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PHLUMMOXYGEN

by Flummox

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Poesy Rider Un album psychédélique à souhait, à la croisée des styles, entre Monster magnet et Dog fashion disco ; c'est dire si le spectre est large ! à tel point qu'on ne saurait dire où se situent le travail et la spontanéité. Bref, que du bon ! Favorite track: Flummoxing Act 1/Garbonzo's Leap.
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Pardon me if I ask thee if what just happened was reality why one plus one is three to me and how fish have started to climb trees it seems all knowledge ain't logic at all just stories and fables and numbers to call so please slide down and I'll see your saw I'll perplex and bewilder & flummox you all thank you thank you sir thank you madame thank you very much thank you all very much thank you all for hearing this thank you all for hearing this song thank you all for hearing this here song thank you all for staying put for this song thank you all for staying put for this song so far! this song really sucks, I don't give no fucks I ain't scared of ducks that have small tails and beaks weeks and weeks have gone by slow no time and place to go sleep count sheep leaping up & down clowns that frown keep underground towns think about it now think on it later think of all the times you've heard somebody ask why do you look that way now? who did this? forget what you have seen, it's not true don't think that we're not out to get you can't read or write you can't think nor speak you're not strong, you're weak you're too small to fight back
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Didja Know? 01:49
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Ralph was a guy from the trailer side Ralph cleaned the campus almost every night sweeping fast, mopping last, watch him do his dust attack thinks it's fun, makes him run, watch him hit a hunk of crack Ralph didn't like the dust bunnies Ralph thought his puns were all funny inspect the room with scepter broom, never forgets a second glance sani-bags & trailer swag, watch him do the Elmo dance Ralph was a master class sweeper Ralph was a Class A tweaker creeps the halls, tweakin' balls, finds every last particle wash the floor, don't ignore the mess he finds is the mess he kills
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The sky burned black from earth's decay acid rain melts the shadows of sun-rays colorless plains greet the dead sea now just barren and breeding black disease beings once man mutated and vile crawling upon the ruined ashy piles bright glowing lights hovering in the sky our ancestors welcome to our demise humanoid life forms twist and roam before their gods who will bring them home trans-dimensional voids appear a fleet to guide them from the sphere transform the former species of man now soulless slaves to work the land majestic realms built within the space home to the ones that created the race every last one is taken far away from the black rock that's burned all her days the ones that look down our sphere use their power to make it disappear
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My body is feeling weak, my head is full of doubt. I don't know where my world is, nor what it's all about. The things that made me glad are run in down the drain. I can't afford to feel sad as it takes up half my brain. Materials that don't matter take men under their control. They can't hear the pitter-patter of the last drops of their soul. A cancer to the earth, a burden to the gods, what point does it really serve? What really are the odds? They take more than they give, no air to replace the fumes, no food to sustain & live, more dead to fill the tombs. Conversation is a dead art, speech is a useless tool. If you can't live to play the part, than you listened to the fools! Just because there are weapons, doesn't mean it's an armory. Just 'cause there ain't no whips & chains doesn't mean it ain't slavery. Sacrifice the immaculate - stone the priests in the road. Try to hard to calculate what you reaped from the sown. Your gods are all a fable, but the devil's in a thousand men. They need to keep the power stable, so they teach you how to sin. Mother taught you wrong Father wasn't there I can't finish this song Let's just end it.....here.
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Silence is haunting my past memories a dispersed assembly of muted screams marked by crimson upon a sinner's crown blasphemer on holy burial grounds sorrow comes with aging, death's the final straw the only thing that's changing is my faith in it all whispering banshees take my thoughts away they're still bleeding on my altar of decay mountains of sky, Novocaine feast for the dead long deceased gone or non-existent, blind yet still can see evil or guidance - the ocean is not the sea I'm so blind, can't find no one why is it always the same doing everything that you do? look at how high we are - high enough to touch the stars take a journey through your memories a tracing to the source of your current disease lies don't matter if their the only thing told the soul doesn't burn if it hasn't been sold
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didja know this is the last track of the album? we thought that you might really like to know that this is not the first rack on the album - just a reminder that you're not dead so it seems to be our greeting for the show that is still currently seating, or is this all really just a dream? You know everything is by accident and you try to set it straight. the fountain of youth is already spent, so don't you try and act your age.

about

this is an album we recorded between October 2013-January 2014 with Dave Summers at his studio in Tullahoma, TN.

credits

released August 16, 2014

Andrew Christ Jones - 9&6 string electric guitars, acoustic guitars, vocals, kazoo, effects, tummy sounds

R. Blake Dellinger - 6 string fretted/fretless bass guitars, Lead Vocals, effects, lyrics, harmonica, pan flute, assorted percussion, stuff

Dave Summers - Engineer, Mix, Master, Fake Drums, Squiggly line arranger, effects, vocals, enabler

Featuring other voices & effects by;
London Allan, Bob Dellinger, The Rinderers - Anne, Dave, Nathan, & Lori, Erin & Jolie, Shane the Rape Fox, Britain Mathis, & Ralph the Custodian

Produced by Flummox & Dave Summers

Artwork by Holly Axelrod
Layout by Josh Raiken

All songs written by Dellinger/Jones
Copyright "PHLUMMOXYGEN" 2014

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Flummox Nashville, Tennessee

flum·mox/ˈfləməks/ Perplex (someone) greatly; bewilder.

Aly - lead bass, lead vocals
Max - guitars, vocals
Chase - guitars, bass, vocals
Jesse - keyboards, vocals
Alan - drums & percussion
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