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Episode 3- A Quick Win

by Spencer Segelov

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Once again I'm looking for support My data's called in sick despite all we're taught Gingerly pacing periphery this time forsooth Well thank you Vint & Bob and than you "future proof" They don't look back and we don't look back- and there's no way back to one system Disruption is a feature not a bug There was a time it's written before the Meme- When the world was run in hands of fewer men Now death watch of intellectual property law- Like whatever killed off the dinosaur They don't look back and we don't look back- and there's no way back to one system
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Starting wars to make a cause to start more wars You may think it cruel, but fossil fuel need renewal Suppressing the electric car. Fixing polls, planting moles, to keep the elected from infected. You think this a crime? We make the world run on time. We make the world run on time You may have your way but I'll get mine Climate change can be arranged just like Loose Change You say Hindenburg, Titanic iceberg was us at Bilderberg? We love internal rhyme. McCartney got too close, we defend first past the post-royal lizard hosts. Be vigilant citizen, we make the world run on time.
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At The Party 04:16
At the party, I see you, you smile, you're the best Then the drums go with feeling, this moves people to undress. Pour out my insides for a little while, it's just a likeness of human kind All I need to help pass a life, is success, wonderful success When the fee's paid, mind is made, hips lock to design Bass is porous, hearing fluid, as brainwaves make the choice Sieve out my insides for a little while, it's just a likeness of human kind All I need to help pass a life, is success wonderful success There are things to be seen and things at to be seen- When life is treading boards, in between the bores Well you got me doing step in time, you say 'jump' I say 'how high'? Dressing al la cart'ly, always at the party
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One thing is cerrtain- borderlines, contorted signs One thing is cerrtain- envelopes, faded hopes You know I love you- labeled homes, cabled moans One thing is certain Take me somewhere, I turn into someone other than me, I need to- Take me somewhere I turn into, someone other than me I need to One thing is certain- microwaves, have many graves Only the lonely, have time to chat, chew liver'd fat I've been to lonely, loose ends make boring friends Let's give each other, visiting hours, devolved powers One thing is certain Every job will involve filing, endless data synthesising Answer I'm quickly surmising, lucky me I'm enterprising We are fixing, fixing a crime, I am avoiding a felony fine Now time for standstill (though standing's alright) We are fixing, fixing a crime And if you care for nothing, pride in nothing, show me something
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Who decides when stock markets bend and then break? Garden fence gossip plants seeds that'll shake Poll the headless poultry for what to expect With memories of bad news, anchoring effect We all march to the pessimist light, in the dark lit by pessimist light Two by two by the pessimist light, sparking fuses with the pessimist light Forcasts self fulfill dour prophecy- Retrospectively gaining legitimacy Pseudo-cynically rabid pack bark and they bray Lazily tone 'this was best yesterday' When as a boy I had Werthers for free- Now Werther's effect worries society- Just one instance enough for base rate fallacy As selective memory filters (out) victory
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Safety in numbers, you test the mettle out of me You wine while whining and why about it Mass decisions make no sense, measured in pounds and pence- Distinct from a symphony Mass decisions'What's our motion, trajectory?' They cry 'CONSPIRACY!' Everything's running haphazard, in random yet tandem sands This hasn't been properly costed- But you can see how it could look like a plan Safety in numbers, a mass personality- The cracks begin to slow solvently so Then they telling me of teleology, when all there is would disagree Mass Decisions- Harum scarum, devil may care, a little too much Those that think that events are ordered- In magazines, semiotic glands How can they leave the house in the morning- Knowing that each morning is planned? [massive guitar solo] Safety in numbers, a fear of lost identity Quelled yells well in gelatine cells Have you heard the herd, think something quite absurd- Comparable to deity? Mass decisions- "grab our torches, going hunting' 'Somebody know the way?' In truth, we're just about picking up sticks- And coating this in meaningful sheen Yes people make the world run on their time Time is deus ex machina Random things, re-branded whims as meaningful limbs There is not a plan
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You conned CERN, they'd find you No mater how big they build it, no summit of limt, is within remit The noises about you keep growing Always knew- your smile could start a Race, a kiss a tidal wave Bad look an early grave, a touch becomes grace Always new- with paint and the pen the calligraphic men- Pontificate to ascend, but draw blanks and then... I don't know what you've been told A girl like you keeps an atheist whole Even when I'm shaking from a God that went so bad Now I'm going to persecute on your behalf- I'll be intolerant on your behalf Knowing what you do, is passion marsupial The choir around you keep growing The canon about you keeps growing We're shipping off to venerate, find an holy place- Fund an arms race, an extremist state Worshipping- the chattering class, attending your mass- Suppine help they ask, while singing 'Breaking Glass' In Sanctum of Deus Your face is forbidden fruit from the start Is it blasphemy to lust deity? I'd burn in infamy for a part Let me touch you like Jacob did Aperture induces rapture You always well-framed porcelain amber In situ- you belong at home, let the nomads roam- For Ark and Grail attone, my sweet Rosetta stone Institute- Eccumenical crew, weld the favoured few I will have no more before you Well idols come and idols go- I gave my God up long ago Like an older Testament, you're coming on so cruel I'll lobby to teach about you in schools I'm going to teach you in schools
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Do you know Fred Barnes? We all got our black sheep Your obsession pour homme, will end in lovers leap Many lives, we tried to be faithful Great scandal of our times Would houses abruptly receed? Left islanded empty? Idle? Would anger's null toxic youth overtly utter- 'I can't believe that we betrayed us' Great scandal of our times It's time to move above talking shop I'm always a man of full stop and always a great scandal of our times Human, I think I'm all too human, the way that I'm schooled is my ruin I know you get harder after encryption Compounded to this, I'm a head-onnanist I'm telling you straight, this smells only of sulphur
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There is a terror of low tide, bored abreviated confines Nasally quoting my lines Swallow pictures, a taboo or two- Feed the flames all sinews, it's not my place to annalyse The beating heart, when music starts- synthesise, aclimatise Waves upon waves, urbanite braves tear me apart it's a start What's worse than nothing to say? Battery rejects float the same, I just need a quick win I can't abide the repertoire, facts and figures abattoir Please understand this is a slight Here's a beating heart, a body of work I can be hard work- for me it's worse! I wrack my brains on trams and trains Wait for the spark, it's a start New things, looking out for new things I'm going to take you higher, free from your desire
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I'm taking my time, I don't think I get close to you I'm living a lie, I notice that you live one too I'm pushing my hide in face of indifferent success That's aloof unkind, at least I got ambition I'm taking my time you don't call so I have to do- Nothing but live this lie, it's almost like you want me too I'm praying 'Oh Line deliver me from negligence' It's taking it's time, I hate it I got ambition Ambition Terror rendition in stress position, as a provision I bring ambition All I need is the money to do it- give me the funds and I'll jump to it Cannot ignore your sarcasm Ambition No contrition, war of attrition incite sedition I bring ambition All your opinions are thousands of calories Weighing me down as you shout from the galleries A lazier man would just take the sallary I've fired my employers allegorically Ambition Consult staticians about my mission, as a tradition I bring ambition I'm doing long division ambition
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The Big Freeze, a pan global big frieze Vesuvius'd in captured pleas If thaw we shatter at the knees Ice breaker, a conversation killer The Big Freeze, we're paused paws in the Big Freeze Tabloid puns blow cold in breeze Celebrity endorses freeze I'm going outside, I may be a while Before my money freezes and I loose my rights Nothing like the feeling of green fingers...
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Think First! 03:19
Can't you see, I'm smart like a simile? But I'm bad to seed, with selfish greed Working out, filled with too little doubt- To see where logic leads, where summits meet Think First- before I tread on somebody Think First- before I cross my own line Think First- memory is a river Think First- I tend to forget each crime Think First- when I speak it's a gamble Think First- but with some gentle pre-amble I can think first Temper me before legalities-Finally ruin me The down and outs beacon with soldered shouts Recognise one of their kind Think First- before I cause a great scandal Think First- before 'local man gets blamed' Think First- prior to waking up naked Think First- a continuity mistake Think First- a witty line and a dress sense, will only get so far- I should think first
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Hands 03:30
You got me holding hands, you got me holding hands You said 'eyes up, wise up, got to keep the lies up' hands A secret's not to share, won't catch me unaware Size up, wise up, keeping the disguise up hands Other people know their limits, I'm always one step too far While resturanting all are critics, dressed by Harper's Bazaar It's hard to be civic, when civic's left ajar So you've got me walking hand in hand Bittersweet holding hands, but if this all goes to plan I'll get my reward, broadsword, his and his contoured hands We can only go so far, to come in under-par- I jettison my reticence, two feet plunge in 'look no hands!' Other people know their limits, I'm always one step too far While resturanting all are critics, dressed by Harpers Bizarre It's hard to be civic, when civic's left ajar So you're touching me with healing hands You caught me holding Hans, you caught me holding hands Eyes up, wise up you think I'd keep the lies up hands A futsure's not to share, won't catch me unaware Size up, wise up, no keeping the disguise up- He's touching me with healing hands Holding hands, holding Hans, holding Hans

about

From Mertzbow to Madonna

Following on from rock and chamber pop albums (Episodes 1 & 2), Spencer McGarry returns with a synth pop third. Originally intended as a partly instrumental album influenced by cerebral electronic music, and also noisy, glitch soundscapes, what eventually emerged was a collection of 80's influenced pop, married with the music of Nintendo games.

The intention was always to produce the opposite of the last album, something obviously synthetic and lacking warmth. Thus, Episode 3 is a break from the previous incarnation (an almost double album behemoth of densely orchestrated musical pop), but it also feels like a continuation of the two albums that have gone before, with the energy and conciseness of Episode 1 and the layered sounds and unexpected, abrupt changes of Episode 2, all shot through with strong melodies and a sense of the absurd.

Songs deal with shallow people (At The Party), pro-illuminati rhetoric (We Make The World Run on Time), incomprehension at negative speculation (The Pessimist Light), obsession with a girl which becomes a violent religion (These Things in Your Name) and excessive boredom (One Thing Is Certain, I Can Be Hard Work)

Working with synths and keyboards in 2011, with long standing collaborators Sweet Baboo (who produced, mixed and engineered) and Avvon Chamber on drums, Spencer played and sang on the album himself, burned out from working with such a large group of musicians previously.

By turns ambitious and also directly simple, cold and humorous, Episode 3 is further insight into the eclectic mind of Spencer McGarry.

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released July 23, 2012

Engineered & Mixed By Stephen Black
Written, Arranged & Performed by Spencer McGarry
Drums- Avvon Chambers
Mastered by- Donal Whelan at Hafod Mastering
Drum programming on #2 & #3- Luke Taylor
Image- Kirsten McTernan

Dedicated to Kioji Kondo

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