Instantly Black the Goodness

by Dérive

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1.
Flesh Rebels 04:27
Wrap me in a blanket of your boring songs And suffocate me slow until I sing along I want to desire to desire to belong where I don’t belong Embalm the experience: Everyone on the dance floor’s got their phones at the ready so Embalm the experience Let’s call it something new. Pour old wine into a new bottle. Fresh beginning for fresh sins – sounds real good to me Embalm the experience I took a video of the band. They were a real good band and I made a real good video And that night we had some real good drinks and real good sex Embalm the experience While that video sits in a server in the valley Sucking up power from the roots and from the flowers Tropical storms will uproot the palms To light every single fuse and explode every single psalm Flesh rebels sing in rows of twos and threes Emancipate me from your electricity Screw it to the way that you swagger and talk. Forget about the taxi. I’m gonna walk. Screw it to the beds and the booze and the rock And the t-shirts and the posture and the empty talk Forget about the airplane. I’m gonna walk. Wrap me in a blanket of your boring songs I’m a flesh rebel. Damned until I sing along. Onward Christian soldiers singing Onward club drug soldiers singing Onward hookup soldiers singing Onward worship soldiers singing Onward Embalm the experience. I heard you the other night. Didn’t you say you want to curl up and die? But I told you that The glory of God is a human fully alive Embalm the experience of a busted heart Shake out the earth until every landmark falls apart Embalm the experience. Tropical storms will uproot the palms To light every single fuse and explode every single psalm So sing me a lullaby of slow moving rust Your phony Clash mania has bitten the dust Let the heart burst. Let the clenched fist strike the first blow Let the heart burst. Let the speakers blow your ear drums so that everyone will know Screw it to the way that you swagger and talk. Forget about the taxi. I’m gonna walk. Screw it to the beds and the booze and the rock And the t-shirts and the posture and the empty talk Forget about the airplane. I’m gonna walk. Screw it to the melting frozen rock. Once lit on fire but just a frozen block Forget about the rocket ship. I’m gonna walk. We could be much more than four chords and lo-fi snores But the ‘related artists’ button on your favorite streaming service Has got you believing that the latest 90’s rip off is a radicalized statement And you’re writing boring songs to sell someone else’s product And no matter what today’s slogan is you’re still sitting in their pockets.
2.
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
3.
Diego Garcia 02:44
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.
4.
August has me Tied up in the trunk of a speeding car I used to love and get down in the rust And now I’m a portrait of slow moving dust No rain. No stars. No wheels. No bars. No stops. No starts. Start spreading the news. I’m leaving today. I can’t be a part of this. I won’t be a part of this. These vagabond shoes are longing to stray If I bind my heart to wonder. If I bind my heart away from sin I made it here so I can make it anywhere I just need the right page to begin I tried to Wash it clean In the rain By the rocks But then she fell so far far far far far away from me It seems To me that I am eating memories Go past the egg white page into a fragile sky And send me to sleep with your rusty lullaby No skies. No stars. No stops. No starts.
5.
Witch Dance 02:01
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?
6.
Sometimes I think about my happy sober life like a car stalled out on the side of the Massachusetts turnpike. Like the ones I see when I’m driving east from Westfield back towards the sea. Wrap me in a blanket made of your boring life But the numbing monotony of night after night won’t light my darkness and it won’t fix my life. My evil twin speaks in cryptic codes: How I’ve been more concerned with work and books And you’ve been more concerned with sex and looks And how our picture frames are like the axis of the globe I’m never going home
7.
When I got back from the dust It felt like my body swelled and my head shrunk The scent is subtle but I can smell it distinctly The dry stench of the desert stays with me Like a car whose guts broke and sprung a leak And left the road black and shiny and sleek With oil and sludge and the stink of the week My heart feels slicker than that and yet more weak When I got back from the dust it sounded like this: Back from the dust and a business meeting like: Back from the dust and it sounded like: Back from the dust: I often dream that the world is an out of the way town The doors are unlocked and the shades are never pulled down Slipped my life into a desert gown I am so lost and you are so found Is that my slit throat singing? Is that my cancer blooming? Is that my first life spinning? Is that my slit throat singing? I cover it up with a laugh or two While my true intentions I do not show And I’m driven to insanity by the things I do not know I’m a flesh rebel singing onward singing fuck me into the black horizon singing Nice dress nice blouse open wound singing I try my best to keep my head Try my best to keep my mind but it’s no use Didn’t you see the news today? Airfields bombed and we celebrate I always think my comfort is here to stay but We’ll all blink and then we’ll melt away I was staring at the window just counting stones Praying that God would leave me alone Awake all night but clinging to hope In spite of the good at the end of your rope Is that my mansion burning? Is that my stomach turning? Is that my death sense tingling? Is that my slit throat singing? Is that my slit throat singing? Is that my cancer blooming? Is that my first life spinning? Is that my slit throat singing?
8.
Out of love for the truth and the desire to bring it to light One more week and I’ll explode One more week and we’ll all explode Or we lie facedown on the side of the road One more week and I’ll explode Two more weeks and I’ll explode Three more weeks and I’ll explode This one’s the tipping point. This one’s the motherlode but One more month and I’ll explode I have held many things in my hands and I lost them all. But whatever I gave to God, I still possess.
9.
New Lutheran 03:00
Come on brother Party with me at the temple of plagiarized songs I know we’d all rather die before we were wrong But let’s cut each other down to size and think a brand new thought Come on sister Pray with me at the church of the bleeding rock I know we’re all bound to fall while looking to be saved Everyone here is welcome to kneel down and praise What the world needs now is a new Lutheran What this scene needs now is a new Lutheran Come on brother Aren’t you sick of this water? I miss the dust. Sprinkle my ashes with the rocks and the rust And encase my soul into your blind trust Come on sister This one’s a sin I can wear proudly in my skin We’ll stay up all night to mitigate the slaughter Of my poor wife and music’s poor daughter And in the morning we’ll take up the hammer and nails Wander empty hallways before we find your stale Practice space door for your shitty band And tack up our thesis for your priests to read it What the world needs now is a new Lutheran What this scene needs now is a new Lutheran One more week and I’ll explode One more week and we’ll all explode Or we lie facedown on the side of the road One more week and I’ll explode Two more weeks and I’ll explode Three more weeks and I’ll explode This one’s the tipping point. This one’s the motherlode but One more month and I’ll explode
10.
I often dream that all the world is a little New England town The doors are unlocked and the shades are never pulled down Where I was selling popcorn at the county fair Blinked two or three times but you never saw me there Washing and erasing psalms before I’d write them down again Take faith in this tired gospel I often dream that all the world is a town where no one knows me And I’m working in the garden while my wife is reading poetry Before I’m sucked back into a vortex of steel stained oil black In a 9 AM rush hour highway panic attack Everything bad went instantly white And then everything good went instantly black When my heart split with the stench and the sound of a freeway crash Take faith in this tired gospel One day. One week. One month. One year. Not enough time to erase my fears. Take faith in this tired gospel 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’m not in this for your respect I’d rather lie here dreaming Then be crippled by your lame regrets I’d rather lie here sleeping Embalm the experience Where’s the video of my band? Like a fish cast out from a flailing sea I gasped on land and became me Embalm the experience If I dance and sing real real good Please just let me sing you a lullaby of slow moving rust Your phony Dérive mania has bitten the dust Shake hands Shut up And walk up the mountain

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released 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 beginnings..." - 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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