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Bayocean

by Rectangle Creep

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1.
Summer of 1906 T.I.’s first visit to the spit Touring Tillamook Bay In a rowboat On the rocky spit Preened the goose T.I.’s instincts were good He did what a developer should Brought out a six-shot revolver and Shot down the goose Life itself Will fuel our wealth The wages of death Paid by someone else Sit we down to sup As the dead seals wash up On our next exciting property At the very spot where the Shot goose dropped Became the X on the map Marking the spot for Bayocean Still only a notion Mocking the spot for Bayocean Still only an ocean T.B. Thomas Benton the elder Real estate developer Carefully inlaid his mark Along the coast From Elk River Spit To Jump-Off Joe Placed his daughter’s name Arleta On all the subdivisions So she had it changed To Natalia T. Potter Senior and Junior Engaged in all manner of enterprise T.I. Thomas Irving the younger Goose shooter and His father’s personal man High-toned and testy Closing deals by the dozens
2.
I tried To no avail She sighed When we set sail I died But I will rise Like the tide The tide For my heart swells Where Tillamook dwells Now I pray for your devotion Meet me in Bayocean I tried To no avail I died But I will rise
3.
Pagoda House 01:17
The wall got thinner Just before dinner On a Pacific Northwest Comfort food evening Biscuits baked Slathered with butter Iron oxide and Raspberry jam Dozing in the damp blankets Hiss of the ocean below Pagoda house corner Precariously perched on the edge Corner protruding and Prodding the crumbling of the ledge Bought a parcel of land Set the foundations on sand Mr. Mitchell has been forced to sell
4.
Hey you! I’ve got bona fide credentials Dig that It’s a sudden business notion Hey it’s that blockbuster again Where they bonded over badminton I love not being a suit I came correctly in unison He was a spiritual cousin To the riff savant You know I’ve never been hairy Though bangers can’t be choosers Lazy men fell from the sky Into a mob of boozers Hey it’s that blockbuster again Hey! It’s that blockbuster again
5.
Erosion 01:09
Francis Drake Mitchell Once burned bright Buzzing about his hive Now he’s no longer alive He died In 1965 At the age Of 95 ... Erosion Erosion We’re gonna slide into the ocean
6.
You Goon 02:16
It’s far too soon For bare knuckles and pool cues My son My goon My offspring My goon Outline your tome Scrawl out a poem to your mum Expanding on the shoddy wisdom I bestowed unto you Go get the Buick Load up the shotgun My seed My loon Hey goon That’ll do Which way we go From here on out Is completely up to you My only son My goon
7.
Ferry Bayocean has become so very onerous Not just for distance But for crossing Columbia Bar Roll in a Vulcan engine on portable tracks To haul the very modules of Civilization’s eternal hub Dinky railroad on a rusted rail First we set sail Schooner catch wind all decked out pale That’s life in the cottage industry Just another day for Potter Realty That’s life in the cottage industry Another day on Potter’s personal railroad It’s a minefield of seals And a herring bonanza A maritime province Fated for flood puddle
8.
PEOPLE OF TILLAMOOK: We require the Corps The Army Corps of Engineers To build us a jetty Assuage our fears Dredge up a channel That we might enjoy Sea commerce and riches Tillamook can employ CORPS OF ENGINEERS: Affirmative, we read you But sternly beseech you To build not one jetty But two The most responsible thing to do If you want results guaranteed PEOPLE OF TILLAMOOK: One! Not two! CORPS OF ENGINEERS: Then we leave the choice to you
9.
Fire devils Swirling dervish Flame cyclone Music playing Faster and faster and faster Howling scream Dance pavilion Burning down Do you remember the Summer Cotillion in 1925? Band playing faster A sky gone red Consuming waltzes Isn’t it interesting How the trees grow Sculpted by the gusts It’s the wind that stoked it
10.
One man Can’t preserve all the land Despite enthusiasm Sheer movers of 1949 There’s Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Living just there in that hovel His smile is fixed Hers is opposite One eye on ships and Weather buffoons A wheelbarrow’s not enough No matter how alacritous the shovel Now call ye to trial Close the gates tight At the Historical Society There’s Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell Standing just there in the gallery His smile’s optimistic Hers is opposite Pressured the council To incorporate Mitchell’s Corners Failed motion Despite enthusiasm Down to Mitchell’s Corners
11.
Bayoverture 01:04
Instrumental
12.
Call the Army Fix the spit Call the Corps of Engineers To deal with it Seven thousand tons of gravel Let’s rebuild the earth To combat The ocean Let’s pit science versus nature Hey—! How’d that work out for you? Better go and fix the spit Call the Army Tend to it Fix the spit but Old Neptune is mighty Overflowing banks as he pleases Tidal swell so frightening as it Breaches the beaches
13.
O that’s swell Taller than rooftops Winter wind applies the pressure Capillary waves The thresher Progressive monster waves Leave you in the footprint They’re cutting in Strongly longitudinal They’re on the transverse With a riptide current Here comes a sneaker To knock you flat And drag you out Past the last sandbar And we’re feeling Strongly orbital Only in the Roche zone While monster waves keep churning Monster waves
14.
You there Tiny boy Do you long For pixelated joy Walk right in Get lost Immersed in the bin Token toss Can you get a jackpot kid Somebody already did He was about to fall Won it on his last ball Bought a robot arm Never lost his charm Nobody knew how He’s a legend now Don’t leave! You can stay!
15.
Joy Riders 01:48
Scrutiny of the bounty Highest payroll in the county Dinky engine runs on rails Joy riders tell those tales Standing in the sun for miles Or in the spitting rain Wend along down by the bay On a flatbed cargo train All the buyers so fancy In the custom Pullman car See them dance inside Paneled walls of pure vermilion Get your cigar and brandy Admire imported wood From the Indian Andamans Where arrows speak louder than words Sitting in the sun for miles Following the rail Join the joy riders’ party Come sun or wind or rain Or wind or wave or wind Or rain or hail or wind Or rain or hail Joy riders! Joy riders! Joy riders! Woo hoo!
16.
Drive past the windmills Until you see Seventeen hospitals and one Emulsion alcove My thing is today I felt compelled to imbibe it Let’s play it by fear Not to excuse it But only to give you A lens to describe it My solitude proxy Drawn home to my side In emulsion alcove
17.
At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel The bedsheets are damp but Conversation’s rapidfire At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel All you got to do is tell Mr. Mitchell your needs and He’ll come running At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel The kitchen’s communal with Twin oven wood-burning ranges At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel Francis Mitchell is your guide He takes the ride to the mainland For bakery goods He’s the man of the home More like a clever gnome He’s the man of the home More like a clever gnome He’s like the don of the manse Still he’s left everything to chance At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel The bedsheets are damp but Conversation’s rapidfire At Mitchell’s Bayside Hotel All you got to do is tell Mr. Mitchell your needs and He’ll come running
18.
See that beach grass See those trees Fallen monuments Gulls pick those dunes clean See the tidal lagoon See that sign Commemorating all that was Lost in 1959 See that barren spot Windswept and Access subject to tides Know the schedule Alert for sneakers See that barren spot The vacant lot Real estate subject to Forfeiture Come walk the public trails See that beach grass See those seals See that barren spot Feel all the feels
19.
Workers and guests Wired for lights We’re living low rent In tent city Bulbs strung on cords are what Pass for streetlamps But the dune breaks the wind From the ocean A tinner lives next door Carving spare-time Schooners We’re living low rent In tent city Rent is low And the bodies are so slow We’re living low rent In tent city
20.
Lost Oysters 01:52
All snug in their beds All vast and Stretching for miles As far as a spit can be Just under the surface Bubbling and trembling Do you remember How we used to clam? Pants rolled up Buckets lined up On the sand We would dig While the sun Burned our shoulders We could still If the beds weren’t all lost As lost as the oysters All dead in their beds Since the most recent breaching Old men with their buckets Still can’t hear the teaching Lost oysters Remember when we Used to clam?
21.
Just down south End of the spit Where the sand narrows To lagoons and barrows In the big white barn Where gears spin teeth Rocks get crushed Trends got bucked You can’t mollify the ocean When Neptune’s bill comes due It’s dusty work for Hicks’s holiday Suave of manner Glib of tongue We’re going up to Rockcrusher Gap General Randolph Hicks Last of the old timers Smartest rogue extant He got the job done And promoted all his brothers To managerial positions Even the youngest He of a wayward disposition You can’t mollify the ocean When Neptune’s bill comes due
22.
It is worst In winter That’s when we catch the storms Blustery Unpredictable Who’s to say what we should consider norms? ’Cause those waves Can’t be tamed Can’t be riprapped or jettied into servitude If you’re left After they’ve departed Stand face to face with nature As if totally nude Feel the tide creep All around your toes Sand dissolving from Under your feet When all the land In liquefaction Agitated Running inland Our utopia was a washout

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Playground of the Northwest ... the ghost of a town. Foundations of the rich built upon sand. Conceived in 1906 and ultimately swallowed by the ocean. Come and see.

ALL PROCEEDS FROM BAYOCEAN BENEFIT THE NAACP LEGAL DEFENSE FUND

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released June 5, 2020

Joseph Airport Records — JAR-019
©2020 Tsunami Patrol Music

Rectangle Creep is Jereme Sanborn, Dan Jircitano and Matthew Cutter
All songs written and recorded by Rectangle Creep
Except "Boardwalk Arcade" lyrics by Patrick Cutter

Mixed by Blake Stenning at Monophonic Studio in Fairfax, Virginia

Perry Conticchio: Flute (1), alto sax (7, 15), baritone sax (7)
Patrick Cutter: Vocals (11, 14)

Cover design and back cover photograph by Matthew Cutter
Jacket and CD design by Dan Jircitano

Thanks to family and friends. Keep on creepin' on.

Special gratitude to Bert & Margie Webber for keeping Bayocean's story alive.

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