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Song Foundry 3​-​Pack #015

by Skyscape

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One last time now, I see her naked body laid out before me Once appealing, it now turns my stomach to look upon her form Her body so mangled and her skin so torn Like someone who's had to die before they ever had a chance to be born When the sky has opened up All the colors flooding through Planets pushed out of the way Over velvet tides of blue Deep and heavy, black and gray Wires sparking underground Ocean seeping into cities And I laugh as I am drowned. I could have told her, I could have warned her it would turn out this way I could have screamed it, but she'd never listen to a single word I say I could have told her, I could have warned her it would turn out this way I could have screamed it, but she'd never ever hear a single word I say When the sky has opened up All the colors flooding through Planets pushed out of the way Over velvet tides of blue Deep and heavy, black and gray Wires sparking underground Ocean seeping into cities And I laugh as I am drowned. Birthday dungheap, my mom's cooking It's another fine ride in a car with wheels and radio Gone to the zoo, be back in five minutes, baby Sit on my knee - I'm Santa. When the sky has opened up All the colors flooding through Planets pushed out of the way Over velvet tides of blue Deep and heavy, black and gray Wires sparking underground Ocean seeping into cities And I laugh as I am drowned.
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Your shoe kicked Sunday chores Six-pack snores Think my time is yours? Showering with my crew In my suit They take a bath with you Rub-a-dub my spleen Salmonella in my coffee pot Your coddled laxity Brought this on Now I'm throwin up Break your fuckin balls Break your balls Break your fuckin balls Gimlet-eyed and cross Such a boss A crunchy slug of first frosts Toiled for your mom Heard her yarns Of the banes and balms I guess your squealing nuts Sang their last A cankered end zone Icky dance A filthy rag in your mouth It's time to cheer this ballsy rout! Break your fuckin balls Break your balls Break your fuckin balls Your shoe kicked Sunday chores Six-pack snores Think my time is yours? Showering with my crew? In my suit They take a bath with you I'll never make it out With a lout like you to move around Rent-a-tux with Luke Fuck you too You drizzle piss runt stumpy fool! Break your fuckin balls Break your balls Break your fuckin balls Break your fuckin balls How I annihilate your fuckin balls Where's your fuckin balls? He wants to know so's he can break 'em Break your fuckin balls Break your balls Break your fuckin balls What the fuck is this?
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about

2020 and 2021 weren’t good for much, but being homebound did allow me to sort through 30 years of old recordings, and unarchive tons of shelved and incomplete material.

And then finish that shit!

I am not really interested in doing “albums” anymore… holding music back until a dozen arbitrarily-linked songs are mixed and mastered and the stars and planets align. But at the same time, “singles” are kind of boring and “EPs” demand some degree of cohesion, and I don’t want to be boxed in like that. So here is what I offer you: THREE-PACKS

Remember those randomly-bagged multipacks of comic books they used to sell in toy and drug stores? You wouldn’t be able to see what was inside until you tore open the plastic, and the comics might be brand new or fifteen years old… it was just whatever happened to be laying around when they bundled it up. There was no thematic connection, no rhyme or reason to the collection, and one bag could even contain books from both Marvel AND DC. I was introduced to so many fun stories that way, and that is how I am going to introduce (or reintroduce) you to all of these songs.

This three-pack includes “Autopsy” (2010), a live performance of "Break Your Fuckin Balls” (2009), and "The Taste Of Colour” (1992). You can read more about each track if you click through to its page.

I’m not promising these three-packs in any regularly-scheduled fashion… and I’m not going to tell you about them in advance. When I feel like one is ready, it will just appear. They may have Skyscape/Hanslick Rebellion/Collider songs on them. All of my records from the past that are not currently available digitally will be represented, as well as material you have never heard, including brand-new stuff. But as far as I’m concerned, all of this music is new to most of the universe - and these are fresh versions of everything anyway, so I hope that in a way it will also be new to you.

Let’s have some fun <3
- Jed

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released June 10, 2022

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Skyscape Brooklyn, New York

Skyscape was formed long ago by Jed Davis, Dom Maltempi and Rob Hill. Lots of people joined the band. Some quit; most were fired. Skyscape continues.

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