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Last Rites of a Living Legend

by Cartoon Weapons

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1.
WTLFO 05:16
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…
2.
Tall Eyes 05:05
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
3.
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
4.
Crawlspace 04:21
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.
5.
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
6.
Short Mouth 04:00
Short Mouth Tall eyes, short mouth As dim lights, don’t shout Take away the cash And the needs shift about
7.
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
8.
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”
9.

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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..."
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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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