Last Rites of a Living Legend

by Cartoon Weapons

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This is the debut record by Cartoon Weapons.
Concerning the events of our last days in town,
"All straining such tall eyes..."
and so forth

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released May 28, 2015

Copyright © 2014 Cartoon Weapons. All Rights Reserved.
Garrett Gleason: guitars and loops, vocals
Zack Be: bass, vocals, keys
Will Wadsworth: drums and percussion
Production, mixing, & mastering: Zack Be
Sound engineering: Zack Be, Will Wadsworth, Trevor Nierendorf, Randall Mentzos (8)
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Track Name: WTLFO
WTLFO
Behind the/ Behind plaster, after bedtime
We listened, just listened: we’re children learning lies.
What big words! Such big words that barely try to hide
A fight that/ A fight we hope our house survives

I’ll stand in the dark and learn about mid-life,
Well it’s lonely in here but lonelier outside
Why fight if you’re just gonna let indiscretion slide?
When I grow up is this where I’ll arrive?

I’m sleeping
No really
Don’t believe me?
I did it for you.

I’m sick of hearing my name between the lines
And walking to school still tangled in their vines.
I’ll see the stains of strained kids’ mirrored binds
When I grow up I’ll leave all this behind.

I’m watching the light go on and off
The fact that they share us? Not enough
And purple specs will take their place
And give me comfort just in case…

So: “Later/ my gator. Sorry, gotta fly”
Missed Monday!
My Monday
Disappearing on game night

Proud Mothers and fathers and lovers intertwined
Warped web of wanting what they left behind.

I’m sleeping
No really
Don’t believe me?
I did it for you.

I’ll stand in the dark and learn about mid-life,
Well it’s lonely in here but lonelier outside

I’m watching the light go on and off
The fact that they share us? Not enough
And purple specs will take their place
And give me comfort just in case…
Track Name: Tall Eyes
Tall Eyes
Bigger bite than boy could chew, the sprawl’s a one way door
Works a corner out of need, then -

On his knees but pleas don’t speak past such tall eyes

Stuck between the gnashing teeth of city streets and holes
Tender boy admits defeat the fresh meat always spoils
Licking dripping concrete chops – it swallows our boy whole
Just admit that you fucked up turned…

One wrong right now sleeps beneath run-down high rise
Promises of problems fixed? Smells such bald lies
It won’t sleep prey’s too sweet and such soft prize
Boy missed all of this behind tall eyes

Good David thought he could “make it” found his drug gonna die young
Dear Sandy picked a bad alley couldn’t really run gonna die young
Meet Caryn what’s she repairing? poison her skin gonna die young
We all might follow an instinct but more than one always die young
All straining such tall eyes

… One one one one
One wrong right turn rewrites all our lives
Promises all of this will reprise
Don’t sleep stay on your feet chase some prize
Don’t miss all of this behind tall eyes

Well Esther feeling peer pressure challenges the sea gonna die young
This Taylor kills kin in anger and turns himself in gonna die young
Our boy whom city lights lied to spiraling out gonna die young
We all might follow his instinct and more than one always dies young
All straining such tall eyes
Track Name: Asphalt Anomie
Asphalt Anomie
Sorry, let’s be honest/ Honest?/ Empathy for every life’s a lie
No more will I stomach all these tales of tears the Anchor whores belie
Never met this Cory, but he’s gone now that’s his story, gory pointless pain, why am I attached?
Turns out he was right here, just a mile from where we talked about Last Rights

Normally I ignore fear-mongering reports – Who has time for every soul?
But this one’s proceeding, triggering such earnest thoughts
Take my word away

I’ve said it once and again and again and again, no yield
History is a slaughterhouse you can’t cry at every meal
We make Cory something more than cheerful loose abuse on channel 9
Not just one more stat; faux blotter of chaos caked streets pearl whites invite
Instead I hold him up to say a part of me will find a way to suffer bleakest breaks of day with pride
We’ll stand outside moral outcry, [those] nervously complacent while they watch

They can stand and abhor, but disagreeing will reinforce: this was the final reward
They don’t have to like it we’ll be fine out on our own
Take my words away

I’ve said it once and again and again and again, no yield
History is a slaughterhouse you can’t cry at every meal

Anxious calls came through, this dialogue engrained:
Will’s mom: “You’re not the victim!”
And my mom: “Did you hit him?”
See it’s closer to us than they’ll bother to believe
A reason to remember someone
I have never even seen
Cory’s not my friend, we’re not so insincere
But he’s a part these ideas, secure
In songs he’ll never hear
I’ve said it once and again and again, no yield
History is a slaughterhouse
And you can’t cry at every meal

Take away time
I’ll be here wasting face and time
Track Name: Crawlspace
Crawlspace
We've built forts,
They've just come up too short.
Tried to overbuild
Without enough support.
They're tumbling outward, and crumbling after.
We build forts,
The kind that you distort.
We’ll Try to overbuild
To meet demands for more.
They're tumbling outward, and crumbling after.

It seems as though your plans have foiled once again.
Well, it takes some time to spin outward and coil back in.
You say you're not in need of repair when you decompose and hang on by a hair.
I've made it make some sense, you don't need to make amends.

You wanted to be
Someone else completely.
So you try to survive
On pictures and white wine,
But you're coming up short
And you've got no more support.
So you're crawling and I'm laughing while you crawl,
'Cause you never really built your crawlspace at all.

Mister 'Missed Her fixed her blister, and I'm pouring out.
You try to make my words wash away, but they harden as they sit and get better with age.
I've made it make some sense, no need to tie loose ends.
Your word got legs and walked away, and mine's carved into the tree that made the page.

You wanted to be
Someone else completely.
So you try to survive
On pictures and white wine,
But you're coming up short
And you've got no more support.
So you're crawling and I'm laughing while you crawl,
'Cause you never really built your crawlspace at all.

We build forts,
They just come up too short.
We'll try to overbuild
'Till we can build no more.
Track Name: Last Rites of a Living Legend
Last Rites of a Living Legend
Forget the anecdotes, they’re the enemy
Forget the words I stole from days of infamy
Now alone I own haggard histories
That’s why I’ve shined so, and others withered

Feel like a liar, what’s real’s been unwound and weighs me down now
Tell me why I’m suffering a childhood memory; I’m lying… Punished by the words, her words

The accolades I’ve earned form this entity
That chips away at my soul, always eroding me
And all the world’s naïve for choosing to believe in me

Feel like a liar, what’s real’s been unwound and weighs me down now
Tell me why I’m suffering a childhood memory; I’m lying… Punished by the words, her words

The shame in owning lives – plucked and plagiarized
And that of spinning webs; post picaresque happiness
Don’t contradict your feed: It’s all anyone will ever see

Feel like a liar, what’s real’s been unwound and weighs me down now
Tell me why I’m suffering a childhood memory; I’m lying… Punished by the words, her words

Feel Like a Liar/ what’s real’s been unwound/ and weighs me down now
Track Name: Short Mouth
Short Mouth
Tall eyes, short mouth
As dim lights, don’t shout
Take away the cash
And the needs shift about
Track Name: Last Rights of a Living Leg End
Last Rights of a Living Leg End
Write it off as one
One of those stories that make you mourn
You’ll see that…
Dwelling on your sorrow?
It doesn’t wake Cory up tomorrow
Or fix me, anyway

We’ll all take a last right,
But mine’s not this time

Put it in reverse
Blocks away we heard a soul dispersed
Last steps
Had his name revoked
I’ll match no turns and just remain unknown
You’ll see that…

We all take a last right,
But mine’s not this time
I won’t take this mess
It was just a minor incident
I’ll wait for you to
Come back and see warnings in lights
Don’t let his last rights
Be kept inside
Track Name: Any Robot But You
I’ll take my chances
With any robot but you
Go away little robot

“All lucky Saints and Sinners
And every soul who’s ever sighed [Answer me this]
Are you prepared?
Because they feel no fear and they feel no pride
No need for praise, no ears no eyes
A synthetic testament to human endeavors
Devours our lives and lingers forever
These circuit-bent benefactors, sized
For reporting notes and storing lives
They have no sense of disaster
No purpose without a man or a Master
But answer me this, Answer me this!
Who is it that rings who whom?
Tethered to notifications and virtual rooms
You’re being called back, and called back soon”