Fresh from the coffers of the Estate, available are limited edition Digipak CDs of Rhys Langston's first full-length, Aggressively Ethnically Ambiguous.
Includes 12-page full color booklet of handwritten lyrics with four additional portraits taken by Parker Day.
The album digitally releases on September 1st, but orders of the CD will be shipped out one week early, to reward the early adopters.
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Includes unlimited streaming of Aggressively Ethnically Ambiguous
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
[intro]
code-switching yeah we code switching
(flipping the switches)
yeah we, yeah we, yeah we
[Chorus]
code switch when
politics blend,
respect expectation,
cede mouth over win
x3
code switch when
politics blend,
respect expectation,
over mouth
cede win
[Verse One]
There’s a good pastrami deli in the north of Timbuktu.
but Hasidic zealotry prefers a rye tuna bleu.
In Nunavut, Greenland I’ve seen it all come true
while watching court side with the one that flew Cuckoo.
Wycherley hands the rock to Vonnegut,
his ankles are broke,
that poetry in motion,
hoop and writing in the spokes. One wrong move, yoked and poked, Will/Bill takes no notes.
Victoria is on the Jumbotron without a cloak.
Huxley decline post-game comments.
Orwell and he were traded.
They stayed on the floor,
Put up shots, got soma-faded.
I “double thinked” then double blinked.
A wormhole closed, I found a drink.
Gelatinous pink overwhelmed that icy rink,
but the story of the puck is for a longer mature brink.
(and I suggest you just think)
Of words far less circuitous,
where explanations are a must,
where I can dig under the crush.
On C.P.T.
I never rush.
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
semblance to the sewers,
rakes muck,
what the fuck:
idioms, expletive, jingoism, yellowed news, yolk
thrown up
(bounty lips,
commercial absorption,
taglines trace the foreskin,
precede the pill,
activation for endorphins)
storming, free warring
north end, aisle 6,
steel cut porridge,
headline the morning latte:
“oats go well with an orange”
man coughs god bombs,
Yahweh’s steel, open arms,
pretext,
testament,
glaze over the talk show,
donut psalms.
instead,
“lawn jockey, hockey puck, the verandah is a slut,”
redressed in exposés, cotton cloth,
in God we bluff (yeah),
in God we bluff (yeah),
in God we bluff (yeah),
fund is to trust
as sum is to us,
consumed sans the crust,
napkins stained enough,
those in need of proof can check the green lips of the higher ups.
It’s half past brunch y’all
(it’s half past brunch).
the definition of idiosyncratic; a beautiful, raw odyssey through depersonalization and free association against the canon and toward a new one Rhys Langston