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Recompositions (A Life and Death Struggle Between an Individual and a Less Specifically Defined Entity)

by A bit Much

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Willow Washburn This record begins with one of the greatest opening licks of all time and keeps on tearing all the way through. These guys were PHENOMENAL. Favorite track: Vine St..
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1.
Vine St. 03:29
I don’t bow down to those intrigues I don’t slow and I don’t take speed on I’ve been on, and I saw I step back and let the wind arrive I scent is strong and I’ve no alibi I saw here’s my hand, so where’s the knife? Where’s the knife that was mine? Grimm and Madame Epinay may thieve my piece of mind But I am still and ironwood on a street of vine I don’t know what I’ve done to them I’ve an opera and they’ve only phlegm To spit in jealous heat if I should wend I won’t go through their open door So they can own me and make me low So what should come of me if I should bend Can I stand, will I stand, can I stand to have such friends? Grimm and Madame Epinay may thieve my piece of mind But civility will poison me, I can’t drink their wine Throw me from the Hermitage and curse me in Paris ‘Cause I know every sort of vine strangling this street
2.
The church is made of men who wanna make more men outta you And we can’t worship reason just every single time the guillotine tells us to There’s so many days left wasting away at the foot of my lady’s bed There’s a nice view, we can sit in our ride And know nothing can hide from our eyes Or look into each other’s instead We’ll sit around until somebody tries to tell us what to do So we can bother not to reply and maybe even not to move There’s a promise we’re keeping, we never did tell you There are generations quaking, fighting for the other’s room Each generation’s getting smarter, getting shorter, getting more confused So please, Lord, don’t let my happiness be refused There’s a nice view with no words in the way If you can keep those toad eating hams at bay I’ll stay and do what love the church could never do The Count de Saint Laurent, he’s gonna pour us out If we don’t keep our heels in the gutter, our teat to the money’s mouth Well then, Momma, you know trouble is coming down For sluts like us such trouble is coming down There’s a nice view we can sit in our ride And know nothing can hide from our eyes Just the sight’s enough to keep our love alive
3.
You are my brother We sometimes fish together Gold mining in the Amazon is your occupation You put soil in the sluice box You put water in the sluice box You put mercury in the sluice box And you sluice it all around Then you send it along Another worker takes the amalgam Puts it in a retort You burn off that mercury Into the atmosphere Thus into the river Therefore into the fishes And anyone that eats them It's a way to make livin' If you could even call it that Someone else is making a killin' Someone else is getting fat Your employer set you up To decimate any health That was in the way of In the way of your profit This is the all golden Everyone is well fed here This is the all golden Gold mining international This is the all golden Everyone's stocks go up here This is the all golden Gold mining international
4.
Her's happened so long ago She wonders if it even did And mine's so fresh still in my mind I sometimes shudder at the sight of a kid We both have hidden watermarks That makes us more likely to be stopped at aeroports And the bonds its made is such it's like we shared a bid But I don't believe in any stupid fairy tales Any excuses not to heal And I swear I'm never gonna drink soda again I felt a whole lot better when You said you lost your trust in me See, the sad part darling is I'm exactly where I needs to be We both deserve our will We both are not what we see If a sense of worth could kill Than living we both wouldn't be
5.
In the Ocean 06:03
To her Hallucinations grip what sanctify And in the air A vapor lies like lead to lose our eyes That we should marry to the notion To be buried in the ocean Should we still marry to the notion To be buried in the ocean With those thoughts that all should sprawl out Without ink of the thinker’s doubts about them A wary glance But when the soldier’s came, none raised their hands And so hope smote You shalln’t ask me to tell the heat of the brand My eyes unlid So I need no part of the afterlife Wake the kids We need an offering for the sacrifice So we may marry to the notion Let us be carried in the ocean Is it not greater than devotion To be buried in the ocean I’ve loved you wreckless, know this That I couldn’t tell the distance above us

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released April 10, 2009

Slodegan Milosevic − guitars, vocals
John T. Montgomery − cymbals and Eames drums, percussion, mbira, vocals, supervocal
Matt Lillis − bass guitar, vocals
Argonaut Starry Devo − keyboards, vocals, indecision 2009

Recorded winter 2008/2009 at the Glancy's summer home in Harwich, MA and at Secret Hole Studios in Cambridge, MA
Back cover photo by Alisia L. L. Waller (www.andsonosin.com)
Mastered by Taj Campman (www.myspace.com/defconhiphop)

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A bit Much played their last show on December 30, 2011. The final line-up of the band featured Clinton Degan (vocals, guitar), Abram Taber (bass, vocals) and Jon Glancy (drums). Former members include Matt Lillis (bass, vocals) and Tim Lillis (piano, keyboard). Frequent collaborators included Curtis Killian (guitar), Bryan Murphy (trumpet) and Mike Padgett (saxophone). ... more

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