Limited edition run of 100 (Unless you guys rapidly convince me otherwise! You read that right....CASSETTE!!! Pressed through NYC's own Cryptic Carousel.
The tapes will come with download cards and you'll still get to download the album to all of your favorite devices, but this album just felt musically and aesthetically like it belonged on something odd and nostalgic and a little old school. Plus, let's be honest you don't primarily really use your CD's beyond a download anyway and I needed something quirky and physically enticing! This is my first cassette release and it will be a limited run so pick them up now, only 100 available!!
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Caesium atoms are utilized in atomic clocks for accuracy as their decay rate is closest to our established "second". Interesting that "Seize" (reminiscent of "carpe diem") would phonetically be in the name of the atom we use to represent time. Life is fleeting. Be concerned with making a positive, unique mark and making the most of your limited time. Every date is the last time you'll live it.
lyrics
Been avoiding the mattress, try to live life tireless,
Instability, no traction, slide and skid when tireless,
I suggest cleaning up my act,
as I'm a mess,
maybe don't have an “act” to clean,
be yourself, don't be quite as stressed!
Every morning when I get dressed
and face the day,
Inquire, stretching “hey, what time is it?”
Sigh reminded I can make the statement
“although there's life in it, Time is death”,
I take a great lungful of air
fear with no comfort aware it all fades away.
Someone out there will make the claim,
“we have forever and a day,”
but we're forever getting chased
by our ending day,
at a neck breaking pace,
its a breath taking fate,
and it's several steps away!
I'm less afraid of
attenuating
progressive age,
heaven's gates,
or devil snakes,
and more petrified
of when I've left my life
I never lead my life
and let my life get defined
as collected waste
and never paved a legacy I left behind
to justify the months that I took up space.
Watch an atomic clock go on and on,
yet it never stays, nervousness, I stress and say
“I'm in a deficit and I've got debts to pay.”
I listen to my pocket watches' mocking “tock”
definitely set to detonate,
chronological bomb, but all in all
Life is not so hard, walk along
decorate it with the friends you make,
“Box of chocolates” Forrest thought,
life is sweet,
we are teeth, (we enjoy it then decay)
But I'm alarmed, life's a Wonka bar,
Some got tickets: the rest just ate.
Incessant ticking and in my restless days,
I long for eternity, like a resting 8.
but there would be no urgency
with time in an arrested state.
If seeking Elysium, see that “seize” is in
“Caesium Atom”s phonetics arranged
See us up and at em searching for peace,
Certainty and ease,
certainly uneasy
sure it's brief,
but life is worthwhile
I'll rest my case,
but I'll wrestle with this evidence displayed,
like:
“the value of anything ever gained,
is directly related to the effort made to attain it”
Consider the rich of you of lesser strain,
who only see your silver spoon of special grade
as an instrument or tool in a leisure state,
but those whose homes are tenant based,
in section 8 attending grades at an inner city school,
feeling miniscule would then be grateful,
to pawn that for a little food,
see how the perspective changed?
The minutes and seconds
we're given are precious,
presented with a finishing end,
that is set in stone,
is a fitting attempt
at a grave memo
to optimize life and accept that we're blessed so
I'll consider the grandfather clock's pendulum a metronome
supplying a rhythm
for my life decisions
to rhyme right against it,
wow, when that metaphor mind state's depicted
...I could start to like all the ticking,
As father time in a quantum court decides
the quandary of slovenly squandered life,
the qualms with sloth qualifies as chrono-crimes
He';; calmly wipe his minute hands across his eyes,
quartz watch design-framed face cauterized cogs combine,
roman numeral columns bind we columbine,
and he'll chuckle as he'll watch us die.
Drowning fast in an hourglass pitcher,
picture our quicksand it is dripping,
struggling in intangible physics,
cement in which we're frantically fishing,
rubbing this hurricane lantern persistently
counting back and wishing desperately,
to rewind this lamp/urn cistern of sediment,
no buttons, we're not on the set of Click,
getting younger, like we're Benjamin
but indeed, we'd be behind in a sense
indebted to our age as we're wiser and better,
experience fortifies until time has us rendered
senile and decrepit,
Alzheimer's // dementia all types of ineptness.
I hope I'm immortalizing benevolence,
successfully providing my genesis,
given guidance and lessened,
hurt, shed a light with my lessons,
perhaps be effectively resurrected,
survived through the memory
of an audience member
and then kept alive through my lectures.
Einstein addressed it
Despite a finite perspective
Of a pint sized
Pie slice percentage
“Time flies” it's said
That Timeline
skyline is endless
The minds eye's intense:
Hindsight presents
Highlights remembered
(Prime time events
where the lime light was shed and
the lifelike blight recollected,
fight nights regretted)
No eternal sunshine experiments
for your crimes or cryogenic
Sci fi inventions,
for the right price invested.
Just a lifeline that's ending
with the twilight of death.
Irate, mesmerized,
“There's no time” “it's depressing”,
I write, memorized:
“There's no time like the present”
Time's of the essence,
THERE'S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT.
Alright, repetitive!
but I'm terrified that I might forget it,
TIME'S OF THE ESSENCE
THERE'S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT!
starving for a taste of life:
I'd like some seconds...
Left-field rapper, slam poet, singer/songwriter, and author Bruce Pandolfo from Long Island.
Creating to connect. Obsessively exploring and creating art as healing and growing.
Deeply vivid/introspective lyrics populate this ambitious folk rock project. The arrangements span from mellow/minimal to rocking and grandiose. Consistently emotive, unique and sincere. Brilliance. AllOne
Progressive yet punk, aggro yet emotional. One of my favorite bands from Long Island and doing everything they can to live up to their name, raising money for causes and making badass music, AllOne
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I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree
