WSTLND

by DSGNS

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released 03 January 2012

Recorded, mixed & mastered by Keith Hernandez, all music and words by DSGNS. Design and layout by Daniel Maldonado

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Track Name: Thousand Yard Stare
What if we could return from the dead? What if we could take back what we left behind with our decaying hands? Make faces turn white, eyes roll back while maggots fall from our truthful mouths. Preserved in our state our wounds still intact. We could turn the world into a frenzy. I try to make sense, I try to be coherent. Take back what we left behind with our decaying hands. Make faces turn white, eyes roll back while maggots fall from our truthful mouths. I can say with a grin on my face that I know who I am. Can you say that you know who you are? Preserved in our state, our wounds still intact.
Track Name: Champagne Man
Confused and consumed, people tend to lose themselves. Going through existence, not learning anything. Keep looking down. Keep looking down. The gutter is swelling up to your knees, you'll get it together, you'll shock everyone. Buy into it, sell in a few. Over and over we've seen it before. Come to find out, in a world of no secrets, everything you've known is all a fucking hoax. I'll rest my head in obscurity, pull the hearts out of every bad day. I'm a Champagne Man on an aerosol budget. The gutter is swelling up to your knees, you'll get it together, you'll shock everyone. I'll rest my head in obscurity, pull the hearts out of every bad day. Roam with the androids or throw lightening in the sky. My imagination precedes me. Hold onto creativity like a misfit badge of honor. Desperately trying to forge a Hollywood ending.
Track Name: John Doe #2
Paranoid with rattled bones. This room is bugged they speak in code. Everyone is watching you. Feed into it and self fulfill. The rest of us don't get it, yeah. We're all just slaves is that correct? But they're just men in clear suits. Ambiguous entities lurking around invisible corners. The lies are lies on top of lies. Who do you trust? A wise man once said, "it's all in your head". And I know that's it's true- life is fun when you have suspicion, it's fun wrought with tension. In a world so boring, we can only pretend we're being chased. Conspiracy is everywhere.