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The Pyramid is Circular

by Jeremy Ruggles

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1.
The south wind came for the others, and left you and I about to discover, the battle of passion and time, war crimes, war crimes, war crimes A felony charge hunted for a youth, and it found you, not fulfilled by a life spent as surplus, Because darling we are imprints, and our parents they were imprints, capitalists from the cradle, born ready and able, to sell your smile for shelter, But you said you were guided by the light of a spark, in the permanent dark, a friend in the permanent dark, Are you flying or are you landing? Are you flying or coming down? Old companions, did you ever leave the ground, So i'll strum chords that you've heard before, and sing a melody for the nostalgia sore, so eager for a story, you're all waiting for a story
2.
Sore about the state of romance, in the 21st century, your control over each muscle is staggering, the hustle of belief long shattered what we mean, You'll say you want to die a thousand times, until the sound of each syllable molds upon your mind, until the sound of each syllable is a place holding zero, A simple conversation is inhuman, they're all clients and superiors, and you'll shovel and shovel a tidal wave of working days, until you bleed away each memorable swell, Confectionery lover, step into the incandescent light, taste all the muted flavors, your social class has to offer, the city is full of daughters after all, the city is full of daughters after all
3.
Ninth Wave 02:48
Classify another decade dear, i'm washing it's scent from my skin, In daydreams bracing for the 9th wave, Telephone rust sticks to your romanticized cassettes, an election of privilege but you already know that, you were sold that and sold that and sold that, There's another bullet in that body beneath the eternal flame, coup or not we're still bought and sold, we're still bought or sold, we're still bought if sold Did you come this far to make your stand here? For your songs demanding sustenance and, your conducting commerce with your tears, Because novelty is oppression and tradition is a market, a rhyme is easily predicted, big words obviously scripted and honesty too cryptic, I used your illusion, my appetite for agent orange slips into the estuaries, of the hastings and we'll linger in the ninth wave
4.
Cult Symbols 02:59
Morgan illustrates the least anxious gold rush plans, and just one friend could be a driver, a single verb could shower a day in overkill, It's still indefinite if we'll leave a chance for history, to romanticize our ways of living, the asphalt roads are our ambassadors, Cue a home on fire, cue a compassionate choir, and the obedient zeitgeist, demands that I sing alone, in a binary voice But i've got hope reserved for 2012, and the changing of the periods, could it slip from mysterious, to a generation voiced in unison, Cue a home on fire, cue a compassionate choir, and the obedient zeitgeist, demands that I sing alone, in a binary voice
5.
Beating it back and it's five lovers later, you caved at the same line, oh dissonant destiny, fate's hedge is a white wine, The famous solitude like strangers, forever disjunct in their genders, confirmation addict, simple and bombastic, You can't evolve, you can't evolve, you say you can't evolve here, a cycle, a path, and the aftermath, What is a fair trade anyway, when you've got the printers and the press, and profits without regrets, Conversationally dangerous, trust spoken in dialect, intimidating I must confess, What do your secrets substitute? What do your secrets substitute? When the moon beams on the right face, in my place I am put scrawling words
6.
Let the day's scenario fixate, oh those eyes, those bleary guns, was it sex that you feared? when you perceived these bells into existence with a collaborators finesse, you never had to exit, the part was always yours, the acceptance was a prize, just the acceptance was a prize, We hurdled through the gates and it was so sincere, will this taboo forever haunt you? The skin came like rain, draining across the flame, freezing your fame, expectant but not the same, oh please deviance split the blame, How do you balance two series of transcendental waves? Does this feeling have a voice?
7.
Your home was last seen on a chart, dwindling against the investment winds, now you belong to your books, and the human skin attached to your bones, is a political fact to be overthrown, says your boss' boss' boss who is made of paper, So here's a ghost floating from the speakers into the unknown, sowing thoughts you formed before and disarmed, the violence you bear witness to, submission advertised in pairs, meek and vulgar diffuse into despair, their culture's interest is not bilateral, Spirit did we crush you with our currency, all those zeros and not one single guilty plea, and your take it was none, instead they gave you ice and guns, luxury and plutonium, king's mind and queen's disease, they left you shouting bring back the factories, how sad So here's a ghost floating from the speakers into the unknown, aviating art without owners in street drones, your daddy was bought with dollar signs, but verbal consent is something you could not afford, resist on your own accord, their culture's interest is not bilateral
8.
You can't sleep without the TV stream, the screen pleading for your attention, from a studio in suspension, New York it made the message, Above the streets they flood with possessions, the fences of class they made for protection, behind microphones the state pleads for order, wired to a screen over every shoulder, you shed light, you shed light, I know it's hard to care, it's a surplus affair, and they sell bullets everywhere, You can't compete with the guns of a soldier, oh public officer my respect is misleading, whom you serve was never breathing, you took new masters when funds were fleeting, liquid green floating through cables, laid across the ocean, carrying tickers and buy orders, prince algorithm across the border, you shed light, you shed light, I know it's hard to care, it's a surplus affair, and they sell bullets everywhere
9.
Too tired, too tired, at the age of 24, a paper castle in the desert waiting for the dawn, and the gravity of guilt, abstaining at the gates during the golden age of consumption, here's a musical severance for last week's blunder, I hope you understand the goal was not much further, Do you like the hard drugs or the soft ones? Are you looking to symphonize commodities? Or are you new to this part of town? A stranger born walking and dodging conflict, Sin was last nights order of debate, your amateur arms always held a sermon sacred, the arguments scoring vapid and delirious, and your content just to state neutral is our fate, enthusiasm is proxy, Did you feel cheap or just say so? A campus approach to a noon snow shower, outside from this window the teeth are shown, the winter wind knows which walls are hollow
10.
Stingrays 03:10
Destruction's daughter, I slaughtered around the clock, and cleared a spot to create, Look out, dreaming towards oh I don't know, Progressive headlines in salt years, progressive deadlines, You want to know what's next, but you can't know, you want to know what's next but you can't though, Mapping through the dark, aging rhythmically, it's just a campaign, affixed onto the sunset, you don't see, there's plenty of victories, Bring me true news was it really you? did you caught in the swarm and they released you? the words you screamed were too soft for their fists, or their handcuffs, swing away, Swing away, send in the stingrays, send in the AK's and the microphones, when the last camera leaves who will wash where you bleed? who will watch what you believe? Mapping through the dark, aging rhythmically, it's just a campaign, affixed onto the sunset, you don't see, there's plenty of victories,
11.
Chemical beams of meaning, a future better told than sang, meaning at it's core is a tool of the despot, hold it to your chest like a saint, Oh liberal lover, your boss is still a boss, and you owe more then they could ever take, the stamps from the state that kept you fed, is there more than what you make, you said Timid submission and pleasantries, revolution is not a glacial plea, struggle for that melody, stumble through it awkwardly, then everybody came to see, is there more than what you make?

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This album is the dissonance produced in a rust belt son of factory workers who went to college and worked his way up the ladder of a fortune 500 company. Pulled by the allure of California he moved to San Diego for the promise of sunshine and prosperity. The bubble of 72 and sunny everyday made the unsustainable fallacy achingly obvious. He quit his job and moved back to the midwest. This album was written over the past 5 years and driven by the dissatisfaction of the journey reworked repeatedly until exhaustion.

In an intentional attempt to deteriorate the message the album was recorded in surround sound, then reduced to stereo and finally to be released on analog cassette through already dead tapes. Lyrical prowess that levies anger at the external while seeing, like upside down in a lens, it's reversed reflection holds a calm sadness internally. It's about the rhyming power dynamics of lovers and corrupt institutions. All of this set against bizarre production and bedroom orchestral arrangements.

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released February 10, 2017

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