Instantly Black the Goodness

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1.
Flesh Rebels
2.
3.
02:44
4.
Rust in August
5.
02:01
6.
Numbed Monotony
7.
Instantly Black the Goodness
8.
Forget Your Endless Longing
9.
New Lutheran
10.
Psalm Exploder

credits

releases August 25, 2017

Dérive is:

Brendan Blendell - Banjo, Bass, Guitar, Vocals
Paul DeGrandpre - Drums
Greg Nahabedian - Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Vocals
Paul Schmelz - Guitar, Alto Saxophone, Vocals

Recorded May 2017 at Silver Bullet Studios.
Engineered and mixed by Chris Teti.
Mastered at Sun Room Audio

Art by Connie Sgarbossa
Text by Greg Nahabedian
Lyric booklet by Greg Nahabedian

Thanks: Boy Nirvana, Noah Jacques, Derek Pyle, Dana Lockwood, Chris Teti, Hampton/Sarah/Zack/Olesya, Michael Siebert, Mia Soza, Jordan Perkic, Perennial, Space Camp, Half Cloth, DRUG

Lyric references:

FLESH REBELS

"Pour old wine into a new bottle" - Marty Ehrlich
"Flesh rebels" - from John Adams' opera, "Nixon in China"
"Fresh beginnings for fresh sins" - from Britten's opera, "Peter Grimes"
"Tropical storms..." from John Adams' opera, "Nixon in China"
"The glory of God is a human fully alive" - St. Irenaeus
"Shake out the earth" - from John Adams' opera, "Nixon in China"
"Let the heart burst" - from John Adams' opera, "Nixon in China"
"Your phony Clash mania has bitten the dust" - from "London Calling" by The Clash

FRESH BEGINNINGS FOR FRESH SINS

"Fresh beginnigs..." - from Britten's opera, "Peter Grimes"
"Hey bloodsucker" - from "Damn Bloodsucker" by Jaks
"Life shouldn't be about putting up walls" - from "Walls" by Detonate

DIEGO GARCIA

"Diego Garcia" - the military black site in the Indian Ocean
"Our life was slow, food grew heavy in the sun" - Adrian Mitchell
"First they tried to shoot the dogs" - David Vine

RUST IN AUGUST

"Start spreading the news" - Sinatra's "New York, New York"
"These vagabond shoes are longing to stray" - Sinatra's "New York, New York"
"I made it here so I can make it anywhere" - Sinatra's "New York, New York"
"It seems to me that I am eating memories" - Baudelaire in "Un Hémisphere dans une chevelure"


WITCH DANCE

"A bird's heart still beating" - from Dvorak's opera, "Rusalka"

NUMBED MONOTONY

"How our picture frames are like the axis of the globe" - from "All Things Considered" by The Mad Conductor

INSTANTLY BLACK THE GOODNESS

"I cover it up with a laugh or two..." - from "It's No Use" by Silent Distortion

FORGET YOUR ENDLESS LONGING

"Out of love for the truth..." - Martin Luther
"I have held many things in my hands..." - Martin Luther

PSALM EXPLODER

"Like a fish cast out..." from Vonnegut's "Cat's Cradle"
"Shake hands. Shut up. And walk up the mountain" - Charles Ives

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Track Name: Fresh Beginnings for Fresh Sins
Think about today
I woke up coughing blood in a dead sweat
Think about today
Exchanged my soul for my self respect
Hey bloodsucker.
Think about today
I woke up coughing blood in a dead sweat

Today’s sin felt like taking off my skin
To make a dark burrow that I can hide away in

Wrap me up. Smash me up. Tie me up. Chew me up.

And so first I was beaten and bruised like a banged up stray washed in first thing in the morning and there you were, hair draped gracefully in front of your eyes like an overcast sky blasted into fragile eggshell white and you said to me:

I often dream that the world is an out of the way town
The doors are unlocked and the shades are never pulled down
Crashed my life inside a desert gown
Poured something wet into the arid ground
I am so lost and
You are so found

Tied me up
Into a whitewashed memory
Where I was once the hero
And once the enemy
Rack them up
Set them up
Watch them all fall
But life shouldn’t be about putting up walls

Wrap me up. Smash me up. Tie me up. Chew me up.
Wind me up. Fuck me up. Trash me up. Break me up
Curl me up. Bash me up. Mash me up. Crush me up.

I always looked but you were never around
Packed my bags and said I’m leaving town
I am so lost and
You are so found
Crashed my life inside a desert gown
Poured something wet into the arid ground
I am so lost and
You are so found
Track Name: Diego Garcia
Lukewarm beer and Sunday bells
Flamingos dance on shotgun shells
Skirts adorned with broken teeth
Dead thoughts crunch beneath your feet
Lukewarm pools in which to bathe
Charred up trees and blood stained lakes
Luau roasted coconut hand grenades

Our life was slow
Food grew heavy in the sun
And we knelt and prayed
Until the day was done
We lived in the Sun
And then we died in the Sun
And a dark wind blows

First they tried to shoot the dogs
Under pitch black skies and late fall frost
A foundation of busted hymens
Built his home while
Diego sings from a blood red throne
“If a dark wind blows, then make it so”

You see him strutting and you know he’s the man
He puts the keys in your hand
Don’t tell them what I told you.
Used to have dreams of warm sex in the sand
Don’t tell them what I told you.
You see the swagger in the way he stands
When he calls out a death march and strikes up the band
Don’t tell them what I told you.
Used to dream of living with the land
Don’t tell them what I told you.
Track Name: Witch Dance
We live in the governor’s mansion and nest inside the walls
And our ears stick out from the French bay windows like gutted waterfalls
We live in the governor’s mansion like napalm in the walls
And our tentacles snake through central air vents and line up in darkened halls

Go out your three car garage?
Keep fucking in the dresser drawers?
Tear the hair out by the roots?
Bathe your kids in rotting fruit?

Sell your fantasies to 5th ave rags?
Go down in the flames of a burning flag?
Sink into the basement and melt in the rust?
While my little life chars itself to dust.

A bird’s heart still beating
And a dew drop still dripping
A non-region specific inflection
And a fear monger who can rig an election

Shoveling sludge into the crotch of my dreams
Until a bedroom sigh becomes a midnight scream
Watch my skin melt like plastic charred black
And then it sizzles with the squeal of a freeway crash

A pirouette or a pas de trois
A foxtrot to make your skin crawl
Did you see the way I can dance through the rain?
Between all the drops and through all the pain

Which dance is this? Which dance is this?
Which dance is this? Which dance is this?
Which dance is this? Which dance is this?
Which dance is this? Which dance is this?

We live in the governor’s mansion
And slide apart in microwaves
One more week and I’ll explode
In the aftermath of a hurricane
One more week and I’ll explode
To dance in the dance of my shadow
One more cut for the poor and alone
One more week and I’ll explode

A racist and imperialist voter base will
Build up the borders and lock up the gates
Like a lottery wheel still spinning
Now our kettle is brimming

A pirouette or a pas de trois
A foxtrot to make your skin crawl
Did you see the way I can dance through the rain?
Between all the drops and through all the pain

Which dance is this?