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Double Superfine

by Rectangle Creep

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Sonny the Monster A double album well worth the time it demands. This album is packed with great songs waiting to be discovered. Check out "Cadillac Frankford," "And Sometimes Waves," "Life Is Good in My Grotto," "Ding Dong, You're Dead!" and the dark, foreboding riff on "Arrows Speak Louder than Words." Favorite track: Ding Dong, You're Dead!.
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1.
Born out of wedlock Weaned in poverty But hellbent and bound for A life in the cottage industry Hood ornaments Details all chrome Cadillac Frankfort He’s got no home Matriculated from the streets Gladly recruited By the Hon. Winston Penstrap To join with the deluded Gods of insanity Teetering on the brink of insanity Falling into a cartoon hole Flirting with the dogs of ignominy I never leave I live here The details etched in chrome
2.
Hey man Sorry man I’m just thinking about that One day And then We will get together The weekend Before we leave Tomorrow afternoon To pick up some dinner and I’ll go hang out with them all night long Because We don’t know anything yet I’ll see What you guys want and We will have it tomorrow Thanks buddy Merry New Year and Thanks again for your help today and I’ll let you know when I get there ’Cause We don’t know anything yet
3.
Everybody needs a friend But some people do not Everybody’s friends with someone Some are friends with a lot You may say it’s cheesy Makes the punk rock easy Smell the beard Sticketh closer than a brother Here come the Commies To shave your solidarity beard Here come the Hippies To braid your solidarity beard Here come the Scientists To study your solidarity beard Here come the Christians To worship your flat-earth solidarity beard Powerful start Lunge for the throat Shave the skin the church The most logical result
4.
How is the fourth hill? We remain haunted By slithering things We’re giving up Lent We’ve nothing left to repent This is eternity yearning For the killing it craves In fires and brimstones And sometimes waves Who’s perched on the windowsill? We stand to be counted By strangling lords Tall astride their horses We’ve something left to lose This is eternity calling For the man of the house He smiles from his easy chair And sometimes waves And sometimes waves
5.
Are you an olive girl? Do you dig into pimentos? Regard them as mementos Nostalgia smells like burning leaves Are you delusional girl? Do you travel the headscape? Behind darkening drapes Things have changed in Traverse City Are you a porcelain girl? Did you collect plated Carolina? Dixie in particular Let me rock between them walls Are you an olive girl? It’s mixed-signal politics
6.
Before you fully surface Strike with strident porpoise Your original fin Will give you away Now there’s hell to pay In these salty waves Rage slips on his cloak To cleave your salty heart And fry your runny yolk Now your soul is ablaze In astral bouquets Lifeforce malaise
7.
Part 1 I’m in 19th place In the cliff face With the water thing There’s a jaguar over there A lady with no hair A surgeon on the brain The surgeon’s on the couch Batting a dead mouse Swept out the door The surgeon is no more! No more Part 2 Brain’s out! Yes, a lobotomy Swept into the void Can’t grasp the dirt Brain’s out! It’s a lobotomy Swept into the void Can’t grasp the dirt Falling away
8.
If it’s judicial Or prejudicial Either way It’s ritual Constituents pressing Rulers of schools Yardsticks descending on Golden rules But now just wait Hold on, Mr. Criminal My rights’ violation Will lead to my probation You gained the grain and Gridlocked the courts Prosecuting the Don Jailers see all in Panopticon Hold on, Mr. Criminal
9.
My beard has grown The crows have flown My friend’s on stage My nemesis enraged Life is good in my grotto That’s my motto for right now Don’t ask me for advice I can barely handle a device All I’ve seen is rigid ice For the past few years I’m not ready to leave yet You can’t make me go I bet I may never leave this place That’s a problem I must face Life is good in my grotto That was my motto for back then Way back when
10.
I’m stuck in your traps I’m hung on your rack I’m thinking of staying Of completing the stack I’m all over your maps I’ve cracked your encryption I’ve pierced your sanctum You’re a whale’s open mouth I’m a tiny plankton I’m all over your maps All over your maps It’s a road trip for us It’s the forest Shenandoah I’ll try not to bore us If we go a little slower I’m all over your maps All over your maps Triple-A guidance The road’s sure to ride us Straight into the asphalt And it won’t be my fault I’m all over your maps I’m all over your maps
11.
Tim Whiskey is a party boy Sharp and subtle fellow Mr. Whipster West of center Now there’s a robust glob Sure to lead the way Dribbling on the boot His claim to flame is late (But how could anybody—?) Hopelessly lost In a knife neighborhood Where dark dimensions Swallow themselves whole Tim Whiskey’s inside out On his way to the eternal party Where no one minds the weather (But how could anybody—?)
12.
Halted at the roadside Rubber tires inflated Ingratiated Logged into the mountainous bulk Looming above Midwest plains We’re riding It’s unreal The way we’ve been sliding But there’s nothing to do There are no worlds colliding But it feels as though there are And we’re saying our final prayers I didn’t tell him your jokes last night But we knew it wasn’t funny You need your own show I know you can do it I scent it There are a million balloons Soaring toward heaven You think that I’m pretty I think that you’re dashing There’s a hundred million balloons Headed toward heaven
13.
Raekwon 00:54
Raekwon Love you
14.
I recall reading a tale When I was a child in Hungary About a shipwrecked hero Captured by cannibals Who offered him a fateful choice To be roasted alive Or instead to dive From the top of the sigol Just then Bong the wise village chief Broke in: “Me fella Me glad too much Belong me stop with you Allgetta Me learn ’em plenty Someting long custom Belong you fella Now hear me fella Glad too much you allgetta You let ’em me Jump long land dive” So spake Sali!
15.
D-Roll Dad 02:22
Darkened sepia coils Litter the editing suite floor Behind a locked door Cylindrical segmented Gray reel stacks Twenty-five batches deep And behind them The interlocked mummified corpses of Ed Wood and Lon Chaney You can be in the film Provided you’re not The ghost father The deadbeat cad The D-roll dad Emulsified elixir phosphate hold It’s the last time you’ll ever be cold See the flames licking higher You can be in the film Provided you’re not The ghost father The D-roll dad
16.
You don’t ever stop turning You won’t stop burning You two dynamos Dependent on commutators Your current’s direct So says the electroscope in my heart Direct power to industry Approved by the Ministry of Creeps and Electricians Give me electric motor On-demand alternator Rotary converter And did I ever tell you Your people are charming? You can’t stop converting Impulses to dream dances In rotors and turbines Your dervishes are whirling I see sparks
17.
Get on get on Get on with it Get it over with Put the turkey in the overhead Ativan beer Shut that baby the fuck up OK? Oh shit Who’s that coming down the aisle? Get on with it It’s Jesus maybe panic He’s back! Get on with it Let’s go home sweet Jesus! I never did anything I was a rock in a wasting land He struck me and drew water I would have given him the turkey
18.
Driving with the enemy My man, he says to me Don’t hurt my feelings alright Out of phase My man Ready to get out right now he asks But he should know that I’ll come back Out of phase My man Mount the ring wings And start the cool things Fly out of here and land Out of phase, my man Crashed my gear Lost my plane Out of my way, kid Out of phase kid Get into phase Ready for the reboot Last night I found your plane
19.
Taking a drag Coughing and thinking All about drinking Again and again It’s no sin to send Your fondest hopes To the sky on a string To see what flies To see what sticks To hear it sing Sold and handrolled This can’t be good But it ain’t too bad And the morning’s going dark Overhead While we go ’round and ’round Taking a drag Coughing and thinking All about drinking Again and again
20.
Sonoran saguaro On the rim of the Meteor crater Lights in the sky Time phasing to tribulations Lit out from Tucson In the dead of night With indigestion And a slight limp On a swayback mare The screaming moon Burning in the sky Plunging to the nickel core Do you understand? Lizard on a rock Vultures in a flock They eat and gnaw And leave no trace Of the Arizona brace
21.
Find trim Time belt Find an original Fur glowing outside the boundaries Curate a collection Of 10 masterpieces But the question is when Trends Fashionable chains In the rowing aisle Of the Viking dragon longship Pulling into the harbor Vomiting Norweigians Into your life
22.
We got a surplus of Benjamins Son— We got ducats for miles Man— We got too many Bens The sack got stuffed With platinum LP payoff We’re up at the crib Chillin with a hand cannon And a wealth of wax dabs To get you dead Take it to your head Where we take the tour And look about your skull And murmur Son— I love what you did with this place Pass the Sharper Image catalog We’ve got too many Bens
23.
O gods forfend What outstretched fingers portend Around the crooked bend That’s not a weed— That’s man’s greatest plant That’s not Fake News Eve That’s Adam & The Ants Ding dong, you’re dead The ants in your pants are On fire on the bar With the dweebs And the speeds You’re dead O gods forfend What outstretched fingers portend Around the crooked bend Ding dong, you’re dead
24.
I’ve decided eternity’s a bit too long Before I hit the ground They’ll bury me in I think I’ll pass my time in a cloud Of lemon haze I’ve got lungs made of rays I will die on my way down They determined that the hall was Too broad and too large So they slurped their mead In the fields of Elysia They fought and strived and Drove in their herds As Mother Nature Nurtures the suckling nerds I’ve got ears made of birds Let’s bathe our sins In cosmic fountains of euphoria Don’t go down to the moors Or be led astray by Those who loathe the light Love is your right Keep your chin up as I burn up In the very last year of the hold-up My past lives posse Catches up with me They take me to the Old sycamore tree To face my fears My years and my destiny It’s a necktie party and the Guest of honor is me
25.
If Paradise is the prize Is the good book Worth a look? All of mankind In a bind No Braille and we’re blind We need another Set of eyes There’s a note Written in blood Says I’m type-O But that’s gotta be a typo Mankind much larger Than a perfect size We need to find Another world
26.
The farcical status of the Present day’s news is total Idiocy on the rise and No ceiling to stop it Unlimited stupidity So many statements Contradictions Indictment without convictions So much farce Can’t see the farce for the trees So many trees Blizzards of leaves Blizzards of leaves Put the lawn chairs on the roof Watch the stock market climb O’er humanity’s decline And clap your accountant on the back Have a good chortle While the world burns
27.
He couldn’t live up to The Hippocratic Oath Nor could he live it down Keeps us in stitches He frequents the beaches Dr. Baltimore is At this very moment Requesting the leeches Diuretics Hard emetics Bottle of tonic Gram of the chronic Did you listen to all your father’s whispered Words of duty and untold riches? World’s greatest pediatrician Paid off by the national health system They took a run at him But they very nearly missed him Now Dr. Baltimore is strenuously Requesting his attorney
28.
The liquor fairy Travels on my shoulder Happier than the bluebird Denser than a meteor Whispers little nothings Numbing some things Tiny beerbreath lips Tickling the eardrum The liquor fairy Passed out on my shoulder Livid clotted features Dropped into a blackout Muttered maudlin feelings Scorched ethel droolings His petite elfin form Convulsed with delerium tremens The liquor fairy Travels on my shoulder
29.
With more bloody noses We might have fewer wars Brand loyalty is real To very deranged minds It’s more than fraction Whether ’tis nobler To suffer the slings Remains an open question If only to wonder What solace words bring When arrows launch In your direction Arrows are faster than verbs Death to sabbatical diction Arrows speak louder than words Pierce to the heart of your fictions To the mark To the eye An ancient slab of Lost language Is there really one more truth? White suits and cocaine Cantilevered traction The primary guardian Arrows speak to what They cannot ruin The Mayans knew what They were doing
30.
Did you hear? Old Spotswood never returned from His overnight trip to the mine He dug up the topsoil Panned in the creek Prospecting it down to the rind Comes with the Comes with the terrortory Whooping it up in town After hours Another whiskey for me brothers Sending the telegrams Shipping flowers To fill the shoes of the Properly bereaved Remember the metallic taste That accompanied a Load of birdshot in the guts Remember the smell of naught Swelling out from Overspilling glands Comes with the Comes with the terrortory And fear Is the great decider Untold misery in the town And I saw that myself before Did you know? Old Spotswood never returned from His overnight drunk in the town I saw that myself Before anyone got down (Comes with the terrortory) You do drugs in the morning You take what you get
31.
Done with mimosas Experiencing mimesis Rampant trichinosis Tequila psychosis Shot dead in the glass Medicinal value Trying to call you Something to forestall you Red in the glass Medicinal draught Magical elixir It’s gonna fix ’er Magical elixir
32.
I can barely find A way out I’m convinced I have no doubt Munching on mints My paper is clean It’s not too late! It’s still pristine Not soaking wet Still alive I’d bet I have tried to find A way out No longer convinced I have doubts Finished my mints My paper is soaked Unsalvageable At most Drenched as of yet Probably dead I’d bet The ultimate conclusion Coming here Don’t start a new intrusion Face your fear Whatever it may be It’s not scary to me The ultimate conclusion Yeah
33.
We Run Hot 01:56
We run hot There’s steam In our snot We run hot There’s sweat In our cot A 60,000-watt Juggernaut We’ll pave The flat earthers Into a parking lot We run hot Excited molecules Are what we got We run hot Bubbles forming In the pot We run hot Like the angry Lobster in the pot You will dip his flesh In butter At your favorite spot We run hot
34.
Stop yucking my yums Stop petting my peeves Like some biblical baby You found in the reeds Stop yucking my yums Quit licking my lettuce You’re not in the Hall You’re no Jerome Bettis Stop yucking my yums Quit petting my peeves Don’t mow my lawn Stop raking my leaves We’re flowing through sieves Unable to congeal Losing water freely We’ve broken the seal On your vintage French disgust Fellated by your lust Do me a solid Bring me a liquid Stop yucking my yums
35.
Seven Things 01:43
Seven things at a time Seven things at a time And seven things on my plate Seven things I kinda hate Those seven things In my bowl Can I do it? So I can roll with them? Seven things by my door And several things Forevermore That come to me How many more things Can there be? Several things at a time That come to me All the time now
36.
He’s like a note on the leaders Yesterday’s lightweight athletic In your eye And then I don’t have to deal with them In Montréal Was able to think for you Ellen Hayward I think you are well But Karen Neuwirth Gets preferential Catholic treatment Insight to the provider Inside the man We had her in the right Always in the fifth Everything had to be Very very special Advantages Really believe you Finally like you You’re the McConnell bride I am in the right We got mediated I had you directly All others are radiographs
37.
We were profoundly perturbed Dismayed and disturbed By boners and pimples Better looking stoners With pheromones and dimples We’d fall in love to keep everything simple And everything was simply wonderful In those terrible teenage years Speeding down interstate spurs Blasting the DKs and throwing Lit jumping jacks out the window We felt depraved We’d fall on our swords to stop things Before they spun from our control What we had is what we stole In terrible teenage years
38.
It was far more than a send Or a click when the shutters dropped And all the feathers billowed out Balloon-like and avian It was almost typically Roman Calling all philosophers to symposium And doling out the 4-1-1 Like a supremely intellectual motherfucker You’re not the man From the town that went mad You never shrank from the world You’re skilled at sharing The click and the clacking So full of yourself and you Believe yourself daring You’re not the man From the town that went mad Eyeprint thumbprint saliva dab They gave it all away so what’s a little more? Submit the login to the algorithm Developing a hump and astigmatism
39.
Marlon is gay And that’s OK Let us pray His mother was a tiger They clashed In an endless sky Pardon me? Fuck you One path to totality A leaf for my bug That shone on its stone Mankind is the worst kind All glory and guts Timed perfectly Set a course for the mouth With jaws to clamp tight Rare molars’ delight All the apes of Eden Regaled by a stone Let’s make Animals happen Let’s blame it on Lorraine A stem for the late bloom They really should stay Lined up with the children In time for the matinee Timed perfectly Set a course for the mouth When jaws open wide To show what’s inside They saw the dead tree edit They saw the raindrops breathe I’ve always looked like this but You’re steadily pricing me out of my Watering hole
40.
Dirtman 01:07
Gotta get my shovel Picking up the earth Spread it all around ’cause That’s the way I Dirtman

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released February 14, 2019

Joseph Airport Records — JAR-015
Written and recorded by Rectangle Creep
©2019 Tsunami Patrol Music

Rectangle Creep is Dan Jircitano, Jereme Sanborn and Matthew Cutter

Jason Short: Guitar, keyboards, drums, percussion
April Brennan: Track 40 lyrics, vocals
John Chapman: Track 17 lyrics
Patrick Cutter: Lyrics, vocals on tracks 7, 9, 18, 32 and 35
Kiyenne Light: Track 10 additional lyrics
Track 23 group vocals: Dan, April, Ben Baker and Daniel Chedzgoy

Mixed by Jason Short at Big Stink in Fairfield, Ohio

Cover photo by Jereme Sanborn
Back cover photo by Matthew Cutter

Thanks: Family, friends, that waitress, rockers, freaks and punks

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