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I originally intended the full version of this album to include some covers, but Bandcamp's tos specifically states that you cannot put any up here. For now, head on over to www.reverbnation.com/edisoncarter if you haven't already, to get 'em.

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released August 24, 2013

personnel:

Edison Carter - vox, keys, programming, guitars, bitching
Errol Siegel - fancy electric guitars, motivational speaking

graphic design: e. carter
photography: ursula
heart extraction: anita star [https://www.facebook.com/anitastardarling]
blood fx: meredith johns [www.hawgfly.com]

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Track Name: two.brains
if we were two brains on a shelf
and that's all we ever were
i'd be next to her

eternally right by my side
it would be so divine
fusing thoughts and no words

after the gas
severed at last
under the glass

a crackling sound
and you'll never be down
'cause I'll always be around
synchronized by EEG
we vulcan mind meld instantaneously

underneath the glass you'd find
i'd have no teeth to grind
since you'd ditch other guys

we'd never have to dress or dine
it would be so divine
telepathically hers

after the gas
severed at last
under the glass

an electrified sound
and you'll never be down
'cause I'll always be around
synchronized by EEG
we'd vulcan mind meld instantaneously

i'll take your bad
habits and sad
faces and mad

in inner space
we'd just think of a place
where nothing like that ever happens
Track Name: angelika
angelika

where's my belly shirted girl?
with flawless abs, and golden hue?

where's my favorite webcam girl?
a mannequin that looks like you

skin like cocoa, or marble made,
a photoshopped haze

you've got 150% of my
devotion to your magical fishnet thighs
I can't keep all of you in mind, so I'm back online

I've no attention span my dear
I took the blue pill plan my dear
Forgetting how to stand, in here
It's getting dark outside I hear

statuesque and posted fresh,
in varied states of dress

hello! my name Angelika.
to me 28 years, I live in Russia;
I have seen your structure
Track Name: dissolving
lily only knows my name
because I sit around
to watch another whole day
go down with her

if i hand her the phone a certain way,
go "it's for you"
she won't ask who
it doesn't matter what i say

she looks right through her sister
and her daughter by the door
when I dress her up for dinner
six o clock again

one step at a time we cross the room
it's not too soon to say enough
sit down and rest
it's all she's able anymore

hurry now, another day
is coming on you'll see it's
just a chance to know
exactly nothing - like she knew before

she is dissolving and there's nothing i can do
wish i was more than just good company and groceries
no stop to swirling out her life inside the glass
that is her headache stomach body losing mass
Track Name: 20/20
my vision's out of shape
because it's been so long
since i saw into you

i get all kinds of headaches
from comparing someone else's
blurry selves to what i knew

and my lenses are unclear
and their words are underwater
so I can't make out their anecdotal charms

that's why seeing into you sets off alarms

aligned and laser-checked and
i inspect them close enough
'till dawn

i rub my eyelids with a fist
and it gets misty from a distance - squinting;
then i'm gone

and my lenses still unclear
and their words all underwater
even if i gave a shit about their charms

that's why seeing into you sets off alarms
Track Name: perfect
my friends all tell me you're the best and you are,
you do everything that's right

it's all perfect seeming
all the boxes are checked
all criteria met

yet there's still something wrong with me
that I don't get
what's the matter with my chest

I try to tell you I'm wood inside
but you hold me to your magnetized breast

*

my friends all say what a sweetie you are,
you got an endless list of skills

I want to brag about your lips or your kindness,
or your g.p.a. that kills

and yet there's still something wrong with me
that I don't get
what's the matter with my head

and after all this time it should be so clear,
that's with nothing said

*

my friends all say you're the bomb and you are
you're as good as they can come

I keep looking for those little faults,
but I haven't found a one

and yet there's still something wrong
with me that I don't get
what's the matter with my chest

I try to tell you I'm wood inside
but you hold me to your magnetized breast