The Masked Battle

by Mount Pressmore

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1.
03:19
There was a time of less resemblance No choice but fighting was the key Now in our selective remembrance I look like you look back at me We need our amnesia And in a wheel of our misfortune Our image held up to the light How do we alter this distortion But by depending on the night We need our amnesia You come and go as you please Get down on your knees This is the cult of amnesia
2.
03:58
Fallen sparrow Infirm arrow Flashes Then crashes We plunder the ashes Fellow Feeling Seeking, stealing Bleed out The redoubt We're under the devout My offense A defense My protest A pretense, of The lonesome threat we feel from a passerby An endless vacancy of our eagle eye A serpent's tongue beguiles us to let it fly The lonesome threat we feel from a passerby Barefaced morning Corps adorning Regression Succession A paralyzed lesson My offense A defense My protest A pretense, of The lonesome threat we feel from a passerby An endless vacancy of our eagle eye A serpent's tongue beguiles us to let it fly The lonesome threat we feel from a passerby A witness cries upon the screen A tear of Virtue's sight unseen And still inclined behind the door It's not enough, yeah we want more The lonesome threat we feel from a passerby An endless vacancy of our eagle eye A serpent's tongue beguiles us to let it fly The lonesome threat we feel from a passerby
3.
03:26
I think you're running from something, Vera Can't tell but maybe I am too So come let's pick apart the Sunday Mirror Some folks just haven't got a clue They say our attitude is far from normal How long we're gone beyond the mean Let's dress this silliness in something formal And masquerade in the obscene I may have overstepped my boundaries, Vera Sometimes I don't know what I say And in a vain attempt to make things clearer I may have thrown it all away Some spin their yarn about new beginnings But they're so hung up on the past Locked in historical underpinnings Our end's already been forecast Floating beneath Life on the surface Floating beneath Idle of purpose And if I've overstayed my welcome, Vera You've been so kind to recognize A fellow vagabond, or something nearer A partner in a million lies We knew conspiracy would lead to questions We led them tripping through the maze Lolling and calling out false suggestions Complicit in the latest craze Floating beneath Life on the surface Floating beneath Idle of purpose Load your guns at once, don't let me in Fire away at your forgotten kin
4.
Tripped and fell somewhere I'll never leave Hidden well, but always up my sleeve Shuffle the faces Rename all the places There still remain traces That burn into blazes, I'm Held to the breath of your secret Silenced by tides of your memory, I'm Held to the breath of your secret Islands undone by a rising sea Take the pill and make it out the door Lost the will to fake it anymore Crumbled to pieces My reason diseases I'll do as she pleases I'm due for releases, I'm Held to the breath of your secret Silenced by tides of your memory, I'm Held to the breath of your secret Islands undone by a rising sea Radiant waves that remain Velveteen graves of the brain
5.
I put a nest egg Inside your pocket You swore you'd keep it safe and warm Till we crossed over the line A kinky bootleg A bottle rocket And we forgot about the whole arrangement You held a steak knife Above your dinner Waiting to cut until you told me What was no longer mine Is this the half life? Who beat the winner? It seems we're stuck inside our own estrangement Might as well stay awhile, 'cause Ooh, ooh, ooh, Baby I'm Stuck With It My cousin Vincent He couldn't hack it He changed his status once he had us Free from needing a dime A signal wind-sent A smoky racket A message muddled in its own transmission Sometimes I think back To our beginning And easy winning was a consequence Of not keeping time Now hit the road, Jack The clock is ticking The hands are fabricating blind ambition Get out and walk a mile, now Ooh, ooh, ooh, Baby I'm Stuck With It Might as well lay down and die Ooh, ooh, ooh, Baby I'm Stuck With It
6.
My misbegotten So soon forgotten When bones are rotten Who pays? The beating starts to quicken Our blood begins to thicken A peckish game of chicken These days Put down a slug of yellow The harsh begins to mellow An ordinary fellow You'll see But far beyond the chasm There's less enthusiasm To counteract the spasm As me Broken down by the light of the day Open ground, where I'm bound to decay Here in the dark Shadows awaken Bones sharp and shaking For the next shot Here in the dark Spirits descending Lyrically trending Toward that blind spot What happens to our vision While making this incision Is some infirm collision With the id life Let's talk degeneration Let's deepen the flirtation Abhorrent consecration Of the old strife Broken down by the light of the day Open ground, where I'm bound to decay Here in the dark Shadows awaken Bones sharp and shaking For the next shot Here in the dark Spirits descending Lyrically trending Toward that blind spot Say yes, say yes I do not know Our best is but a hollow show Oh no, oh no I must confess My hazard's nothing but a guess Here in the dark Shadows awaken Bones sharp and shaking For the next shot Here in the dark Spirits descending Lyrically trending Toward that blind spot
7.
04:21
I see you teach the children About the tides of war Forgotten resolutions Forbidden shores Keep sounding so familiar Keep up the knowledge game A nod to brighter futures Where we're the same Say what you will I'll be here still From the depths of a well There's a story I tell Bring your ear to my shell Bring your ear to my shell Now who could ever tell us The life we're born to lead No sense in feeling jealous No heart to bleed But still we soldier onward Hard in our own disguise A truth no longer honored But reconciled Say what you will I'll be here still From the depths of a well There's a story I tell Bring your ear to my shell Bring your ear to my shell
8.
03:39
The elemental volatility Was not a match before the instruments of measure The random acts of raw hostility So thinly veiled behind a principle of pleasure What psychological entitlement Would bring us closer to the age of our invention Years chronologically vital spent Chasing a tail pinned on a donkey of dissension Now can't you hear me singing Oh my, my Finding's Inconclusive Now in a tailor-made environment With my devices at the wiggle of a finger I scroll it down to my retirement I strategize about the strength of my malinger I'm counting out my precious characters They're all deserting me because of my condition Too bad us sickos can't inherit cures Else we'd be shilling on the road to high perdition Now can't you hear me singing Oh my, my Finding's Inconclusive You might regret it if you don't Try to forget it but you won't That unheard message on your phone Called to explain why you're alone Now can't you hear me singing Oh my, my Finding's Inconclusive
9.
She lived a life organic Taken by the soft sell Day by day He was a word mechanic Always told his tale well Charm and sway The pregnant morning lay before them The burning fuses lit their way The crisis warnings they ignored them, all night As for the truth, well, who's to say? A pale blue dot Was all we knew A rocky plot Alone with you It was a warm December When they let the fast pitch Reel them in And how they well remember Calling it the last ditch Deep within This is a limited time offer Act now before you lose your place We've emptied out this precious coffer, all right I hear it's beautiful from space A pale blue dot Was all we knew A rocky plot Alone with you Heaven help us Freeze, dry, melt us Tell us where to go Beyond the pale A pale blue dot Was all we knew A rocky plot Alone with you You never know if you're ready or not I'm holding on to the veil of a pale blue dot
10.
03:15
Spun 'round and 'round just like a hurricane That you couldn't tame Wrapped up and down, now how was I to blame Little miss got a twist That is driving me insane You're my candy cane Can't feign that hook You go right straight to the brain Sweet sugar cook Eighteen times twenty turns the whole shebang I'm so glad you rang Your horn of plenty, honey, halts my pang Just a drop put a stop To my terminal Sturm und Drang You're my candy cane Can't feign that hook You go right straight to the brain Sweet sugar cook I could not wait another moment My heart's rebellion starts to foment Hell-bent, yeah You're my candy cane Can't feign that hook You go right straight to the brain Sweet sugar cook
11.
Down on the floor Watching the screens decree their winnings Who is it for Trading a horse of high beginnings Kicked out the door Here's to a sense of missed belonging Back to the war Tally the endless cost of wronging, while we Spurn the numbers right before us Turn the quack into the chorus Contradict the brontosaurus Simple then, to just ignore us, in a Silent Catastrophe Now it's done, now it's done, we're in a Silent Catastrophe As we augur for an ending, we're in a Silent Catastrophe Who's the next Seventh Son, we're in a Silent Catastrophe Now it's done, now it's done, now it's done Up on the hill Blessed with a sense of information Fire at will Cover the blowback to your station You know the drill You know the bust inspires devotion Market the pill Target the seat of our emotion, while we Spurn the numbers right before us Turn the quack into the chorus Contradict the brontosaurus Simple then, to just ignore us, in a Silent Catastrophe Now it's done, now it's done, we're in a Silent Catastrophe As we augur for an ending, we're in a Silent Catastrophe Who's the next Seventh Son, we're in a Silent Catastrophe Now it's done, now it's done, now it's done I'm only trying to connect Spent so much time looking o'er my shoulder How could I be more direct How does it feel to be getting older
12.
04:02
A willow tree The strands of memory Would stray and strangle Hello, it's me I hold the master key To your entangle What have I meant Whence was it sent Whom do these shadows represent Where does it lead How will I read The gravest misdeed In need of a soul's repent? I'm your sandman Feel your brain scan Lives you outran I'm your sandman A shallow pool How short our lives unspool In a chain of matter A magic thought To hear a tragic plot From all the clatter Say that you did Who would you kid Uncovering everything you hid A lunatic rant The experts would grant You're left to recant And can your leaky lid I'm your sandman Feel your brain scan Lives you outran I'm your sandman Walk with me Here within lightning's weaving Patiently Shed your skin, shun the leaving I'm your sandman Feel your brain scan Lives you outran I'm your sandman

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The second studio album from Austin, Texas' Mount Pressmore.

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released July 1, 2017

Thomas Shaw - vocals, keyboard
Tom Ray - guitar
Alex Sefchick - bass
Kris Studebaker - drums

Engineered and mixed by James Stevens at EAR Studio, Austin, TX
Mastered by Jim Wilson at Jim Wilson Mastering, Longmont, CO
Artwork by Chawlie

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Mount Pressmore makes music that crosses cultures and transcends categories. It’s Herbie Hancock meeting Peter Gabriel in a Danny Elfman film score. It’s a comedy, for sure, but one that balances social satire with self-examination.

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