Futility Metaphors CD (2003)

by Man Without Plan

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Recorded, mixed, and mastered November 2002 at Raw Recording, Mahopac, NY, by Jean-Christophe Santalis.

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released February 1, 2003

Barclay: vocals/gtrs/bass
Patrick Amuso: Drums

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Formed in 1997, we have a lot here for you to enjoy.

We slash the piece pop band from New York City. We have insect bites, have been attacked by demons, as greedy play was furious. If we are set on fire, at least we had conquered the day; please destroy the world. ... more

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Track Name: Obliterati
am I insane? have I lost my mind?
if this is madness, then why can I see every step along the line?
if this is a dream, I want to wake up
as a fantasy, it isn't nearly soft or warm enough
maybe there is another life
and we can be with each other there
maybe you will breathe more easily
if I change the nature, color, flavor of the air
maybe there'll be another time
the world won't keep us from each other then
if I could think clearly, I would find that all I want
is to begin again
Track Name: Vertical Angles
the hidden weaknesses are easy to spot
nearly cut off the air trying to loosen the know
try so hard to ignore what's been taught
focusing on what is instead of what is not
the wave of nausea; formless, black
commanding strict attention
the senses overwhelmed by darkness
and there is no fighting back
give up, give in
and only then can you win
release your grip
let the energy emerge from within
Track Name: How To Relax
take comfort in being the smartest one in the forest
the place only a god could put in order
up until now was taken at a run
had to do it before everyone
now take some power
first they'll doubt, and then they will cower
figure out what's important to them and destroy it
figure out what's important to you and keep it alive
it's just parts working together
a million parts working together
but only for now
Track Name: Crosshatch
things are going ok
I'm terrified
I'm a wild animal on the highway median
it's hard to sleep and the view's not so nice
but the land is cheap and the commute is quick
a new two hundred neighbors every time you blink
if I can't get over this
can I at least get out from under this?
Track Name: Sixty-Five Roses
you wouldn't understand me
I am a machine
I have a command of techniques
and can connect you to the scene
you're so casual in the hallway
don't you realize what that does to me?
the particular red of a garment
it's not something
that just anyone would perceive (I know, I screwed up singing that part)
just when I think that I'm doing ok again
I'm pulled back, ripped right back to reality
late nights are spent in the archives
ransacking for answers that will set me free
then I can start with tracking you down
stand from my chair and stride comfortably out
and up the street
Track Name: Coroner/Foreigner
this hole needs a hammer and nails
Track Name: We Get Results
if my blood will keep the motor running, plug me in
I will take it on to get your fists to open, tear my skin
everyone wants answers, I don't have answers, I never did
go ahead, extend your anger, I am here, you cannot miss
you don't have to keep your hate imprisoned now
you'll feel better in reflection
I forgive you in advance
I was never know for my decision-making skills
it has all gone wrong, and I will accept the blame
it is all my fault, and I will endure the shame
Track Name: If It Is To Be So...
I wish that I could care
I'd love to play the game
but your greatest shame, to me is just a blushing shade
the awkward silence is not so violent
it can't destroy
I prefer to think of it as lack of noise
and your awful expressions, in visage and language
trying hard to be average, but to me, it's unnatural
all I see in these people is their capacity for evil
divisive devices; incisive, inside us
cartwheeling razors and spiralling scissors
spinning and weightless in this whirlwind of errors
I showed them only what they wanted to be shown
did not tell them anything they did not already know
as ever, this road leads to another road
those colors of yours
shining, burning
inside, it's all shining, burning
Track Name: (This Song's Called) Captain's Chair
only children and the rich were happy yesterday
not even children or the rich are happy today
so spit those dirty pennies out right now
they won't amount to anything
throw them away
your blanket statements won't keep me warm
the gravity of the situation can't hold me down
I just can't shut it off
I can't just shut it off
I try and I try to be rational
but I can't explain what's happening to me
Track Name: Snake
check the clock when it pulls your eyes
watch the license plates on the highway
check the scales, they never lie
to the top, they writhe
it could change our lives, we could see the others
the ones who don't have names
but there's no way to know if they're on our side
at exactly half 474
coincidences too frequent to ignore
I can only assume they can read my mind
the Snake it runs through all our lives
turn your face away from me
I don't want to hurt you
there's a cloud all crawling on me
and I'd prefer it if you'd stay the way you are