With​/​Out Think

by Don Forgetti

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released October 3, 2018

aaron kurzius - guitar
benja avery - drums
miiko valkonen - bass & words

jack mckool - producer & wizard
andi jones - masterer

valerie niemeyer - art
nathan machida - analyst

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Track Name: Sympathy for the Flippant Gaited
Out in California baby food
Never fixed my baby attitude

West of Darien knee-deep in snow
I gave everything I had to show

Duckfoot walking
Teetertotting
Caterwalling
I was told that I was flippant gaited
Track Name: Spanky the Grifter
Barely there apparition
Fading fast, try to follow
Where it went: up the stairway
Sucks the life right out of me

Empty out your petty funds
Currency keeps me breathing
Social wealth’s overrated
Used to know what it was and what it wasn't

I’ve got you now! All a part of my master plan
Your coward’s scowl never phased me but thanks for asking
We’re even now! Got a stick in your eye today
I’d pull it out if I wasn’t a million miles away

Separate all the toxins
Radiate from my boxcar
Cash in hand, stoke the fire
Jump the tracks, you can’t choose to play the system

I’ve got you now! All a part of my master plan
Your coward’s scowl never phased me but thanks for asking
We’re even now! Got a stick in your eye today
I’d pull it out if I wasn’t a million miles away

Oh no! I want more!
Oh no! Give me more!

I’ve got you now! All a part of my master plan
Your coward’s scowl never phased me but thanks for asking
We’re even now! Got a stick in your eye today
I’d pull it out if I wasn’t a million miles away
Track Name: Feigned Ignorance is Bliss
defining where the sky ends
why can’t they just
draw the line as carelessly as the rest?

When I go cherry picking
There’s no difference
I can find between my apples and oranges

Whenever my mouth itches
And cheeks puff up
It’s my own fault, just can’t eat apples anymore

I’ve got loads of nothing
saved up in my piggy bank
it won’t pay up interest
but I didn’t think I’d get much anyways

never know these things,
oh no
I never know these things

You found it kinda funny
When i draw lines
They always end just outside of my own front door

Never know these things
Track Name: Store Policy
Bob and Alice’s mom and pop shop
just sold their last lemon
Renovated for their clientele
Who bought it to break it

Who’s in charge of lifetime guarantee?
We both know the total
can i refund this identity?
I broke it, I bought it

Store policy’s got a deeper pocket than me
Buy ten, get one, cash in with your loyalty
They got all the good stuff sitting in the back room
Never brought out, left alone to gather up dust

We want change
Not your pity pennies
We want change
Not your in-store credit

We’ll fake it ‘till we can’t remember our name
Bob and Alice really got a hold on me
Educated only on the store policy
I accept my role in my reality

They don’t want you to know about anything
Track Name: Scapegoat Deflector
mona lisa hides teeth behind her tightened lips
wise to wonder if she’s a monolith

healthy outlook, I’m refilled of half-jokes again
you’re all smiles, make me dental spoken

once is always again
repetition’s a petty friend
and your headache depends
if you think I will bend or break

always forget I cannot feel my fingernails
dig in my palm when I’m passed out on sleeping pills
cause and effect never was my specialty
can you recall the feeling of my fingernails?

since I can never tell what you’ll remember
the repetition’s better in retrospect
since I can never tell what you’ll remember
the repetition’s better in retrospect
‘til then I’m:

over easy, dripping yolk on your camisole
only sorry, just like all tomorrows
Track Name: Where's Your Telephone?
Why’s my telephone on the parlor floor?
Just a bit too much of this such and such

Stepped on a memory of the masquerade
leaking from the cracks of my telephone

By tomorrow’s bed and breakfast
My hunger will crown me a senator
With all that you bring to the table
I reject this unending sacrifice

Wait for telephone, where’s your telephone?
Just a bit too much of this such and such
I can’t take back what was said and done

Scattered with all the miscellania
There’s a history, rhyme and reasoning
To where I had smashed my telephone
I’d forgotten

Though the past is behind me
When I walk, I walk backwards

Though the past is behind me
I walk backwards