Masked In Tensions

by Don Forgetti

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released May 23, 2017

Miiko Valkonen - bass, vox
Aaron Kurzius - guitar
Shannon Ledbetter - drums (tracks 4-6)
Benja Avery - drums (tracks 1-3)

produced by Jack McKool
mastered by Daniel Terlep
album art by Forgetti & Friends

special thanks to ramen house for letting us practice loudly on quiet sunday afternoons, and eden of evolution studios for being open so late at night

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Track Name: Fishin' Whole
cast out a line, pray the fish are taking
“I’m doing fine”, hope they are too
pondwater scum masks my bad intentions
dip my face in, see them clearly

I’ve got a rod and a brand new fish hook
I swear to God it better work
and if it don’t the whole world is unfair
and if it does then I’ll declare:

I had a good day to get what I needed to have
another good day to prove that I’m worthy of having
another good day to pretend I’m having nothing but
‘nother good days to go down the fishing hole

things suddenly happening how I want
I swear that I didn’t mean to
but just in case you don’t want to hear me
my alibi’s genuinely

I had a good day to get what I needed to have
another good day to prove that I’m worthy of having
another good day to pretend I’m having nothing but
‘nother good days to go down the fishing hole

I had a dream that all brooklyn sank into the upper bay
watched from a plane the sea-hipsters drinking all the pbr
I felt at home despite the fact that I never even lived there
I said goodbye, except strangely I just couldn’t stop laughing

the whole scene made me all horny
woke from the dream with clarity on what I would do today

I’ll have a good day to get what I will need to have
another good day to prove that I’m worthy of having
another good day to pretend I’m having nothing but
‘nother good days to go down the fishing hole
Track Name: Hatless, Blameless
I don't have a hat, I lose it all the time
it's in a place I know that I'll never find
Who needs it?

We don't have nothing else to do!

I said this was this, you said that was that
but what if that was this, and what about my hat?
I need it!

We don't have nothing else to do!
Track Name: The Greenwich Fault Line
hey, where ya goin’ today?
why am I wearing your clothes?
you don’t need a penny for these thoughts
don’t give me that anybody stare

tectonics never tell a lie
as for the how and why, remember when we said goodbye
color me surprised, foundation’s fallen apart all in a night

I wanna find my own way
nevermind all of the noise
are these signs so obvious to me?
not when there’s an audience to see

tectonics can’t keep a secret
they’re mortified by my own sense of social etiquette
color me surprised, foundation’s fallen apart all in a night
why are you so surprised I haven’t fallen apart all in night?

acting out of shock or dancing on the spot
what you do for you is something that I’m not
taped the mirror up, I sure can take a hint
I’ll be picking bits of me out from your pocket lint

I don’t see you wash, I don’t see you wash,
I don’t see you wash, but I know you always wash
you don’t see me wash, no, you don’t see me wash
you don’t see me wash but you know I never wash

tectonics, oh how we intertwine
too focused on the sky to notice the Greenwich fault line
color me surprised, everything’s doing just fine some of the time
why am I so surprised that I’m now falling apart all in a night?
Track Name: Performative Depression
I’m in built up shot down suspense
it can get intense fishing compliments
I’m still waiting for consequence
dirty laundry vents drunken arrogance

everyone’s got their own pretense
pick and choose your friends to justify the ends
armpit scents don’t make any sense
shaking all the hands, swapping all the sweat

Ritalin and chocolate bars don’t have us on a leash
Our chemical dependencies transcend comprehension

this town doesn’t find me funny today
must have been something I ate last night
If you get a chance, stab me in the fuckin’ face
I had it coming

am I still in your present tense
or have I dissolved into the ambience?

this town doesn’t find me funny today
must have been something I did last night
experts say one out of ten people feel this way, I thought I was one of a kind
You’re all the Other

I took a walk through the forest
you took a walk through the trees
I didn’t notice we parted ‘till I looked you in the eyes
oh, I wish I knew
that someday we’d be a part
of everyone
Track Name: I Knew No Know News
wet pasta dries up slow on my colander
when’s the last time that I checked my calendar?

on my birthday bought myself a dictionary
I did not expect to not know what irony meant
‘Lanis Morissette, I thought she knew
turns out she was wrong, who knew, who knew?

does the wheeled hamster know she’s stationary?
could it be we want to go around in circles?
doesn’t matter what I thought she knew
staring at her wheel, I’m spinning too

what a simple life, staring at the walls

I know there’s no difference between the world I know and the world I knew
I’m in-between the paragraphs of chapter twenty two
so, it’s three A.M now, shouldn’t we just call it a night?
I know I should, then again, so what if I’m wrong or right?

for a second, my emotions were inside-out
thought I could make me think it’s opposite day
if you knew me well, you’d know I knew
cruising through the blue-lit road, I knew

what a simple life, staring at the walls

I know there’s no difference between the world I know and the world I knew
I’m in-between the paragraphs of chapter twenty two
so, it’s three A.M now, shouldn’t we just call it a night?
I know I should, then again, so what if I’m wrong or right?
Track Name: December 13th
my shadow on the wall
sun shines in kitchen window
a bird’s silhouette
passes right through me

pavement under me
hate to never leave it
hey there flower child,
what’s the country like?

“sun’s coming up low
skyline’s rusted red
stick around and catch
the afterglow”

I wake up again
next year or next two
waiting in my bed too-
waiting for my head
to come back home to me

sun’s falling apart
skyline’s rusting right off
crying and wet
a bird’s silhouette
passes out of me
into the afterglow

goodbye 2014
hello 2015
goodbye 2015
goodbye 2016