Much More Than A Story

by Tyrannosaurus grace

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released May 5, 2012

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Fake Label Records was established in 2011 by long time friends and fellow bandmates in Tyrannosaurus grace, Tim Held and Justin Foss. It is a small label with a shoestring budget who aims to use all of it’s available resources to boost the profiles of independent acts from the Pacific Northwest. ... more

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Track Name: Trust Us
Asphalt filled fissures span the length of the road
got me thinking of the geological time scale
if you still question its validity then explain the finger bones inside the fins of a whale
Intelligently designed, you might be right
but would you first consider this?
A not so perfect eye relays reflections into a mind that fancies itself as the center of all space and time

Embrace your inner fish
swing dance with it on the remote ice-islands of the arctic
Please don't forget that that twist and shake has no bearing on your path to hell (x2)

Do we let it go?
Let them tell us what we don't know?
When what we know is our lively hood
Are we gonna let them say we're no good?

Come all ye faithful
learned and triumphent
I'm asking you I am begging you
just trust us on this one
We didn't ask, and no you're not helping
Oh come ye oh come ye
Just leave it alone

Do we let it go?
Let them tell us what we don't know?
When what we know is our lively hood
Are we gonna let them say we're no good?
Track Name: You Should Feel Ashamed
What if you were made to feel ashamed of your natural inclinations and you had some reservations about soiling your family's name
Not because what you do is dirty but because you're just not ready to attempt a paradigm shift in this fear driven thinking process
everything you say has a consequence
you can prevent your hands from being covered with the blood of teen-aged slit wrists

Just remember what we tell ya
There'll come a day your stance will fail ya
And you'll find that you have dug yourself into a hole of which you can't climb out
And your grandchildren will say you should feel a bit ashamed
Admit that you're wrong and we'll move on and I will never bring it up again

It's high time we put our minds under the knife and sever the circuits connecting us to our brutal, hateful youth
Because we can't afford another day of drifting further and further away as you peruse your hand-book for proof like it's the undisputed keeper of truth

the time is long since gone of clear-cut right and wrong
there is no black and white
there are no creatures who lurk the night
That once you're bitten by
of one you will become
you will be just fine

Just remember what we tell ya
There'll come a day your stance will fail ya
And you'll find that you have dug yourself into a hole of which you can't climb out
And your grandchildren will say you should feel a bit ashamed
Admit that you're wrong and we'll move on and I will never bring it up again
Track Name: Crutch
I know I'm an asshole
"I can't help it" has always been my crutch
but a mere acknowledgment cannot justify your treatment of those you claim you love
and I can't turn it around by writing lyrics of what I can't but should say out loud
I just need you to know that I'm aware

Is it a bit pathetic to seek forgiveness and claim some solace backed by the bouncing beat of a pop-song?
I can't help but cringe at the arrogance to believe that anyone should actually care
Praise be the artist who's so damn honest
his collected works outline the history of his short comings
And the theme goes something like this...

When you're not in a good way
the content of your character becomes subject to change
it's easier to chip at the floor of the bedrock than to walk the surface of present day
the acidic liquid quick fix breaks down with everyone you alienate
I will not tell you not to walk down that road
because I'm hitch-hiking it myself

Atop a bag of meat balances an egg-shell skull
that holds the neural highways traveled by the chemicals
that constitutes what you know as yourself or soul
a self-conscious ape arguing with a reptile
to fight or fly trips up to be or not to be
is it the animal or ego acting selfishly?
the more I wonder the less difference I see
I mean we speak out of the same holes in through which we feed
so you can see it can you write it off now?
How the hell am I to shake it off?
so we can see it can we shake it off now?
How the hell are we to shake it off?

When you're not in a good way
the content of your character becomes subject to change
it's easier to chip at the floor of the bedrock than to walk the surface of present day
the acidic liquid quick fix breaks down with everyone you alienate
I will not tell you not to walk down that road
because I'm hitch-hiking it myself
Track Name: Pie
Tell me that you don't believe based on "a lacking of missing links" (?!)
You clearly don't have a firm grasp upon the branches of our family tree
I can't agree to disagree when I hear you say "I didn't come from no monkey"
It's not like we believe that on day an ape just
shit out a human being

So keep carrying around your belief like a baby that won't separate from its white knuckled binky
I have made peace with my fate of being placed with un-baptized babies, hookers and drug fiends
and though I think faith can be a beautiful thing if provides you piece of mind and helps you get to sleep at night
just don't force-feed me your slice of pie
For I have already declined

I'm hard-pressed to find the right words to say to make more clear this idea I wish to convey
It's much more than a story of some tiny islands off the coast where
we capsize in your sea of thought to be viewed as we are not
the wreckage drifts
we both leave pissed


So keep carrying around your belief like a baby that won't separate from its white knuckled binky
I have made peace with my fate of being placed with un-baptized babies, hookers and drug fiends
and though I think faith can be a beautiful thing if provides you piece of mind and helps you get to sleep at night
just don't force-feed me your slice of pie
For I have already declined
Track Name: Glass
If that tidal wave
should drown the Sound, spill over the barrier of the Cascades
We'll make our way towards higher ground
while the low is washed away
And if that tidal wave
makes its retreat only to leave our home a frothy salt-lake
We'll draft the plans for our mountain top beach-front estate

So now we know
The answer to the question of "just who the hell is running the show?"
it's no one, no I saw no one
pulling swords out of their mouths

We have no debt to pay
nobody to bring the gavel down on the choices we've made
I hope I'm prepared for my gut to be what's leading the way

Oh how I loved
to fantasize about my survival through this
shotgun shells, defending my mate and my meals
but now that it's come true
I'm afraid of the other people and can't find any food