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plastic death

by glass beach

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1.
coelacanth 06:34
the ghost rots away in the embrace of its own gaze in automatic cycles and habits paper the mirrors, closed eyes see clearer die cut my shadow into the drywall ego at half mast, gas masks and hazmats chemical war children were singing animals bleating markets and town square in dissonant fanfare laughs at the gallows a truce in the trenches guards at the fences saying “all that you’re seeking won’t be found here” goodbye, mayfly. fly from still water how long i have loved you how long have i loved you? goodbye, mayfly. call it a bad dream how long i have loved you how long have i loved you? skin to walk into warm blood to fill you a heart with a glass door all that you asked for from family nexus to family nexus vox populi, vox dei held like a headwound violence will free you heart with a glass door all that you asked for, coming to you.
2.
motions 03:32
paralyzed with possibility gotta get me out of this mess new york times best seller rehearsed conversation meet me at the tip of the iceberg and cut me out of my clamshell tallow taste on a forked tongue not my problem hell is other people damned to abject heads i’ll win the devil’s favor. i’ll wean myself off dread. reveal your underbelly, i’ll hollow out your shell. i spiral in dark patterns i’m so sick of going through the motions i wanna be the new routine i wanna kill the competition and i wanna run like a machine i wanna find another way out select all images containing traffic lights. select all images containing stop signs. i am not a person beyond my own success. beneath my chitin jacket, i wear no human flesh. i only want to eat you, i come with no pretense. i spiral in dark patterns, i’m so sick of going through the motions i wanna be the new routine i wanna blend into the background and i wanna run like a machine i wanna find i wanna find i wanna find i wanna find i wanna find i wanna find i wanna find protect me from what i want.
3.
by no design, in the stairwell of your carapace your fortress of sinew and steel don’t you get bored just staring through the crack in the door? you know no one is home so why act unsure? your malnourished architecture trembles with each austere breath. a recursive dream of a panic attack. the bell keeps ringing slip under the door. don’t you get bored just staring through the crack in the door? come on in, it’s so cold outside we’re stocked for a war munitions from the ceiling to the floor show your teeth, let me be terrified. a recursive dream of a panic attack. the bell keeps ringing slip under the door. is the body a property? razor wire anatomy maybe i’m “4real” let me spell it out in the soft topography of corporeal territory maybe i’m “4real” is the body a property? is the body a property? take control of your property. mutilation autonomy, reclamation of territory.
4.
guitar song 02:28
draw salt circles kiss your needles afraid i’ll give you what we want will bore us. all verse-chorus green light red light i don’t know on doric legs, tail to head, or the ouroborous won’t flow. only love, drunk isotope, your burning hearth, your self-appointed silhouette said you dreamed him in a garden murmuring some tune like “twenty-eight birds go along for a walk, twenty-six birds tug the wheat from the stalk, twenty-four birds on a line in the chalk, twenty-two birds singing, twenty-eight birds go along for a walk, twenty-six birds tug the wheat from the stalk, twenty-four birds on a line in the chalk, twenty-two birds singing” on doric legs, tail to head, or the ouroborous won’t flow. only love, drunk isotope, your burning hearth, your self-appointed silhouette
5.
rare animal 04:38
guess i maybe misunderstood i mean i guess i maybe had misspoke. we’re living in two different dialects we’re speaking two different zip codes. gold star, look me right in the eye i mean gold star, see the shapes on the lightbox? it’s sleepless car rides on anxious nights it’s nothing after nothing. thinking was he some gig you had to quit in 1999 thinking about the fireflies on your back porch in mid-july thinking about if he keeps playing db cooper through her life thinking about you thinking about you he’s just sleepwalking on weary feet your headache, your absentee (don’t get lost in a metaphor, don’t get lost in a metaphor) in a daydream. (don’t get lost in a metaphor, don’t get lost in a metaphor) tectonic as all you do, thinking about you. thinking about you. parachute backpacks and cash stacks, abscond the plane. no one was watching, he’s lost in pacific rain. run with the ransom. head in a handgun. tomorrow was all smoke and mirrors. tomorrow was all smoke and mirrors.
6.
cul-de-sac 04:35
every single day, circling a cul-de-sac alligator eyes staring out of storm drains walking in your wake, circling the refrain “i know it’s not gonna last.” ease your bellyache, occupy your fever dreams your disembodied voice still blaring from a tv screen “the modern earth was born in a two-car garage” “i know it’s not gonna last.” let it fall from your grasp. half asleep, foraging silver screens for a dream. that we aimlessly reenact only now every town is the same town, every doomsday cult pleading we’ve gone off track. we’re circling a cul-de-sac. the new age cut their hair, found eternity in crypto mines. the new age cut their hair, sincerity is anodyne. the desert of the real was overcast by its map. “i know it’s not gonna last.” i want to be your tv girl plastic-wrapped on bladderwrack. to find a stable plot across the rotting corpse of god ghosts of the past, living just to react. “i know it’s not gonna last.” little foal in the grass, in your youth, in a fugue, sigil signs in hexadecimal hues. your view will never stand beside of the fact all your love, went away. all the mayflies died in a day. your autumn will pass, your moonlight will wane and wax. circling a cul-de-sac circling a cul-de-sac circling the refrain “i know it’s not gonna-”
7.
whalefall 04:10
toss all your change to the wellspring. i won’t offer me, i want all for me. as i lay awake as i lay awake i have just one request. past the babbling brook, lapping languidly. abandon ship to the northern wind. as i lay awake i have just one request. in the undertow in the undertow feeding on the body of a in the undertow in the undertow feeding on the body of a whale as i lay awake.
8.
puppy 03:17
we made great plans every single day we were alive with hate we were quiet company. we made great plans every single day but these days bear weight. this shame is gravity. call it back and forth and you call it back and forth and just to turn and say “where the hell are you trying to go?” and you call it back and forth and you call it back and forth and just to turn and say “where the hell are you trying to go?” and you call it back and forth. hold your hands inbetween the bars and i’ll lick your palms and bite your fingernails hold your hands inbetween the bars and i’ll just lay here so effortlessly still. call it back and forth and you call it back and forth and just to turn and say “where the hell are you trying to go?” and you call it back and forth and you call it back and forth and just to turn and say “where the hell are you trying to go?” and you call it back and forth. i want to let you know. i want to let you know. i want to let you know. i want to let you know. i want to let you know. i want to let you know. (call it back and forth and you call it back and forth and just to turn and say “there’s something missing.”) i want to let you know. i want to let you know. (call it back and forth and you call it back and forth and just to turn and say “there’s something missing.”) panic signs, every single day when your hands betray no sense of sympathy. and you hold my head every single day but these days i fear the love in everything. and you call it back and forth.
9.
the killer 04:13
in pouring rain, the killer will wander the wet riverbank. in sneaker tracks, to lead him back to the folks he’d chased away. as foxes dodge his soles, and root through rabbit holes. underneath as nesting dolls the tender flesh to carry home a trail of blood, crimson and warm spattered cross the ragged brush. “oh little fox, you got caught in the teeth of a hunter’s trap.” and tore through skin and bone, where iron teeth take hold and underneath as nesting dolls, the tender flesh to carry home. as you decide through killer eyes taken by your trembling trigger hand in gentle jaws, the barrel of your .22
10.
the CIA 04:42
can’t help but fall into your arms blink at every false alarm there is nothing i can do to separate myself from you. yeah you’re my panopticon with your radar always on empty cells in hollow dens a reflection in your lens. always terrified under a spell wiretap my head i’m a chemical well horrified, nothing to hide this emptiness always terrified under a spell wiretap my head i’m a chemical well your vacant eyes is your surveillance tenderness? lost without your love there’s a war inside us i can’t help but volunteer this heart for the fear when we’re apart in the belly of the beast born are we as ambergris. happy in your eagle eye til the aqueducts run dry. hung on every word you say oh we love the CIA. always terrified under a spell wiretap my head i’m a chemical well horrified, nothing to hide this emptiness always terrified under a spell wiretap my head i’m a chemical well your vacant eyes is your surveillance tenderness? lost without your love in your teeth, on your mind your sympathy’s a waste of time little blinking light you hide behind i can’t help it i keep coming back to you cut through the artery suck the blood cut through the artery suck the blood can’t help but fall into your arms blink at every false alarm
11.
200 03:49
nav lights, across gasoline seas come as you like, march as calvalry. cause i’ve been waiting on you so long i know i could crumble carrying this weight. the poison swims into deltas an insatiable autocannibal drawn to you what did my eyes ever tell you? it’s just the cries of an animal baby i don’t care cause i’ve been waiting on you so long i know i could crumble carrying this weight. all your impulses and all your troubles will lacerate the skin so move your body like it’s automatic it’s all you have to do baby, i feel sold for entertainment, desperation as riot control. i feel sold for entertainment, desperation as riot control. i feel sold for entertainment, desperation as riot control.
12.
commatose 09:49
i couldn’t even hear you on the phone we’ve been caught up in a one note monotone i’ve been living with my head down, comatose your memory walks as a roving ghost. tacet alibi, hold me underwater. in your sweet embrace wear me out. terror at your heels, whatever makes you feel good. burning through each hour, to wait it out. i couldn’t even hear you on the phone. we’ve been caught up in a one note monotone. i’ve been living with my head down, comatose. your memory walks as a roving ghost. and when i tried to reach her on the phone, we got lost in the three note area code. she was soaked into the carpet and her clothes, monument to the fear that has taken host. i couldn’t even hear you. i couldn’t even hear you. i couldn’t even hear you. turn to the left. turn to the right. turn to the left. gold rush bleeding hole where the coal was. a raging bull where your soul was. i love you better when you’re kept in check. plastic death, plastic death suck the marrow til there’s nothing left, nothing left send every message as an SOS, SOS i love you better when you’re kept in check. there’s no mystique. even in death just a cheap pastische. we’re belly-laughing in the nosebleeds. plastic death, plastic death suck the marrow til there’s nothing left, nothing left send every message as an SOS, SOS i love you better when you’re plasticine, in stark submission, trepannation bloodflow. dawn will glean clouds of bone let your hatred take control. in sacred sleep, you will seize daylight unbound by flesh. in this light, this gorgeous lie weathered white, in tempestuous tides bleeding out in advertising red couldn’t wait, couldn’t handle all the love to pass through you. rows of evergreen stand by silent water all is full of love, all is beautiful.
13.
abyss angel 05:56
all the burned meat, all the blood in the trees i am burning with the blood in the trees and i know it’s not easy to see it’s not easy to me it’s not easy to me it’s not easy to me all the burned meat, all the blood in the trees she’s a lost fawn in a frozen creek licking numb limbs, mending blistered knees in a little white pill you refuse to eat. all the burned meat, all the blood in the trees i am burning with the blood in the trees and i know it’s not easy to see it’s not easy to me it’s not easy to me it’s not easy to me family nexus swallowed all exits, your house is a double bind in hallways so hard to find, your love is a double bind. family nexus swallowed all exits, your house is a double bind in hallways so hard to find, your love is a double bind. family nexus swallowed all exits, your house is a double bind in hallways so hard to find, your love is a double bind. cause i want to hurt you so so bad when you lay there on the floor i will laugh. quilted sheets, let me be as clay in your coarse fingertips. your plastic silhouette, i will lay. i am a human body. do you know? do you remember?

credits

released January 19, 2024

glass beach is
j mcclendon - vocals, guitar, piano, synth, theremin
layne smith - guitar, spoken voice on coelacanth
jonas newhouse - bass, keyboard, synth
william white- drums

gang vocals by j mcclendon, layne smith, jonas newhouse, william white, and daxe schaeffer
featuring additional performances by jer hunter - trumpet and trombone on motions and 200
tony sanders - trumpet and trombone on coelacanth, trumpet on motions
tommy pedrini - marimba on coelacanth and whalefall
camille faulkner - violin on the killer and commatose

additional instrument parts arranged by j mcclendon

recorded, engineered, and mixed by layne smith and j mcclendon aka rat castle recordings

additional engineering for marimba recording sessions by chioko yamasato
mastered by will yip

album cover by daxe schaeffer
additional art and packaging design by daxe schaeffer and j mcclendon

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