Fake Yoga

by The Foxymorons

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1.
changing yr mind is not my job (growing my hair is) watching the clock is not my job (walking away is) my heavy eyelids are shot banging the pans and the pots in praise of you... in your arms i'm feeling good sentient creatures say we should. but how do you know if we could? riding the bus is not my job (making my bed is) acting your age is not my job (feeling my pulse is) my heavy eyelids are shot running from kanines and kops in praise of you in your arms i'm feeling good sentient creatures say we should gene wilder says we should but how do you know that we would? how do you know that we.....
2.
at the hem of your pants the detective is behind the plants. get your books and your friends. the geriatric mannequins. there's time for later, alligator, my friends. don't wait for after...the inspector's coming again. the agent's at the door but the plot was only hatched at four. if they can't make you dance, well I bet you that a little Can...can. there's time for later, alligator, my friends. don't look so dour, in an hour, we'll......lookout! solo there's time for later, alligator my friends. don't wait for after, the inspector's coming again. here he comes... here he comes... here he......
3.
The People 02:49
the people who try to refine you, dear those boys and their noise you want them to see what you’ll come to your eyelids and those anklets the moonbeams get caught on your lashes
4.
time is never what you make it it never really fakes it like going back home life is running out the window it’s shrinking in the mirror and you’re watching it go hope it creeps up like a riddle a villain in the middle of the story of home hurt it takes you by surprise now you tear up and you break down in the alley alone spinning, spinning, spinning spinning on a needle spinning, you’re spinning on a needle spinning, you’re spinning on a needle spinning, you’re spinning on a needle spinning, you’re spinning on a needle spinning, you’re spinning on a…
5.
verse with your head in the books and your homebody looks you tried hard to hang but they always would (chorus) gang up on you anyhow throw you down onto the ground you tried not to make a sound you tried hard to make a sound v on the school bus they freak and they cuss you sit by yourself and wish for c daydream boyfriends you could tell woody allen, richard hell you never had a wishing well you never had a wishing well I don’t need anyone to teach me how to speak ‘cause when I see you smile I become so weak please don’t you start to cry / your eye make-up will streak so why don’t you stay a while?
6.
if i’m not mistaken this seat is taken you pulled the ripcord too soon open the folder this record’s over you skipped when i needed you (chorus) and you will always come back to me you will, always come back and you will always come back to me you will, always come back this endless story is getting boring you snuck out through the backstage your trigger finger is aimed at the singer what made you think i would stay?
7.
Hugs/Drugs 02:43
do you need a friend? to the very end? all your life's just a tragedy, babe the dude ditched you again run from the nuns with the knives and the guns pray to the saints 'cause you know that i ain't when you feel attacked girl, i've got your back do you need a new remedy, babe or just a place to crash? throw down the drugs and give me a hug you're acting so tough, enough is enough (last section) come on and hang out in the sun you're hiding yourself from everyone come on come on come on come on come on come on
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a boxful of candy cigarettes and casio cassettes in hiding a face full of heavy metal aids are making you ashamed of smiling (chorus) she’s got shredded roots and a permanent frown she’s got cherry lips and a permanent frown teen heartbreak your hamster nearly died the bonnie to your clyde queen drama retreating to fashion magazines while anorexic dreams are calling
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would you talk, if you please? (consonants aren’t the enemy) it’s hard for me yr painted eyes and weekend tees run to me now obviously maybe our slow geometry is incomplete angles sharp like folded knees run to me learn how to fall the best mistakes are cannonballs in the hall wimbledon tickets and marc chagall learn how to fall come to sleep a cat on my forehead; your dog at my feet. press repeat minor threat and on the beach run to me…. could you run to me? won’t you run to me?
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Mixed Meds 04:03
hey little girl your golden halo that once hovered overhead has tarnished into rust so rest your weary heart the bites and bullets aimed in your direction are misconstrued and acts of love (chorus) it’s only in your head don’t fall victim to your dread it’s only in your head talk to me dear i’m on your side but jokes aside this wound’s infected and in jeopardy of trust such a scary word a delicate bouquet of faith and fears lodged in between the truth and tears (chorus) it’s only in your head don’t complicate your meds it’s only in your head solo (chorus) it’s only in your head don’t fall victim to your dread it’s only in your head don’t complicate your meds it’s only in your head you criticize what you once read it’s only in your head you gotta get up out of bed

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The Foxymorons’ forthcoming 5th long-player, Fake Yoga, is a joyous collection of abrasive, nervous, tuneful guitar rock. However, underneath the strange amp noise and boyish vocals are deceptively effortless melodies addressing themes of anxiety, restlessness and escape. See songs like “Sentient Creatures” (“watching the clock is not my job / walking away is”) or “Frontier Feelings” about a tormented teenage loner who wishes for “daydream boyfriends you could tell / Woody Allen, Richard Hell”. (We won’t even mention the pleading and frail album closer “Mixed Meds.”) The record hearkens back to the band’s own earlier output, especially their noisy and lo-fi debut 7” single. Ultimately, the duo prove on Fake Yoga that they can channel their penchant for graceful melody into songs that skronk and squeal. Thanks for listening!

credits

released November 6, 2015

The Foxymorons are David Dewese and Jerry James. Written, recorded and performed by The Foxymorons. ©2015 American Viceroy / I Saw The Ocean (SESAC). Drums by Will Johnson. Additional recording by Matt Pence at The Echo Lab, Argyle, Texas. Mixed by Matt Pence at The Echo Lab, Argyle, Texas. Mastered by Blake La Grange at Mercury Mastering, Oceanside, California. Designed by The Foxymorons. Website: www.foxymorons.com. Write us!: foxymorons@gmail.com.

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The Foxymorons Mesquite, Texas

The band’s story began in the sun-baked suburb of Mesquite, Texas way back in the mid 90’s. High school friends, David Dewese and Jerry James, stumbled upon an abandoned drum kit in a Sunday School classroom while home on college holiday and a surreptitious recording entity was born. ... more

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