Grounded from Lab Book by Your Thing

A3

Pris on bass, synths,
and electronics
Knic on synths, vocals, SFX
Raven on the drumset,
Your Thing on deck
Permanent Record

Grounded...
Tried listening to the tapes again,
Push through the cringe
Hadn’t found the plink pluck
No givens, no fucks
self-titled/ centered anthem,

Grounded...
Jolly Saint Nick cause,
I was good that year
Startup Nintendo, lucky duck
No Duck Hunt
No gun gear,
Dog eared scribbled
Forgotten loaner
of “See spot Run”

Grounded…
Economical comics
Bought there,
Plague bearer bear,
Straw punch top
Of berry-berry punch
Bearer of the Bad News
Bears Blu-ray, special edition

To Have
To Hold
You Behave
And Behold

Grounded ...
On the stern with my Pops
Penned Red’s 4 a Blue Planet,
A rising tide, pod
Array of jellyballs
Dolphin-Serpent, rolls spied aft
Co-wrote The Reconstruction Plan
With my eternal bud Full Nelson
Grating concrete, twisting
Hefty screws in the cow shed
Voicing fear through
Immense landing gears
Cleared

Grounded ..
A scolding, hot vent,
Scalped my ticket to the event,
Chased visuals in the hermitage,
To this day they haven’t
Toured again, though back then…

The Cure,
Head on the Door,
Two times, to
See the Dots on tour
Held Eds margarita,
Phil clarified the sensors
Amazed by the stars
Moved a lot, surfing futons
This sad old song
Two times in a trailer,
Um… steady on
Knic.

To Have
To Hold
You Behave
And Behold

Grounded …
no ends, an epidemic
of email loneliness,
Oh me, immediately

Grounded ..
Had to pop it with a pin
And run the tapes
Back again, ugh back then,
Convinced self-love equaled sin
Ground pin searching
For a circuit to course
Clunk punk told, it’s a curse
I ain’t never hadn’t got no luck,
Had to suck it up
and sell my sealed PS2,
To pay for the citation

Grounded ..
Minor with a six-pack hurled,
Tossed in, floating top up, bobbing
Down river, spotlighted
By securities lamp arc
Shmuck, all funk Puck,
Pwning the Earth
Erstwhile mirth,
cest la vie
For all it’s worth

To Have
To Hold
You Behave
And Behold

That window, no one knows
I’ve unlatched it, leave it so
Bring your good shoes,
Light jacket, some fire
Your phone, a couple stouts,
Leave it open a sliver
Enough to get under
We’re Slipping Out

• Electronic
• Experimental
• art funk
• jazz
• noise rock
• sludge pop
• United States