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Rant Are Our Bones

by Boolean Operators

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Never Gonna 02:05
I’m never gonna make it to 50 possibly 40, maybe 35 My heart is a cheap slut my mind is a bad fuck Little by little it won’t take me by surprise Saying bye bye bye, gorgeous bye Who will think my thoughts Someone else, not myself Never gonna
When I pump my fists I see money explode into houses and all our kids play in the backyard of our dreams When I move my hips I see funny bursts of sound and the smile on my face placeholds the scream Going over the edge of it Shake off all your preconceived and unelected fantasies oh murderers of evil men oh lovers of all the beauties you should want it off the clock you should thrust outside of history If there is an inner circle like there are in eyes or if it's like the oak savanna that we see when we crest the rise we are always on the outside going over the edge of it
Poundcake 02:49
Has there ever been a year a cow has understood A semiotic atmosphere, encased in a sea of drool Chilean cabernet’s expressing some doubts Our summer terroir nonsense Rant are our bones Picture a god Picture a god on a ship singing do-re-mi-fa-so what Let soothsayers drown When millionaires weigh a pound Has there ever been a day a snail hasn’t shat its shell We’re still alive but so are they A post-polar inimitable hell A pair of kids stare at a blood red sky The Crimson King is going to eat you Can’t run or hide Picture a god Picture a god on a ship singing do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do-fa-so-ti-do So what Your skin, your flesh draws me in Your smell, your glow draws me in
Rockstar 01:58
Silly boy, it's all been the same Guitar boy with your band all the fans cheer from the stands they're calling your name
Hills 02:23
In a small town you should relax And watch the hills get swallowed by the sun And paint a picture of everyone you love Hang them up and ignore the sounds of dogs beneath you Your not a painter, you can’t even draw Your hand aches; each sketch is the last one You’ve waited too long, now everyone is gone You’re left with hills and the wails of rabid dogs beneath you
Listen my darling boys Life is not a choice Sweat pavement tame your tongues The prats are leaving, they fear the worst thing imagined Summer night in a field The monad tree and its leaves screaming oh to Combine, collide, recombine and crystallize Scatter your matter across rows of roe and prawns Trick or treat your mind Silk candours and young amours you can swim in Summer night in a field The monad tree and its leaves screaming for their mother But leaves don’t have eyes Please sleep my darling boys, so soundly
Treadmill 01:26
You can't make me do anything I don't want to do, but the pressure's changed me from coal to diamonds. Now I have more value on the market but I just want to burn Why we keep on living on a lark why we never really make a mark What a whiner Would you rather be a brutal actor, like a human needle would the treadmill come to life beneath you like a lover in a ceiling mirror Why we want to look through magic doors why we think there must be something more
It took me hours to reach the point of going out and when you look my way I whimper in my throat and when I take you home mom's gonna be so proud you're just the kind of girl that I can bring around But I remember how it used to be how alone I felt. I'm so burned out that I am less than I had ever dreamed And then there is tomorrow/the future
Baby Becca wanted to throw a party For all her friends, mostly cats and dogs The little boxer’s wagging its tail-stump Dachshund with its shrill glass cry Look at the doberman’s eyes We were so young then With cake and ice cream in the backyard I am one of those sad sentimental fools Baby Becca’s kissing a gray hound The sun is shining up in the sky Look at the doberman’s eyes
drinking bees again for honey watching screens like babies gumming golden teddy bears in bow ties cauliflower ears and hemorrhoids we crushed a monster in the planter bed in a wheat field like the painter sucking stars for communion eating coins to feel human
I want to tell you I feel like a dog in heat I want to hold you in my arms and let you fall right through Little flowers blooming in our guts God was in her mind, only in her mind Please don't put your hands on her put them in a rabbit fur leave her feel alone in there The air gets dark in the day when the children play We want to fly like snow whips when the air is dry
Stoned 02:18
Wait my love though you’ve fire in your hair Dawn is gone, far beyond any prayer The final setting sun Both too old to run Now and past are gone We’re stoned Remember all of our hours at the lake We smelled of sun, shared our dreams Wide awake The final setting sun Both too old to run Now and past are gone We’re stoned


released August 22, 2015

All songs* written by Jon Schiedermayer and Shannon Williams

Williams: vocals, guitars, synths

Schiedermayer: vocals, guitars, synths, drums/percussion, saxophone mixing/mastering

*Dan Craig contributed lyrics to "How To Live Forever"


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Boolean Operators make concise and original pop songs, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes harrowing, always interesting.

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