2CD set (original album + instrumentals) housed in a standard clear jewel case with intricate 20-page lyric & artwork booklet. Limited to only 300 copies worldwide, it's a true collector's gem. This is the definitive physical release of Paper Cut From the Obit by Celestaphone.
The 2nd disc, a fully instrumental version, is presented exclusively within this 2CD set "Paper Cut From the Obit: Beyond the Grave" and will never be released digitally. Alternative cover printed on the front page of booklet, original cover on the back page, so you can flip and choose which to present.
Manufactured by The ADS Group (26972-CD-0001, 26972-CD-0002)
Released 12/01/2023 on Drumhex, DHX-009
Includes unlimited streaming of Paper Cut From the Obit
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
The plot thickens, it's not fillers, the bar risen
Plain militia I figured them was on vision
It's gonna take more than Delphi for the fortune told
Or the oracle, divine get your orb and go
Your own media corp, your own telephone call
Your own helluva tall list of hats to put on
It's the product of the voice and the market of talk
Private discuss as much a target as broadcasted one
To them you look like Den Nix did the cover
sending text in Pidgin end to end over summers
They pit the lifers 'gainst the new, young against the old
Make a fighter out of you while they break out a bone
Booth with her, Sue Trinder a poon hitcher
Picture my itcher guy soon to hit the womb enter
Assume your fleet'll have a cool winter
But when the heat fills rooms you'll feel cálida 'nough for pool centers
I might be a goner, might be a sinner
Might be a hungry sick side with in yuh
I wanna feed my dome right, dome right
I wanna feed my dome right, dome right
Uh, late strange call from the industry
Jettatura boss, you're the enemy
Jettatura boss, you're the enemy
I told 'em jettatura boss, you're the enemy
Karl the Fog wants his job back in San Francisco
Charting raw gusts for all y'all tabbed into his show
Now it's you in your drawers at a silly desk
Giving Scrivener a theory till you're a bleary mess
Git suppository, shove the website up your butt
In this horror story they deify intelligence
Papers akin GNU for R Stallman: unfenced values
Haters invented pseudo-Aristotelian sex manuals
Treating the people like an enemy that needs surveillance
With each breed that leads we've seen a pagan
The low hum, a long life, the selfish come
We're so dumb we toss light for elfish tongue
Platysaurus intermedius, Genesis flood
With fat thesauruses we immediately capped our love
Simply defeated, we feeded and jacked off a bug
Our data is that of the advanced's lacking cum
I might be a goner, might be a sinner
Might be a hungry sick side with in yuh
I wanna feed my dome right, dome right
I wanna feed my dome right, dome right
Uh, late strange call from the industry
Jettatura boss, you're the enemy
Jettatura boss, you're the enemy
I told 'em jettatura boss, you're the enemy
I am honored and speechless that Solomon is not only featured on the reverse of the album but that he is honored right next to MF DOOM.
Thank you Paul and Celestophone for the music! nesagwa
Mixing space funk, jazz and warped soul, “Everything’s Fine” is a fluid masterpiece that’s very much of the moment. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 29, 2018
