Maudlin Flying Fox

by Duane Starpilot

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an album of somewhat lofi, somewhat poppy, somewhat psychedelic, somewhat bizarre, somewhat catchy tunes.

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released May 15, 2015

All songs written, performed, and produced by Duane Aberle.
© Duane Starpilot & SOCAN 2015

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Track Name: Alcoholica
there’s a place, where we fall away accidentally
and it’s fun, to feel so free even though it’s not happening
there’s a place, where we fall away mistakingly
and it’s great, to feel so alive even though it’s just a curious dream

melting our head cuz it’s saturday
there’s nothing else you can take away

alcoholica, it’s a hologram, life is just as green here as anywhere
it’s a pantomime, double vision, decision is lost in a lack of precision
and it’s fun, to feel so alive even though it’s not really happening
and it’s great, to feel so free even though it’s just a blurry dream

melting our head cuz it’s saturday
there’s nothing else you can take away
Track Name: Spunbelievable
everything is spinning faster and faster and fast around
everything is spinning faster and faster and faster down
everything is spinning faster and faster and fast around
everything is spinning spinning spinning spinning now

where we think we’re going now’s not impossible
maybe just a little bit damned unbelievable
trying to make sense is such a bore that i feel that i
shan’t need to try to do it anymore
Track Name: The Sky Is Wasted
feasting on flamingos, feathers and all
bellyaches and paddycakes and posies we fall
and the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted

feelin like a plastic bag, drifting and all
the feeling is so simple but confusion we fall
and the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted

jupiter and me
starting to believe
there’s enough of me
to find it finally

the hard part is over, so now we can go
with headaches and chocolate cakes and things that we know

like the the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted

the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted

the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted
the sky is wasted
Track Name: Tasty People For Hungry Trains
tasty people for hungry trains
helicopter stains feed the beams to the stars
where the clock starts over

cymbals crash the plains
the forest sighs and wains as beanstalk laminates it’s squalor
in the chains and messy jeans

cover my soul in butter so you’ll lick me clean

wag your tail like a flag or a sail
the star is in your heart
so you run naked through a graveyard

on the corner of ginger and rye
electrophile troglodyte
different just like everybody else

cover my soul in butter so you’ll lick me clean
Track Name: Caught In The Auger
hey, caught in the auger
legs, caught in machines again
hey, work on me now
i am the naked drowning town

hey, caught in the cellar
hands, caught in the webs again
hey, where are we now?
i am the rain falling down
Track Name: The Pain That Makes Us Sane
my body tumbling, falling, fumbling, into a giant rose
all is trembling, bumbling, lumbering, into earthly flows
stepping from bursts of airborne particles
around me the pedals close
swallowed up inside the flower
ruby fortress on an emerald tower

a citadel, a citadel, that claims nobody knows

flipping, flopping, down into a bed of pollen
dripping, dropping, smacked softly upon feathers fallen
getting up to wipe the dust from my wings
around me sodden walls are tall and
strings of sound are bent ‘round spindles
ringing foul

it’s only pain, it’s only pain
it’s the pain that makes us sane
Track Name: Why Stop There
run to the muzzled son
everyone thinks yet nobody knows
and we are just one with a muzzled dead tongue

empty our lazy lungs
there is but pain at the casual slaying
but we only seem to be fleeting the sun

we’re unsure whether we’ve begun

we just wanna breathe, why stop there?
we just wanna see, why stop there?
just let us breathe and feel we’re done

let’s go to the moon, why stop there?
let’s flower and bloom, why stop there?
just let us loose to feel at one

feeling the frenzied birds
pecking at seeds that our consciousness feeds
it’s just a demon stepping on a nerve

wishing on altitudes
wasp in the flames that burn away time
and everything else falls away to the nude

we’re unsure whether we’ve made the news

we just wanna breathe, why stop there?
we just wanna see, why stop there?
just let us breathe and feel we’re done

let’s go to the moon, why stop there?
let’s flower and bloom, why stop there?
just let us loose to feel at one