatever happened to how it used to be gathering around the fire, the table, the block what tears us all apart what stops before we start what domesticates our hearts All the models in corona ads mock our solitude it's sad 'cause it's true Loneliness commercialized as desire for the sexy life but what isolates us everyday can't be clicked or drank or shopped away Separated by a spectacular and empty unity but if you don't mind I'll be by your side
The Negative 02:50
Social ties over separate lives that were taught so some of us never can cross and share their spacious side Make a witches brew something else to do something new not what I was born into but what decides all womankind man's design remnants matricide Coming to be through norms they create we conform coming to be through pain we respond with our names I leave no trace by tracing it only deepens the mark
Potshot 03:28
Simple tactics I enlist in surveilled shoplift generation ask off work to protest deportation More wish I could do more ain't exactly got the numbers on my side Guess I'm still afraid to die such a small vote for such a huge life long sentence for such a small fire More wish I could burn more but I need wood to burn and wood to build and I'm going crazy standing still sometimes I think I'll flee but oh what overcomes me the only thing I've ever known Always already short of some place safe from what they made made up apocalyptic potshot takers tell me where we can meet up 'cause small town livin' ain't exactly filled with mobs and masses I was late to pay the rent so I had to do the drive through bank thing and I paint-bombed the ATM! and all the white realtors who run this town invaded another black neighborhood and we scared 'em out! last night I went out with my shit-talking drinking buddies and we said man, we should organize and we did! and we did! really, I just went to the bank I saw the signs I got a drink and lived my life Oh I need to try
Instead of simple lines complexified blurred beyond grip when my last injury completes me I'm impossibly exchanged for a mental image And I hope it haunts with love and gravity I've been haunted too by love and gravity Already, looking back it's just a story I know how to tell As the gate closes I tightly hold my stakes as they rise higher than clouds, to breathe I have to try unto me mine Beneath me the center can't hold anything to break my fall By the time I find your torch gone out I stumble in your darkness trying in vain to dry the wick I fear my own darkness stumbled upon our house lit for now through the same damn night
Winter years a whole era of winter year petrified vehicles in gridlocked streets the clock on the wall is a hanging circle And we forget what we came in the room for look around for something that rings a bell each object is coated in dystopian shine updated while we sleep The whole western world is Winnipeg for an age In the morning it's still dark outside


***2019 Askin' Off Tour***

8/7 - Pcola (Night Moves)
8/8 - Mobile (house show)
8/9 - Little Rock (EJ's)
8/10 - Memphis (Lamplighter)
8/11 - Indianapolis (Critterden)
8/12 - Chicago (The Owl)
8/13 - St. Louis (The Nest)
8/14 - Pittsburgh (Rock Room)
8/15 - Akron (The Matinee)
8/16 - Lancaster (Kaleidoscope)
8/17 - Harrisburg (Der Harrisburg Maennerchor)
8/18 - Philadelphia (TBA)
8/20 - Charlotte (Snug Harbor)
8/21 - Athens (Bombs Away)
8/22 - Valdosta (Valdosta DIY House)


released May 14, 2019

Carrie Leigh Rogers - Vocals, Noise Machine
Ty Cummings - Baritone, Vocals
Elise Moeller - Drums, Occasional Shouts

Recorded at Pine Motel in Pensacola, FL
and The DeLorean in Ft. Walton, FL
Tracked and mixed by Scooter Long <3
Mastered by NIck Dooley

Album art by Surrounder
based on a flip-phone photo by Travis Cummings (@Flip_FoeToe)




Surrounder Pensacola, Florida

Baritone guitar, drums, and microphones with people attached

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