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Tim Kasher's Radio

by The Pineapple Army

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1.
We all work at blinding speed. We are a well oiled machine. We have screwdrivers and were jamming them into the gears to satisfy greed. It's this need to perpetuate stereotypical dreams. It seems that we're trying to outlive the lives that we lead. We do this so miserably, by the time we reach pregnancy one of us will: be dead or abandon the other. It's a shame that it's come to this but the logical option is to abort before this thing gets serious. We all work against ourselves; digging our plots, getting closer to hell. We're the Laundromats that young hopefuls waste hours in following fantasies. Can't you see that we're wasting our lives when we could be flourishing. It's so simple. If we helped one another and never had sex... ...there'd be love with no consequence. I could live with this hopelessness because it'd be gone with no trace of it ever. If we learned how to coexist we could live life with no regrets and no secrets and no backstabbing memories. I don't sleep and I'd really like to get to sleep. Every moment that I'm not asleep I think and it's getting me thinking. Maybe I'll build a time machine that will show them that I can dream bigger than them and I'll actually change something. Take notice i'm taking flight and matters into my own hands. I'm doing what I think is right and that's defying logic. I swear I will save us from age.
2.
I've been staying awake making basic unicorn shapes masqueraded as a staple of what people should create. You're no positive thing. Cycle through, find what's missing. Snap a gasket. Go ballistic. I was just trying to pay a visit. There's this cricket that I see every time I try to be anything besides this heap and it alarms me. Then the blast doors close, implode, and hold in the fire, slo-mo, and i'm none the wiser just caught up in my own tired mind games. It's a moving thing with such big eyes. Cryptic, misguided. Who can survive when the Earth splits in half and gives birth to a better place. I've been staying in shape by hating to the point of break sweat, by self-indulging every chance i get. Muscle weighs more than regret. There's a lot of things that I should do but I tend to spend my time thinking of you when I should be thinking about me and my needs and my feelings. I've been holding a grudge for years. I haven't ever budged, not once. I'm collecting bugs at the risk of never being loved by someone pretty with a purpose because I haven't earned it. I deserve to be deserted incase you haven't heard. I'm not a martyr, i'm not that important. How bout a barter? I'll trade blood for your rewards. This is the sequel and we all know how that works out. It wasn't equal but it's too late to change that now.
3.
I took a shower and I made it too hot on purpose so that I could let all the poison out. It felt so damn good, every scalding drop. I could feel the anger washing down and off of me. I was clean. It was amazing. It was a dream. I could taste it. I made some sandwiches to replenish all of the vitamins, the vital ones I lost during the detox rinse. I forced down every bite and washed it down with a gallon of milk I acquired from the Mountain Goats from around the block. My tongue was turning purple, my face lit bright with boils from the boiling water I used to make me good. Now, it may seem like self-mutilation but that is so fucking stupid. Q: Who in their right mind would hurt themselves likes that? A: Someone who needs the attention, I assume. I was clean. It was amazing. It was a dream. I could taste it. I ignored my need for a Doctor and I just kept on making sandwiches that I'd eat every time that I was feeling sad. I only watch DVDs of TV shows and not movies because I'm terrified for when something must come to an end. I was clean. It was amazing. It was a dream. I could taste it. I thought I had mastered the art of driving and sobbing at the same time but in one lapse of bad judgement I was killed. Yeah, my body ripped to ribbons in the ether of the macrocosm so nobody remotely important will ever know about it. I was clean. It was amazing. It was a dream. I could taste it.
4.
Rapeclone 04:42
Please don't ask because you're not even close. It's hard to be open with someone so closed. My arms getting tired from holding this pose. I've stood here since Winter but you wouldn't know. My heart has been melted along with snow and now nothing remains, not even a soul. I just go through the motions, i'm just a rapeclone. Something you can just fuck and no one will know. Living for love just to spite those who don't. Leaving a fresh wound, a sticky black hole. You dress me in scarves to cover my throat and nobody asks so they'll never know. There are no answers just questions that are asked in discretion, interrupting the seminar already in session. Take rulers to knuckles. Leave bruises as lessons then ask us again if we wan't a Caesarean section. What kind of Doctor would sign up for this? The kind with no patience, no time for his kids. He must work day and night trying to make it exist. All his work is in vain because it never lives.
5.
Another Song 02:40
I cannot assimilate. I hate life and everything associated with it. I cannot appreciate and therefore I am cursed to never mutate into something better; locked inside this timeless cellar. No social skills, I am so sheltered. I cannot imaginate or paraphrase without including every sopping detail because without it it wouldn't sound so juicy. I cannot alleviate. No power pills, nor protein shakes, no double takes no shorter days. A hazy memory gets laid to waste. It's another song about how much I hate my life and want to die and so cliche that I lie then stick some needles in my eyes. Now it looks like Hells on the rise cause all the lakes and rivers dried. Come jab the spear into my side. Out pours the waterfalls of wine. I'm so sick of everything. I want to cut my legs and bleed to test the ones I mess with just to make them stress affection and the rest. Next comes connection followed quickly by infection, not the kind primed to be bested. God blessed the beast with intellect and it went wild, broke a smile, grew teeth bigger than a crocodiles. It ate a child and shat out a man who can't understand or meet all your demands so you bury him (in the grave you had him dig).
6.
You've been a horrible person and you're getting all the benefit. You have guilt that scars your body so stop acting innocent. You've been making a legend and I've seen the insides of it. I helped with the blueprints. I know where your weak spot is. You've been a waste of my money. I could've bought a bunch of cooler shit. I could've kept my dignity and still have some self confidence. You said you wouldn't last without me but you turned out to be a hypocrite. What's new? Not you, you're the same old succubus. You've been a thorn in my side and now the wound has got infected. I don't need a specialist cause I have my own medicine. I know what you're thinking but I'll no longer be the pessimist. In retrospect you were nothing but a god damn accident. We're not even in a war...not yet. There's nobody keeping score? Don't bet on it. I've been making mental notes, taking photographs inside my head to see your witches work; it's just the way that bitches work and I'll no longer say the wrong things. I won't be saying anything to you. This pencils on fire and my bed is in ashes. Such feelingless love should never have happened. I saw this all coming and tried to prevent. I didn't want to love you cause you're a horrible person.
7.
Madness 02:20
8.
Nine out of ten recommend that we spend all our money and time on another. Eight of those nine will eventually find there's a whole other world to discover. But all ten of these men at some point pretend there is room in their life for a lover and just as I guessed, it's a test, there's no point and it makes all the samples self-conscious and wonder... "What would life be like without the fairer sex?" No competition, complication, arrogance, no reason to get out of bed just live in my head and forget all the shit I was fed. Oh, it would be so wonderful if you didn't exist. I'm not a monster, a monsoon, a constant. Don't bother because you can't rely on me. I will fuck everything you make up. We will break up and get back together like polar bear opposites. You will replace everything I was feeling with what you were feeling like some kind of wickedness. Jesus Christ and I saw it all coming and tried to prevent it but it happened anyway. Now I'm looking for methods of dropping a house on you Baby and it isn't difficult. All I need is a hurricane and they've been migrating North for the Summer like seagulls. But I never think consequence and sure enough I am caught in the tempest I've summoned and I am a ragdoll that's victim to all of the voodoo you do and that proves that you're not who you said were.
9.
You look like you're asphyxiated, could it be you're dead? You're the campfire story we've all come to know and loathe. You sneak through the holes of the phone into my willing head. You're the disease that has always been right underneath my nose. You must have done something you shouldn't have at some point. Broke in, broke the skin, broke my bones, made me think you're a nurse but made me forget I'm a Doctor. You hook me up intravenously. You are my blood supply. You answer all my dire with your well constructed lies. You wouldn't let me breathe without your supervision. You wouldn't let me leave without getting your permission. You must have slipped me something and performed some surgery. Broke into my brain, snipped some nerves, made the change. You're my Nurse. Please never leave my side again. You treat me like a chore now, one you never want to do. I'm clinging to your side while you try to leave the room. It's your fault I'm like this. I didn't get to choose. You made me an invalid with your vile empty flu. You must have slipped away to perform some surgery on some other Doctor in more need than me. I woke up one morning and felt a cold breeze and then I didn't feel anything after that. It's not like anything will help. I have to learn to die alone, mend all of my bones. Now the brighter path has shown itself. I'm doing well. You're no Nurse but I'm a Doctor.
10.
Oh Well 04:46
You know the river doesn't stop until the lake is overflowing. It's time to build yourself a wall. Put it up around us all until nothing is showing. Now there's a well outside the gate that's full of people overgrowing. It's getting worse before it gets any better and depending on the weather it'll either be the hurricanes or benders that will get her alone. You know it's not about the love. The principle is overwhelming. I think I've earned myself some time behind the walls inside your mind. Between your thighs, well, you're just melting. Now everything has up and changed. Sometimes I find it overbearing that I couldn't change the past, go back before it ever happened, stop myself from ever caring. Oh no, this isn't built to hold so much so overboard we go. Sink or swim if you want to live but that would mean never going home alone. You know it's half about the love but more importantly the story. Sometimes the kids will grow up, start to fuck, put the marker back at one. There's no challenge to the balance, just a stallion in the mud. Oh God. Now there's a baby in your gut that's getting bigger by the minute. You'll have to reach inside yourself, find the strength to make it well and then we can kill it. I know i'm not about to change everything that I have worked for just because I fed into the urges in my head I shouldn't have to fight in this war for some dumb whore. Oh well, I went and made my Hell, walked in and now I dwell on the remains. Sink or swim but now I'm drowning in placenta. I am going home again. Oh well, I went and filled myself with all the factual and nothing else. How is it that I'm reduced to this while nothing else is effected as well.
11.
Cuddlefish 04:51
She was found dead in a bathroom at a truck stop in Chicago. There were footprints leading out back to a dumpster where they saw him. He was dead too. Then it hit them and they all fell. It was poison. It was airborne. It had surfaced. Now its too late for America to carry on. Now a wasteland; no survivors, no vampires, no good actors, no gas crisis, no devices just a burned out ashen salt. And the oceans? Oh, the oceans. Well...the oceans dried right up. There was nothing but a pile a rotting corpses that the Cuttlefish devoured. As it turns out we were fooled by what we underestimate. There's a science for our mindset for a reason we create. It consumes and it dooms us to go living out our fate but they're living underwater and they're able to mutate. That's just great...we should probably ignore that. And they came down from the heavens and it turns out they can fly. They can see us. See right through us. W's inside their eyes. They're efficient, more developed and the years have made them wise. We as humans can't be trusted and they know this. They decide that it's time that we all die. It's a bloodbath. This is hopeless and we know this but we fight as were struck by random lightning that comes barreling out the sky. It's a new year under new rule and we all are asking why it's extinction without question. It's a bigger genocide...or a better word for genocide.

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released February 21, 2012

eric- vox, guitar, keys, drums, writing, composing
alex- vox, bass, keys, perc, production, mixing, mastering

this album is for Jeremy James Combs.

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I've always been terrible at writing biographies so why stop now. We're probably a band from Michigan. We don't adhere to a specific genre which causes mild schizophrenia in certain individuals. We will write commercial jingles for the right price and we do NOT play at weddings, only funerals. ... more

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