Iniquity Signals

by SEMINARS

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1.
Gormless 03:08
when the jackboots finally come for you just tell 'em proudly "i defended your right to speech" they’ll probably pat your back and flash a smile before they shove you in the back of a jeep retcon ID just one of the boys render your status, gormless atop the void a sudden gut punch a kick to the groin render your status, gormless atop the void complacency, meet apathy you atrophy, so obstinate from where I'm standing and the things I've seen the devil has enough fucking advocates retcon ID just one of the boys render your status, gormless atop the void a sudden gut punch a kick to the groin render your status, gormless atop the void you'll bite your tongue 'till you draw blood an offhand remark look over your shoulder "oh, but I don't mean you" of course you fucking do
2.
everything slid downhill; it’s boring the needle won’t move for doomsday now we’re shedding crises like a snake’s skin disaster’s old hat; disavowed there is no interest we’ve lost our interest these stories feel too real films offer no escape these books seem like good fun until you get a taste fingers crossed for a windowed cell who's guilty? I indict myself finally the white people are talking things will improve any minute now disappointment index rose ten thousand too depressed to get up off the couch
3.
we waited for the ice to melt It reveals the garbage on the street some opted to wait for the rain or a different or worse disease the center is so hard to reach it comes apart in layers judged by the company we keep it makes you feel like a creep when you can't keep a secret words bleeding out, we're losing sleep we waited for the fires to burn can't put it out with kerosene some wished for the ice to return i wished to wake up from this dream we waited for the fire trucks quietly watched the others work still unpardoned, disregarded who will forget about it first?
4.
i carefully closed the door behind me and they moved through the air fall to the floor violently it’s almost like they all have eyes and have been waiting all this time every new room (crash) that i walk into (crash) it’s almost like they all have eyes and have been waiting all this time inanimate yet sentient until my presence is felt translated into collapsing shelves it’s almost like they all have eyes and have been waiting all this time every new room (crash) that i walk into (crash) I used to think it was the wind I used to think it was ghosts I used to think it might be drugs yeah maybe I got dosed maybe my steps aren’t light enough nervous energy directed by my mind it’s almost like they all have eyes and have been waiting all this time
5.
So little distilled From so little input Scarcely a dozen words Exchanged either way Gimme gimme dirty looks And stick around for live action replay This game of telephone Is becoming cannon Synonyms, homophones Suffer bomb damage You seem to think you know me I’m certain i don’t know you Drunk on indignation Hooked on performatives I wanna apologize for the shit I really did But you’ve got an answer for all the shit I never said This game of telephone Is becoming cannon Synonyms, homophones Suffer bomb damage It wouldn’t make a difference And even if it did Lost among my sense of humor And the body politic The biggest difference between me and you I heed the call to pump the brakes Because I don’t think i got a read on you You seem to think you know me I’m certain i don’t know you
6.
in this diagram the past is represented by a pile of cold ash the longevity of these tools is quite impressive we're providing cable tv and a room in the back not wearing mediocrity like an albatross like a millstone if history is kind a short chapter about transitions and not a cruel footnote "transgress and challenge" a well worn path laid down in eighty-six i demand more from my vulgarity
7.
remunerated new trauma harvest your best intentions choking on dust exsanguinated more bloodless conflict footprints lead from museums to graveyards of trust no detail dreams snuffed out zoom in tight well-earned doubt stuffed in a black garbage bag thrown down a flight of stairs our screams bounce across concrete making sure the coast is clear putting names to boxes and all of your unfinished projects left on the sidewalk left on the sidewalk inevitably we will leave traces goddamned exhausting to clean them up accumulated over a decade some money we all paid to men with trucks stuffed in a black garbage bag thrown down a flight of stairs our screams bounce across concrete making sure the coast is clear putting names to boxes and all of your unfinished projects left on the sidewalk left on the sidewalk black mold, lead paint black mold, lead paint sure there were good times but not every memory is good but sure there were good times where nostalgia drops off and denial starts creeping in once again i'm opening old wounds to finally make amends life is contradictions this shit never ends reinforce every boundary before i welcome you in
8.
X marks the spot where i punched your stupid face in man, that’s embarrassing to say out loud because normally I abhor all violence sometimes the trash needs to be taken out i didn’t want to see you in an ambulance just wanted you to take the hint when my forearm crushed your larynx I did not receive pleasure from it spray away the landmarks from your intervention passengers on guided tours of your transgressions the sound of your smug voice turns me into what I hate: a thick-necked cartoon; still number two to how your presence grates i didn’t want to see you in an ambulance just wanted you to take the hint when my forearm crushed your larynx I did not receive pleasure from it sometimes the trash needs to be taken out
9.
Instrumental 02:45
typecast as broken bottles; clenched fists, holes kicked in walls they're not the first to miss the point misreadings just aren't rare at all the sponge has been wrung out we live inside max headroom's glitch go through the motions of self-doubt unearned experience teenager 1 2 3 times over too tough to die too dumb to quit i wanna see raw data the percentage that choked more failure thinly veiled with self-deprecating jokes couldn't stick the landing caught between two realms there's a feeling that you can't tap into all attempts damage your health the sponge has been wrung out we live inside max headroom's glitch go through the motions of self-doubt unearned experience the sponge has been wrung out we live inside a record skip weigh what i have to offer against everything i have left teenager 1 2 3 times over too tough to die too dumb to quit
10.
White Debbie 04:38
Revel and rejoice now that you’ve won Revel and rejoice now that i’ve gone backed into a corner they said you can’t take a punch it’s clear to me you’re fighting back painted into a corner they want you to lie back and take it and feign surprise at your attack Revel and rejoice now that you’ve won Revel and rejoice now that i’ve gone “you can’t handle criticism” the tape loop repeats slowly degrading into hiss self-advocacy is frowned upon their lack of self-crit The tells of recidivists Revel and rejoice now that you’ve won Revel and rejoice now that i’ve gone “you can’t handle criticism” the tape loop repeats slowly degrading into hiss self-advocacy is frowned upon their lack of self-crit The tells of recidivists painted into a corner they want you to lie back and bleed disappointing, but we ain't new to this revel and rejoice
11.
Autumn Sons 05:01
turn the wheel in the ceiling and let a little daylight in once i'm finished with my reading clear the inbox; marked as read we don't get many channels here adjust the rabbit ears david dear, enjoy the party tell Michael I say hello blanket their neighborhood with pamphlets Roll camera on new tableau we don't get many channels here adjust the rabbit ears some of our friends probably think that i am dead what's the difference? there is no fucking difference
12.
F.U.D.S. 11:54
The cruelest joke Is on all of us The punchlines land the hardest on those with more to lose Patience worn threadbare Explaining the same thing Over and over and over Without losing my cool I will confess to nothing Nothing you’ve got will stick to me The cruelest joke Is on all of us There’s no soul exempt Not even you So when the punchline lands For the hundredth time Stay advised it leaves more than just a bruise I will confess to nothing Nothing you’ve got will stick to me (Like fuck we didn’t warn you) (it’s coming sooner than you think) My sweet summer child What hath you wrought? The bodies are in your backyard But you can’t smell the rot The rats are coming The werewolves are here I won’t hear the end of this For several more fucking years If you were half as smart As you think you are You’d learn to keep your fucking mouth shut. Fuck you, die slow.

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3rd long-player by Seattle punk rock concern SEMINARS.

UPCOMING SEMINARS:

SATURDAY NOVEMBER 16th:
Seattle WA @ Kraken
w/ Slow Code, Young Elk, The Hague.

credits

released November 15, 2019

All music by SEMINARS, lyrics by Burns.
Recorded at practice, mixed at home March-August 2019.

Art: Jim Blaha.
Mastering: Carl Saff.

Band:
James Burns: vocals, guitar
Mike Bernatovicz: bass, vocals
Thom Geibel, drums, percussion, vocals.

Gear help: Chris Rasmussen, Randy #30.

Charlie Wagner: additional vocals on 1, 6, 7.
Jeff Moody: additional vocals on 2.
Casey Nolan: additional vocals on 3.
Graham Isaac: additional vocals on 4.
Conan Neutron: additional vocals, bit commanding, data corruption on 5.
Chas Roberts: additional vocals on 6.
Felix Reyes: additional vocals on 8
Chris Williams: co-lead vocals on 9.
Mason Pitzel: additional vocals on 11.
Evan Jones: additional vocals on 12.

Play loud. Throw milkshakes at fascists. Hug your friends. Thank you.

ABSOLUTELY NO SM57s WERE USED IN THE MAKING OF THIS ALBUM.

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