simulation of an artist

by ieatpants

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a kind of ridiculous look at how rock and no-rock fit together. the goal was to combine a love of echoey guitars and effects-laden loops with a few jaunty acoustic tunes about cramming my giant legs into the smallest airline seat ever. all in all, it's just as incoherent and messy as i had hoped.

the cover might be my favorite yet–i used a blank CD insert, an old scanner, an extra messy marker, and two of my favorite images of J.L. Borges.

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released March 11, 2009

brandon eugene miller: guitars, vocals, loops, samples, computers

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Track Name: without pants
squeaking by unnoticed
i can walk around unnoticed
sailing through security
there's no reason to pay attention
yellow tye-died shoes
mushroom poison in my pumpkin soup

dog burst... ???
you ate poo

disregarding all warnings
we've started up a whole new war
there's something familiar
about fighting with my friends
there's something familial
about fighting with my hands
there's something embarrassing
about arguing without pants
arguing without pants

without pants
Track Name: legroom
changing the game
everything we are
changing the way
people see
anytime we open our mouths
it's our lives, our dreams
the legroom we don't have
comfort we never missed
it's hard
to be sad
when your eyes are always dry, right?
Track Name: abandoned
in a quiet temple
abandoned due to fate
the rocks closed in
the universe began drawing away from him
this temple a tribute to dead, incarcarated gods
out of chaos, began to dream a dialogue
space was time
and he looked far into the past
the future, straight into the sun
its bright light burnt his eyes
eternity is the standing still of time
bound in a nutshell
we still count ourselves the kings of infinite space
we live through the tragic erosion of years
lying in someone's perfect memory
the universe was never mine to live in
tiamat would not breath life into his prey
in praise of darkness
watching us fall
Track Name: fake world, nyc
in this life
that we make up
are you let down
do you give up

are you
let down by me
and this life
that we've made

this fake life
that someone made up
in their heads
and gave to us

we all try
to climb up
but they throw rocks
at our flesh

we all think
the same shit
we all dream
the nightmare

this fake world
on a movie screen
and we watch as
our lives break up

but one day
if we stand up
with a fake smile
we could wake up

the real world
is just too much
to take in
for all of us