Sand (and other mysteries)

by OK Glass

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fin-woz-here This is a really cool album!!! OK Glass has created an energising, intensely catchy, and exceptionally well-paced listen. Each song has a distinct identity but they're all deftly sequenced and sometimes woven together to create a wonderfully cohesive project. This album is very good and if you like music you should listen to it, bye! Favorite track: Target.
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bdluejay another slam dunk from ok glass. every song is a banger and endlessly relistenable for both the beautiful instrumentation and incredible lyrics. Favorite track: (three word phrase).
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1.
On that fateful night That's when you said to me a thing that I now realize you knew I would not believe Now, I knew what you thought of me but only now I see how small a chance I stood against your firm causality Don't play the guitar Auf wiedersehen Don't play the guitar for me I know that when you're alone again the urge may consume your being But don't play the guitar Auf wiedersehen This is where I draw the line If you ever want to see me again you'll leave the guitar behind
2.
I know it sounds like it's a lie Something too bold to even try Despite the years of work put in my knees still shake when I think about it Build the Christmas car bomb Take the Christmas Staten Island Ferry Build the Christmas car bomb and it's alright to write a Christmas song in May this one set our past aside May all our Christmases be white Though I can see it in my brain I still get chills when I try to start it Build the Christmas car bomb Take the Christmas Staten Island Ferry Build the Christmas car bomb and it's alright to write a Christmas song in May And when you play the shaker I want you to imagine that you're filling up a tiny world with a dose of artificial snow Where the blizzards are relentless always rising with the upbeat and the little penguin trapped inside watches life become a frozen hell Take the Christmas Staten Island Ferry When you build the Christmas car bomb know it's alright to be the worst at something new and it's alright to sing a Christmas song in June
3.
I heard you had a problem with me and it's a problem I can't work through unilaterally Yes, I heard you had a problem with me I saw it written in the chemtrail mist And I heard all about the goat Even the hairs that grace his chin wouldn't have deigned to let you in if it'd kept his sorry carcass afloat Because he heard you had a problem with me and it's a problem I can't work through with the usual means Yes, I heard you had a problem with me I saw it written in the chemtrail mist Take a look at the Weekly World News Alien sightings all over the world What could this mean for humankind? I guess somebody ought to let the president know And you can tell it to the judge Maybe they'll sympathize with you as the sky fades to black from blue and the court succumbs to biblical floods I heard you had a problem with me and it's a problem I can't work through in the usual way Yes, I heard you had a problem with me I saw it written in the chemtrail mist I saw it written in the chemtrail mist
4.
Calico 02:02
What is a Calico? Can I be a Calico? How can I be a Calico? Would it change the way I feel each day? When I turn the lights on and it sucks the darkness out of the room, will it find something to do with it besides leave it in my shoes? When I pour my coffee and I spoon the sugar into the mug, will a little LED come on to indicate that I've put enough? Have you heard of this before? Is this heartburn or an ulcer? What do you make of this scar? Do you think it looks bad? When I think of getting up and I jettison the dreams from my head, will a concrete wall erect itself to keep them from returning again? Is there a product I can buy? Is there a knife I can go under? Are my parts serviceable by user? Is there a chip I can pry off with a screwdriver? What is a Calico? Could I be a Calico? Is there some way I would know? Would it change the way I feel each day? When I'm walking down a street, should I be accosted by memories, will a piston lock my knees to keep me from collapsing into a heap? Do you think I'll be alright? Is this an ulcer or just heartache? Is there a pill that I can take and will it kick in right away? Yes! I think I feel it! Is this... calico onset? Is this what it's like to be one? Would I know another when I see one? Is it wrong of me to want it? Would it be if I were to flaunt it? Does this change the way you think of me? Don't you wish that you could be me?
5.
Bagworm 02:39
Bagworm Safe in your self-contained trash purse Spirit of mistletoe hangman Parasite clinging to vital flaw Whirl in your world on high Shoulder the weeks washing by Permanent bagworm Stave it off Mall cop Spinning your wheels in a small job King of the beasts in the pet shop Jingling keys as you waddle by Switching a flashlight on Imagining it's a gun Coconut chai cop All that I want in my life And if the cricket should announce in the smallest little voice that the winter won't come this year If the rabbit claps her hands and you die before you wake would it really make a difference in the life that you perceive? Bagworm You're squeezing the life out of you I wouldn't doubt that it's a long, slow burn Ouroboros bites off more than it can chew Trapped in eternity Challenging entropy Proverbial bagworm Underdog bagworm Intrepid bagworm Stuck in permanent stage two I can't wait to be you A bagworm too
6.
Mr. Coolidge I'll pretend to be your friend I will smile from at my podium when the moderator says your name to alleviate the tedium of the intro to the first debate Though they don't know what my actuary's preminitions show I'll let it go You can have this one today Mr. Coolidge I'll pretend to be your friend I'll politely send condolences when I hear what Harding's left to you and attest to your courageousness as the obligation crushes you "Four more years!" Look who got himself his own term "Keep it cool!" One you sort of had to earn Run away Aren't you glad that Hoover's got you? Easy prey Nothing left for me to do or say Mr. Coolidge I'm afraid your time has come After everything we put you through Do you think you'll leave a legacy? Will the things that you had tried to do measure to what Hoover's left to me? Still, I'm glad you were alive to hear I won
7.
Ripcord 01:19
In the belly of the beast I can see myself clinging to the life raft Gastric acids threating Capsizing, and the feeling breaks a consciousness lapse They drained the liquid from my knee and told me to move it They let the other atrophy They called it a side effect Well, I grip the sides of my bed Open my mouth and try not to forget And as I'm falling forth I am still thinking of you Up until I pull the ripcord And the thought sinks faster Earthbound matter Glass bubble is gonna shatter
8.
Hansom cab I'll drive the hansom cab and there won't be a thing in the world to keep me from there Hansom cab Boarding the hansom cab and we move down the old boulevards we pause to stare I was an amateur I was an ambitious chauffeur I was enamored with the taste The Cola Queen Hansom cab Riding the hansom cab And as we move towards the factory Bravely, I speak The lights from all the passing planes resemble impulses in our brains I feel them arc from yours to mine as our neuroses combine One million bottles shake One hundred faces fall and break One horse has trampled through the gate It's a bad scene Their lights vociferate There lies your handbag in your wake Their secret's out and yours to take True Cola Queen
9.
At the beginning of the track, take a few steps back and tell yourself you're not afraid It's just a little bit of thinking and a little isolation Washes all your sense away I had a dream that the world was a bitter, fallow place and it turned out to be true And at the shooting of the gun, tell your legs to run until they run right off of you This must be the way that it all falls out of place This must be the one that we frankly can't outrun This must be the way that it all falls down and there's no one around to help you dig its grave (three word phrase) What the dudes all shout when they're out and about in the concert place (three word phrase) You ought to find a quiet spot and let your body rot as the deformaties accrue If you can play the ukulele, you can play the ukulele till your friends start leaving you I saw an ad for a firm that will take you into space Romantic, if cavalier It's gonna cost a couple dollars, but it's worth a couple dollars if it gets you out of here Got to pull yourself together Eats away at your stomach lining Burrows into your chest Lack of atmospheric pressure All alone with my thoughts inside I scared myself half to death What the dudes all shout when they're out and about in the concert place (three word phrase) When it all falls down and there's no one around to help you dig its grave (three word phrase) When there's nothing there and you're becoming aware you gotta fill the space (three word phrase!) When it all falls down and there's no one around at the concert place
10.
Karma Camel 02:30
and so I firmly grab the handlebar and pull myself in As I'm accelerating towards the apex of my ascent In an attempt to thwart the tyrrany of present pretense would it be possible to make transpire prior events? The Karma Camel thinks that you can The Marlboro Michelin man Addendum to the rest of the verse The best and the worst have both recessed to the hearse and I'm dead in the middle of the little bus to downtown and so I try to make my way through to the front of the crowd As I'm defiling society, I wonder aloud If you can take a piece of history and change it around would it be evident that something else had ever gone down? The Karma Camel thinks that it might The backdrop of the star-studded night enveloping the carpet of red Continue ahead to reach my trough of a bed I'm alive in the middle of the little bus to downtown I'm alive on the surface till I return by drill Underground The silent sound Plays over and over Right round Like a record of the past imprinted into a stone Perdurable but for the fact that it will shatter when thrown from off the highest of the hills and into somebody's home until they rearrange the pieces, making it read as though I'm alone in the middle of the little bus to downtown I'm alone on the surface till I return by drill underground
11.
Knowage 02:24
I stumbled into the Christmas tree I guess I lost track of the date but someone must be stopping by and leaving questions for me because I'd never leave the furniture in my own way I thought you oughta know that when I opened the door it wasn't fun anymore It spiraled into my brain and brought me down to the floor But in the wake of the pain there's solace in the mundane Don't bring me down I can't tell if my eyes are closed or if the light is off or if my sight is gone I can't see my hand feeling around for the switch I can't feel my eyes on my face or my hand on my wrist I thought you oughta know that when you're searching for proof you'll meet an amateur sleuth with an inquisitive grin You have to tell me the truth Despite my admonition the answers locate therein Don't bring me down You oughta know that when you open the door it won't be fun anymore It spirals into your brain and makes the synapses short but in the midst of the pain there's pleasure in the insane Don't bring me down No one has to know
12.
Compound Eye 02:07
Working out my tendrils so they'll grab onto the things I wanna keep They control the pictures through the screen but I set the opacity A virus carried by the common household spy Compound eye Compound eye I'm so tired that I could just die Found a little something on the back page of a year old magazine They wouldn't let me sell it on a t-shirt so I gave them out for free A Times Square tourist with a camera to the sky Compound eye Compound eye I'm so tired that I could just die They left the lights on so that I might think they're home Just like the last time when they left the dog alone Well, I digress It's for the best anyway ?!?!?!?!@?@?#??@?#$@>?^@$^?@^$ The rule of WYSIWYG always depends on WYS A line of work to drain the liquid from your life Compound eye Compound eye
13.
Countdown 01:55
Half awake on the floor Lost a war Mitigate the affront more than once Relish the rewrite and hold on tight In the air; in the sea Inside of me I declare I don't know It's just for show Affirm that you're alive by taking a dive Mathematic proof I can see it all The rising and the fall But I am not convinced just because it's true In my lungs they abound They're all around Everyone gets a chance to take a glance Pretend that you're prepared to run out of air
14.
Target 01:36
Shake all of the dirt off of your shirt and later on we'll have dessert Gooseberry pie I bet you'd look better on target Everything looks better on target A million clay pigeons would defend it if they weren't the ones on target John I don't know what to do I'm having second thoughts I can't make mine go off I tried pulling on the trigger but it won't shoot I tried cleaning out the barrel but it won't shoot And now I'm trying to remember if it was true that when I'm pulling on the trigger it's supposed to Clean all of the spots off of your yacht and later on we'll all take shots B-52s I bet you'd look better on target Everything looks better on target A million clay pigeons would defend it if they weren't the ones on target
15.
Thought I could walk away without another word But all I didn't say negated what you heard I don't know what to tell you, man I don't know what to tell you Zoomed in on the throne Suitors come in droves to supplant some incumbent But through those greedy eyes they can't recognize the court was never open After the musical (a couple sour notes) I wouldn't even try to read the book you wrote I don't know what to tell you, man I don't know what to tell you The statues that have turned to sand They must have spoken volumes How bad could it be to spend eternity thinking about nothing? But during all those years the truth had been concealed buried underwater I must tell you I can't have your crimes on my behalf I have told you myriad times now Don't make me again Can't you just leave it alone? (Can't you just drop it?) Can't we just move on from this? (Can you be cool for five minutes?)
16.
Garbage Robot walks into the garage from its day job transporting broken glass Gets its voice box's motor spinning up and begins squeaking out a tiny jam It gets hot in the summertime When it's hot, all the windows open up Letting in the sound of the night that the tenants intended to keep out And to think, if they only heard what the robot had going down beneath If the landlord were so perturbed they'd be switching its program to "delete" Don't worry should noises come from below The pipes in this building are decades old And the whine of the vacuum tube TV counterpoints a domestic symphony It lulls me to sleep Are there traces of magic that remain in the deepest December evening air? Could the glow of the moonlight mean the same when it has to compete for marketshare? Did it think, when it switched the organ on of the ramifications wrought worldwide? Was it gifted a prescient vision of distribution by Sony/EMI? Garbage Robot serves up potent solute All the kitsch in the world with half the truth Something trivial zooms out to be profound right about at the time I shut it down

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OK Glass spent eight years as a guerrilla sneaking into conservatories, churches, and studios to covertly record large and expensive instruments for SAND (AND OTHER MYSTERIES). Now it can be told: SAND comprises 16 byte-size symphonies for embittered punks.

There are no palliative lies on SAND to comfort us as we grow obsolete. Conversely, OK Glass is here to nurture our creative anxiety with wide-eyed cultural panopticon music. OK Glass is not quite a supervillain, but not yet an Ozymandias.

No one tells the truth anymore. It's all sand.

credits

released January 13, 2021

Joms Tooper - drum kit (2, 12, 14), tubular bells (2), vocal (5), xylophone (2, 3, 6)
Luke Slomba - trombone (2, 6, 8, 13, 16), vocal (8)
Lindsay Carrozza - baritone saxophone (10), soprano clarinet & tenor saxophone (6)
Marcy Nabors - bass clarinet (10), soprano clarinet (12)
Naeemah Maddox - viola (8, 16)
Finnegan Shanahan - viola & violin (6)
Kyle Carrozza - stylophone (12)
Cory Rabiea - vocal (7)

"Target" subsumes part of "Blink At Surprise" by Carol Cleveland Sings, used with their generous permission

and thank you:
OK Fox for photography & digital cleanup
August Krater for bulb design
Tom MacLean for Ripcord mix analysis
FELINIUM and Marty Allen for mixed media expertise
and of course Austin Aeschliman and the folks at Needlejuice for their constant support and enthusiasm.

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