Live @ Black Orange Studios - EP

by Cameron McCurdy

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Recorded in single takes at Black Orange Studio and Electronics

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released October 5, 2016

Composed & played by Cameron Mason McCurdy
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Recorded & mastered by Vivek Gabriel

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Track Name: Rooftop (Live)
The white, the bright, the overwhelming light,
cuts through the almost night–time-
sights and sounds I hear and see,
sat on tiles and staring past the trees.
The warmth that makes a house a home,
radiates up my rooftop perch,
it stops the chill of winter getting to my skin,
so I sit and search.
I search up top, to the quick and readily reddening sky,
I search down low, to the houses lain amongst where grass is dry.
While I search I question halos and the dead,
question what life is and the end,
the point of bitterness and friends.
And though I don't know what I search for,
on this house atop a hill.
The city shows by lighting what happens,
when the day is swallowed up and killed.

The people down below are ants,
working in their stone and metal hive to feed their queen of industry,
oh how I hope that's never me.
I see them living out of matchbox cars
that blow forward in the breeze of time to create history
as famous ants who rose from nothing just to dissolve back to nothing in their sleep.
I watch the grey expanse of city,
'til I think of something witty to sustain my brain,
so I can sleep all undisturbed and unperturbed
until the morning comes to take my pulse and drain the ulcer of responsibility.
Questioning life as it questions me.

An old ant climbs up scaffolding,
battling his aging frame,
until he sits upon the rooftop where the carving bears his name.
He spots old remembered features,
the skylight arcs out of the tiled frame,
like it wasn't quite meant to be there.
Oh no they never meant for it to be there.

The white, the bright, the overwhelming light
cuts through the almost daytime
sights and sounds he hears and sees,
sat on tiles and staring past the trees.
This old man is me,
breathing in the home I miss dearly.
No one lives here now, so it's just me,
myself, and a rooftop in the trees.
Track Name: Convenient (Live)
Eyes on the ground, feet on the floor, you want more so still you linger
I couldn't point the finger at you
Eyes on the mirror, you just want to see it clear so you linger
Until you breath fogs up the glass, I think you're talking out your ass

The world ain't black and white, it don't take a man to go and lord over the night
Yet still you linger
The world is technicolor, respect those with the same gender as your mother as they linger

So you try to pick up the stupid
Whoops it turns out they're intoxicated
By your love, it's intoxicating

And nobody loves you, oh they know you too well
Oh yeah they know you so well
And nobody sees you, all they see is a shell
Because they know you so well

You're just a misogynist, and they treat you so well
They need you so
This patriarchy is so convenient for you
Track Name: I'm a Sap for Apathy (Live)
When I look into your eyes I feel nothing at all
I have just been preconditioned by my generational apathy

Solitude is mandatory, loneliness is fun
Let’s all break the melancholy, give the kids a gun
People leave and people grieve and funerals are underrated
It shows we cared about them at all

CHORUS:
People come and people go, and still they’ll never wanna know
The time, the place, the way you die
The kind of fact to make old men cry

When I stare into the abyss I feel perfectly fine
I have just been preconditioned by my generational apathy

Stare into the dragon’s den
You’ll wish you were not alone
You’ll wish you had brought your phone
And wish that it was charged

See the moon it’s looking for you, meet its judging gaze
And find your river’s cracked and dried and your heart bleeds
Because that’s what it’s supposed to do, and when it stops
You’ll realise, that entropy was such a pointless fear

CHORUS
Track Name: r/brandnew (Live)
I’m seeing them twice next week, Maryland and MSG
And I’ve never been excited
I would die right there with you, a Mary Belle sings sweet sixteen
I couldn’t be more excited if I were to pop my spleen

Try to stand, oh no I don’t think I can
Crash your cymbal, ride into a man
Tom’s playing bass, do you want that?
Shirt buttoned, wearing a hi-hat

Oh you’ve a knack for the dramatic and you seem to be well loved
What a hellcat of an addict, and you’re holding me at gunpoint
The 2nd time this week you’re there to greet me with goodbye
A reference to Turner-ing heads and still you wonder why
All the times and times between you could have read between the lines
That you snorted and your eyes are soaked with light
Oh you’ve a knack for the dramatic and you seem to be well loved
What a hellcat of an addict and you’re holding me at gunpoint

I’ll watch the way the roses fall to land amongst the pools, they’re pouring
Down a stream, join in-between the lines formed when I raise three fingers
To the flame, they’ll burn away until you reveal the one to blame – yourself
You know you always will, and I’ll see you cry me a river
Track Name: A "Spirited" Chimp (Live)
I would be being dishonest if I were to say
that I did not care about anything
But sadly that could not be further from the truth
Because I got a lot of feelings and
I bottle them up and put them on the counter to
sell to anybody who’s willing to lose

CHORUS:
Sometimes I want to run away x4
Because every single thing I want to say has already been said by countless people before me
How could I be so unoriginal to rip off a cave man’s feelings of wanton insecurity
Stare at each leaf, examine a tree, they’re blissfully unaware of me
I could set them on fire, but luckily I’m not fucked up and so I have no desire to

I’m gonna write up a speech for whatever you want to have your
Eulogy say when you die young, “A spirited chimp but you’re quite dumb”
“Turned into old man at 21, wrote up a note and he bought a gun”
“Two weeks passed and another day, lost his scrote and threw it away.”
I’m gonna write up a speech for whatever you want to have your
Eulogy say when you die young, “A spirited chimp but you’re quite dumb”
“Turned into old man at 21, wrote up a note and he bought a gun”
“Two weeks passed and another day, lost his scrote and threw it away.”

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Because every single thing I want to say has already been said by countless people before me
I don’t really mean anything when you look at the whole picture of billions of people
But that’s okay, I’ll talk to friends/make Bolognese
I’ll watch a movie, go to sleep, wake up and nothing will have changed