American Legends

by OK Glass

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Schnecke64 A perfectly perky soundtrack to the job you wish you could quit. Favorite track: Veins.
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1.
Every church in CST at noon, their bells all play They must have heard when I blasphemed and dumped the broadcast delay We should move and start anew Can we do no better? I don't know if I see you Firing up a thresher Watch the puppet master's mouth Third avenue is a wasteland Clenched my fists the whole way down We all scratch the same itch and corn salad is a benefit Just past 7:59 I would guarantee that half the clocks in mountain time scream concurrently Would you like that, cosmically? or would you rather it later? Translating your poetry Temporally belabored Been so cold in here for days The highway is a minefield Ground my teeth down to a paste We all champ the same bit Corn salad is a benefit No more bridges left to burn This country is an island Found the point of no return in the smiling pit Corn salad is a benefit Corn salad is a benefit
2.
Veins 01:43
In the pocket of a blazer I found at Goodwill I was delighted to discover a twenty dollar bill But the man on the front didn't look much like Grant Yes, the man on the front was no president man And the man on the front had a gun in his hand And the man on the front was you Covered in veins From head to toe, so varicose Look at your veins Like Pinocchio, showing every pulse As a major metropolitan district is serviced by trains so is your body and its veins And I can see you make it easy when you meet with the nurse I bet you need no tourniquet when you are shooting up horse What's a tiger gotta do to fend off wannabes? Oh, that's right, you better run, I got a million of these One time I noticed your face beneath the hands of a clock And then I picked up my traipse towards the end of the block And as I'm fastening my jacket, I'm feeling like a criminal Putting on my hat and I'm feeling like a criminal Walking down the block and I'm feeling like a criminal Carrying you into a bank Armed with your veins Check out your veins Although everyone's accustomed to gyri on their brains Not your whole body 'cause I can't bear to look but I can't stop staring It's got me shaking and it's got me swearing A pit full of snakes or a cabbage can't compare and in case you didn't know, I see your veins
3.
OK 01:51
Believe me when I say I'm OK Believe me when I say I'm OK You'll make me say it again but I'll never relent Believe me when I say I'm OK Don't stop me when I fall on my sword Don't stop me when I fall on my sword If you need someone to blame I can give you my name Don't stop me when I fall on my sword You wouldn't be so impatient if you could see it's requisite to say the things I have to every day Believe me when I say I'm OK Believe me when I say I'm OK Believe me when I say I'm OK You'll make me say it again but I'll never relent Believe me when I say I'm OK Don't rouse me when I'm closing my eyes Don't rouse me when I'm closing my eyes I just need a trepan to bleed some pressure Don't rouse me when I'm closing my eyes You wouldn't be so impatient if you could see it's requisite to say the things I have to every day Believe me when I say that I'm tireless In fact, there's lemniscates in my DNA Believe me when I say I'm OK
4.
My Backyard 00:37
5.
Get Out 01:15
Did anyone address the black hole that you created with your absence? Or did they ever even notice? You will never know And did you think you'd ever miss the dust you swept under the table? Do you think you're even able to miss? Get out What a breath of fresh air You must be so glad to get out I hope it's all still out there when I get out Did you encounter any trouble shaking the people off your coattails? What do you do when they deserve to be sequestered in the past? Does anybody have me pinned as next in line to plot their egress? Or is there something going on up there at all? Well, I will never tell you I will never tell you I will never tell you till it's time
6.
Reverie is fleeting with your hands around my neck with your hands around my neck with your hands around my neck Reverie is fleeting with your hands around my neck with your hands around my neck with your hands With your hands where I see them No sudden movements, stay right where you are If you had the Midas touch you could gild yourself into much too lifelike a statue But your friends at the Federal Reserve think you've had enough Reverie is fleeting with your hands around my neck with your hands around my neck with your hands around my neck Reverie is fleeting with your hands around my neck with your hands around my neck with your hands Around the world everybody is searching for a reason to be glad they're not buried in the ground Some have found that massive wealth can improve one's mental health That my air like my time, is running short is all I have found
7.
Podcast 03:00
Heaven shone upon me and an angel fell to earth That's the news this evening, that's all I have to report It's so true, you know how I do I run out of air when I'm talking to you This is great, you and me We should do this biweekly You know this could be a podcast You and I should have a podcast Yeah, this could be a podcast Whence this sudden bounty, engineered for this tableau Grab some tubs and buckets, we can catch the overflow It's so cool, I know what to do I'll fictionalize it and sing it to you This is great, you and me Number one creative team You know we should write a song Yeah, this could be a song I'll just put it in a song Apologies to those who wait The second episode is late But if you pledge three cents a day I'll let you hear the master tapes I've just been stretched extremely thin And work has been kind of a thing I'm sure you all know how it is I thank you for understanding Heaven took you from me, I'm not worthy of this gift Frankly, with no fanfare, you just calmly up and left It's so true, you know how I do I run out of outlets when I don't have you But it's so exploitable Since you left me on my own I guess I've got a new story Yeah, that's kind of a story I could put it in a song now And play it on my podcast
8.
2 flights of stairs (1, 2) did a number on my skeleton and that number was 2, count 'em, 2 hairline fractures on my fibula I can't play sports right now (oh no) I cannot run around It's kind of hard to walk (oh no) until the cast comes off 4 weeks in bed (1, 2, 3, 4) Well, the doctor said that I can move but I don't want to move in this state Don't look at me, I'm hideous You'd better make your peace (oh no) now while my heart still beats It won't be very long (oh no) I feel it coming on 1 big mistake (1) Hairline fractures too small to be seen even looking through a microscope Nurse, where's my sleeping pill? Wait, where's the hospital? It was just here, I swear where I fell down the stairs No cast upon my leg No weekend spent in bed No doctor's x-ray scan Time for the back-up plan: 3 flights of stairs (1, 2, 3)
9.
Sing, Singer 01:54
Sing, singer (sing, singer), weave me a tapestry Sing, singer (sing, singer), no belly-aching Just show me that instrument, do what you were born to do Get the show on, get off stage, and go home I can't stand you talking to me I don't want you standing on my corner no more Transport me to a different planet Get the show on, get off stage, and go home You're only getting paid to do one thing Every second that you waste is money lost No one cares what you sing as long as you sing Every minute's coming out of your paycheck Sing, singer (sing, singer), weave me a tapestry Sing, singer (sing, singer), no belly-aching Just show me that instrument, do what you were born to do Get the show on, get off stage, and go home This ain't no time for subtlety Cast away your self-control and self-respect Beat me over the head with the chorus Get the show on, get off stage, and go home Your father told me you're a comedian Well, I came up with something you can use in your skits But when you're up there, don't forget about Uncle Rick If you get on TV, shout me out No bonus in the gig economy No paid time off with overtime You call yourself a freelancer I thought this was free Got tens of eyes waiting for you Don't you know who you're talking to? Can I speak to your manager? What do you mean she's dead? Sing, singer (sing, singer), weave me a tapestry Sing, singer (sing, singer), no belly-aching Just show me that instrument, do what you were born to do Get the show on, get off stage, and go home You're only getting paid to do one thing Every second that you waste is money lost No one cares what you sing as long as you sing Every minute's coming out of your paycheck Sing, singer (sing, singer), weave me a tapestry Sing, singer (sing, singer), no belly-aching Just show me that instrument, do what you were born to do Every minute's coming out of your paycheck
10.
I can't recall how many times I've ridden on a horse and I bet that if you asked the horse(s) in question they wouldn't know how many times they were ridden While that may be an impossible sum mine is more than 0 and <3 It is an integer It is a prime number, debatably Just divisible by 1 and itself and it's more than 0 and <3 I have so many children Many children have many questions But I never bother to count them n times infinity is more infinity I couldn't say how many times I've fallen in love and it's equally impossible to know whom with but if you were to pin them down and ask them Well, the sum of their tallies won't exclude zero but mine is more than 0 and <3 My number's an integer It is a whole number, more specifically Just divisible by 1 and itself and it's more than 0 and <3
11.
Where did I leave that pile of acorns after I saw that car on fire? Where did I leave that pile of acorns after I saw that car on fire? It was a long and lonely winter's day and the sun went down but the light still stayed I must've smelled it from a mile away and the fear set in when it hit my brain And when I scrambled through the door I was relieved and she told me was hungry, asking where did I leave that pile? Now in the springtime, everything's regrown and the ground has thawed and I'm on my own Although the flames have long been overthrown my nose still perks up when the north wind blows And now I'm sifting through the sand to find the answers Piece it all together so that maybe we can reconcile Pile of acorns Car on fire Pile of acorns Car on fire
12.
I ain't nothing but a damn dirty ape but me and him were the same until the monolith came Now I'm troubled by the knowledge he gained from some alien race the day that Julio changed The gift of sentience is wasted on the sad I can't tell what he's thinking but it sure looks bad I just want my best friend back, is that so much to ask? When one lord giveth, which lord will taketh back? There must be some dimension I can't perceive He must be somewhere in some strange reality But here at my feet, I feel his wide-eyed body breathing I still see Julio, does Julio see me? Now I ain't nothing but some damn dirty ape but me and him were the same until that monolith came Now we're existing on two different wavelengths and I can't give chase ever since Julio changed

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Thank you for finding American Legends, a companion to OK Glass's record "Can't Turn It Off," featuring 12 songs of capitalist despair and existential beauty straight from the ʇ̴s̸ǝ̵ʇ̸ɐ̵ǝ̷ɹ̸ƃ̷ nation on earth.

Free download at ok.glass/OKGlassAmericanLegends.zip

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released April 7, 2019

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with Amy Carstensen on piano for 2 Flights Of Stairs

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