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There There

by Walter Etc.

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1.
Had a nice thought on the short drive leaving Cam's cottage in Ojai Looking at the instagram of a dead friend at a red light trying to convince myself this is real as the cop car behind me my expired registration and these little felony tablets, the crushed and empty cans of Modelo... But I am saved by the hell of a darker skinned male cursing at himself on the curb, slouching towards our home where I come home to you like Homer and you're pissed off at your hair dresser saying "that app you got was a Russian bot you know" We're cooking couscous, speaking of pills lamenting plastics in the ocean and fauxcest, Speaking of that hike we did in the Sierras It's gone to a wildfire and that little girl who went missing was found sleeping over at a friend's house and when I need to conjure a peaceful image to settle the nerves I picture you on that rock at 13,000 feet in your little new hiking boots turning pink on your shoulder blades rolling a stoag and I'm rambling about the wildflowers of America like, you and I are wildflowers of America and of course you're not paying attention you're taking in the view wondering what to caption this and how to properly appreciate the sunset hell, I don't know how could I know? there's probably a science to it we don't understand Anyways, that was the nice thought that I had while leaving Cam's cottage in Ojai I was helping him move out, cause I'm the van guy carrying a couch, guided out by his ex wife and I was sorry to take the cash he offered but I've got these tickets to pay off and I'm gunna have to dry clean a suit for a funeral soon for which still no one knows why he did it and is it fucked up if I wanna know how he did it? Cause we had a lot of fun and we can never go back and it hasn't hit me yet, probably never will but it serves to remind these are precious times probably thickens my anchor on the bottom of every fickle detail like your little new hiking boots anything that's closer to the source I approve like syncing your cycle up to the full moon in gentle oscillations I will lay a towel down return the gentle oscillations sing your hymn into my mouth creamy colored patience gentle oscillations spreading open the backdoor of secret government operations ditching the kids on vacation pulsing back and forth like manic depression growing more acute as we get old but I remain in full control feels so good that I can't let go of the trigger my finger rattling on life's on and off switch all the ancient love from deep within I black out as I release and under the full moon I come to sitting on my balcony, across from you I'm suddenly the sanest man that the world has ever known and you're wearing my sweatshirt and rolling a stoag and I'm rambling about the wildflowers of America like, you and I are wildflowers of America.... And of course you are paying attention because why wouldn't you be paying attention to me? cause this moment is unique and we can never get it back and I know how that sounds but I've never felt it so strongly woah this is my stem and those are your pedals and this is a subject they teach in a class that I could never afford and probably wouldn't understand…
2.
Please plagiarize me help me live on my industry’s looking dull and I was on the brink of a personal best but got replaced by something artificial it’s like a backhanded miracle the grief comes in waves couple more years and im kelly slater transcending to a lower plane My brother keeps on about Q and how there’s several enemies at home my sister had a dream of the Soviet Union and now she’s shouting through a megaphone I do or don’t know what to say there’s a 50/50 chance it’s all pre-determined in a simulation anyway now you take care of me taking care of my self cause hey boss im trying my best to candidly do what the camera man says the more i think about it the less i'm impressed it’s me vs the algorithm and love is not enough love is not enough Come plagiarize me I’m done marinating Smoke me while you got me Don’t save me for later couple more years we’re all Kelly Slater Give me a chance I’m not too gone to recognize this isn’t my zone nah this isn’t my throne this isn’t even my home i can’t just sail away now i can’t just sail away Til you take care of me taking care of myself hey boss im trying my best to candidly do what the camera man says to the more i think about it the more I’m depressed it’s me vs the algorithm and love is not enough thanks for calling my bluff there’s no capital T truth when it comes to this stuff poor boy nobody cares what your heart’s telling you their only care is what your brand can do love is not enough
3.
Thank you notes and little white lighters turning up in the junk drawer of my neurosis spare spectators for a monk on fire you should mark me with your lipstick before I go in- side to grab my green backpack filled with the comforts of home and all the vices of a renaissance man with no more shows to hit the road I stow away on the sunny side of satire in a sentimental hiding place before I go in There’s different ways to get here depends how you remember the map you gotta start noticing negative space it’s grandma’s smoking on the beach it’s dads teaching their sons how to boogie board it’s the dark figure laying down on the train tracks it’s between polka dots and little white spiders fruit peels rotting on the cutting board the dimple on your saintly sad expression when you lean in to brand my neck with good tidings and all your family’s blessings before I go in, before I go out I think falling in love is like licking a knife you can really mess yourself up if you don’t do it right but I’m doing the best that I know how and building a legacy is like tangling a rope in the end you just hope that it makes sense or looks pretty to folks so we can justify our circus of mistakes and finally begin to quench our still unfulfilled potential and counterfeit divine credentials and fake it til we make it or one of us gets too drunk hiccups interrupt our quiet moment and you catch me singing farewells again before I go in Thank you notes and little white lighters why is everything so heartbreaking in the throes of the afternoon? cheap art supplies and homemade cider why does anyone do anything? why do we have to leave so suddenly soon? oh I didn’t realize I cared so much til I was swollen with the fear of abandonment and an existential shame but still lucid moments remain like your lipstick on my wounds and all your family’s blessings before I go in, before I go out it’s all thank you notes and little white lighters
4.
UBI 02:28
"It's under the mattress in a folded ziplock back just be careful the rug doesn't get pulled out from under your feet again Take it to the candidate ask him what he plans to do with it? Tell him that it's all we have but we truly believe in him... ...Babe, you remember what I said about the BUI?" "Wait what is that again? Boating Under the Influence?" "Nah babe it's the difference between a child exploiting marketing scheme vs my sappy soul hugging pop songs and you saving the environment It's a buffet of contraceptives and more days off it's clean energy and free drugs for all it's a sleepy nanny state kids in the street with chalk drawing beautiful mayhem Baby this is how we stay forever young Our love will last forever and our lives will have meaning again But babe I was mistaken, it's actually UBI Now, does that ring a bell?" "Well then of course you idiot" "Baby this is how we stay forever young Our love will last forever and our lives will have meaning again but babe I am now certain it's actually UBI and I apologize I'm never good with acronyms."
5.
There’s an overgrown headstone and a very old phrase we’re reciting it gently to summon your face how long have you been standing there for? how long have I been awake? we came out here cause we needed help we need someone to lead or teach us how to be saved so hey, what’s the call? we’ve been waiting for you to speak up you know better than us all what’s the call? what’s the call? She’s a very peculiar friend of mine she’s been missing for days she was out forest bathing and having a satori a day she said it’s all just a Rorschack inkblot you know a ripple in a still lake it’s a deep ecology yelling “I can’t breathe” there’s too many knees on its throat to obey saying “hey, what’s the call? we’ve been waiting for you to speak up you know better than us all what’s the call? what’s the call?
6.
it took a lifetime for us to link up but a moment to agree that good news and views are boring alone and I would rather be on your team you like the weird shape of my fingers i like your stick and poke tattoos criss cross on the bed at 4am exploding to each other I’m excited to have met you it took a long time for you to wake up i sat up watching you breathe explored your landscape with my fingertips im tripping into love haphazardly but i've been smitten like this and broken twice it could be deja vu wearing off like a jaded lover thinking the magic isn't real but i didn't account for you in this lighting soft in focus soaked in grace prettier than any other portrait the sun, it doesn’t set it bows to you in this lighting looking like everything makes sense and fits in place and that kind of inspiration never goes away oh i know that I shouldnt second guess myself don't offend a sunny day try not to forget that all is right if it feels right and this feels like we’re being pushed from behind sometimes by something divine or paranormal that’s why it took a long time for me to come home I stayed out watching the sun sink low if you haven’t learned yet then soon you’ll know the song writer needs to be alone to inhale his trail of missteps to where the background blurs into how could any of it be regrettable if every decision i made was the chain that led me to you in this lighting soft in focus soaked in grace prettier than any other portrait the sun, it doesn’t set it bows to you in this lighting looking like everything makes sense and fits in place and that kind of inspiration never goes away
7.
Oh I understand why someone would comfort themselves identify with a brand it feels good to define yourself suing the US government vicariously funding the fight for the world but she knows that I’m a cynic time bomb and when i'm gone i’m gone like it was too good to be She wore a patagonia wetsuit and i wish that i could but my return policy isn’t that good. Maybe I’ve been conditioned to be let down by every artist or brand and I’m projecting the worst of it now maybe I’m bitter I never fit in maybe I’m jealous I never got to be an indie darling and it’s making me a radical clown with the blind impulse to burn it all to the ground it’s like there’s a fire on an airplane or rust under the hood and I can’t get myself to do what I know I should oh i’m on the wrong side of history and I’m missing out on the fun cause I couldn’t trust something that seemed too good.
8.
The seasick sea shepherd is on his final leg, he’ll miss you all the sea lions and albatross but he’ll miss the phytoplankton most of all… The seasick sea shepherd is in his final days, he might give in take two breaths and peacefully lie on his back and sink into the sea… he’s returning to the start of the cycle we belong to but i occasionally catch myself thinking i wonder if he ever got lonely caring for the ocean with no one to care for him no one to fully share in the beauty was his life spent suffering? or was it enough for him? but now he’s gone I guess we’ll never know The seasick sea shepherd believed everything’s connected by tiny acts of god so pure and small thats why he loved the phytoplankton most of all… thats why he loved the phytoplankton most of all… thats why he loved the phytoplankton most of all… he’s returning to the start of the cycle we belong to but i occasionally catch myself thinking i wonder if he ever got lonely caring for the ocean with no one to care for him no one to fully share in the beauty was his life spent suffering? or was it enough for him? but now he’s gone I guess we’ll never know
9.
She got bangs, and I got sober I think you'd get along if you were here to get to know her and you'd understand why I say "this machine used to kill fascists back in the day" Well things got bad, so I finally saw a shrink who said I need to relax using Xanax instead of weed made up childhood trauma, spoke of SSRI's all while staring at her phone the whole time I know you'd understand why I never went back inside. I'm buried in bullshit, locked in a system of scamming each other as if love's in the profit margin virtue signaling the way out of the maze we're in forced to compete against each other for the zero sum win but this machine used to kill fascists it used to be a means of liberation from the hegemony now it's accessory rebellion for your identity that you can purchase from the counter-culture industry oh I know you'd know what I mean... Cause if it's all "work hard play hard " until we're done that seems to work for everyone just fine but if there's no higher purpose I'm working towards then what have I been doing this whole time? Oh you would understand why I see the signs of the end in a new apartment complex coming in yelling "the pain will stop when you give in" but the marquee outside the church says "don't give up while the miracle's unravelling" and there's a vacant lot by the sea suspending disbelief indefinitely It shrugs at me in solidarity Well she cut her bangs, and I cut a record and I wrote to your mom, unsure if it'd upset her but I sent her the pictures from our last ride I still can't get anyone to tell me how you died But I understand why
10.
There There 03:18
The first signs of Fall are subtle the end of the summer is obvious and I can’t say why but I feel so close to you now and when it hits I feel like I just woke up like I’ve been tensing up but nothing is coming and the perfect rhyme has just occurred to me now like you can’t see the words but they’re there written in fractals that disappear when you give them names they weren’t exactly made but sure they’re made all for you all Are you aware that your Holy Grail isn’t surreal sometimes it's under your nose and we’re better off as soon as you figure that out Like the parts of the whole make too much sense to be coincidence but we’re making it up as we go Get in these are the symptoms of a great transformation good and bad the sonic postcard reading “Greetings From the Anthropocene” this is our last song, everybody get home safe waitress whisper the specials in my ear tonight this is the smuggling of energy between Being and Nothing a long time to sit quiet for forgetters of the mantra this is me falling closer to the source waitress whisper the specials in my ear tonight Kris crunched the numbers and the chaos adds up to a greater sum than its parts the name of which is something that only i know i know i know what can you do? Find what feels right and hold on for dear life

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released May 7, 2021

Recorded by Walter Etc. in a cabin in Big Bear. Mastered by Jack Shirley.

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