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In case we shouldn’t make it, a note through the electric pigeons
Thank you for your patience, apologies for my pessimism
I’ve been scouring the rabbit holes and magic portals
Looking for a formula to jolt us back to normal
Brush it off, baby, like a paleontologist
Some are flailing, scaling walls, I try to barely acknowledge it
I got my fatal flaws and some daily insomnia
Maybe Ender saves us all, that’s a Deus Ex Machina
Yeah, I’m prolly that ominous, hyperbolic, “God is coming” homey
Jumping out the rut of my own private Punxsutawney
Hunkered like a shut-in with a periscope to rotate
I should feel at home, been writing bout this shit since 08
Find me where the drones aint, soulmate sipping rose
We so dang down to planet even in throes we okay
At least I hope we okay, avoiding any rogue wave
I’m sturdy with a stone face, know I can’t control fate
Gloves on both my calloused hands, hankie over bearded smile
MacGyvering the moment, it’s likely I’ll be here a while
Uncertain sybil riddles got me tethered to the here and now
Spotting oddish creatures hidden in the smears of cirrus clouds
Yeah, I said that caution is my moniker
Keep the spirits high, the number low on the thermometer
A digi smoke signal through the ether, I can’t wait to see your faces
Sending love, in case we shouldn’t make it
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(Claud SIx)
I heard the end was coming so I copped a box of burritos
To pair with the homemade bottles of pear vino
In a week’s time, I’d have been drunk and hungry, my tummy rumbling
Thought an 8 pack would keep us alive, I’m such a dummy
Sunny Sunday got an eerie vibe like seeing heroes die
I theorize whatever helps to make the fear subside
Teary eyes welling up, my television telling us
We all in this together, then they turn and try to sell me stuff
Like Wendy’s got my back, yo, they’ll help me when the mortgage due
Ford’ll put that loot up if the car payments short a few
Z-listers singing out of key like it’s supporting you
And everybody acting like my peace of mind’s affordable
But shit, I’m tipsy like Ion know what day it is
The simulation’s glitching, and I don’t know what to make of it
Break and disconnect from the woah of the spiral
Deleted all my apps, hope my ghost don’t go viral, yo
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I’ve seen this movie once or twice, I’d rather not relive the plot
Which unleashes Murphy’s Law upon our city blocks
I ain’t no superhero or sorcerer with a wizard’s wands
I ain’t breaking cinder blocks with concentrated inner thoughts
They like, “We taught a robot how to shoot and jump and feel.
We turned imaginary worries into something real.”
We spun the wheel and had to deal with where the pointer stopped
Death rates correlated with the price of oil stocks
Moxie of a protag, powers of an extra’s role
Everything could go bad, bout as shocking as a Tesla Coil
Piling toe tags becoming a familiar scene
Showing on your chrome cast and your silver screens
I’m in the cut, yelling cut
I don’t need to see my people belly up
Empty boarded up crib, I don’t run in there
Friendly aliens make us into lunch they share
Watch the puppeteers pull enemies from thin air
If you ain’t paranoid then you’re unprepared
I’m sucked into the storyline, caught up like I’m red-handed
You can tell how deep you are depending on who’s left standin’
Is it the part where evil people meet their earned demise
Or the prequel from the past when they emerge and rise
Commercialize the content, prophets out of tragedy
Every single new low is not the bottom actually
I won’t swallow the bullshit like my oblongata atrophied
My anger sublimates into my Casablanca masterpiece
So many folks are like, “All is well and beautiful”
Let’s carry on as usual, change is so unsuitable
What’s really all that bad about a hundred thousand funerals?
Meanwhile I’m going wild, like, “Is this the fucking Truman Show?”
I’d say I’m shocked and disappointed watching this all come to life,
but I’m not cause I’ve seen this movie once or twice
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Cleetwood Cove on our map, a star and circle jotted ‘rounded it
Winding to the edge of what remains of Mazama Mountain
I wanna jump into the air, and land past the caldera’s lip
And swim within the undisturbed waters where the seraphs live
That’s amore for ya like when the moonlight hits
Up in the smoky stratus on a July 5th
It ain’t bout where I’m at, it’s who I’m with
But I have never in my life seen a blue like this
For what it’s worth, I can’t complain
Cause I know that I’ll be back someday
How or when I cannot say
But I know that I’ll be back someday
If I’m fortunate I’ll face a fate that former dreams foretold
Be around here long enough to see the seeds I’ve sewn reach and grow
Push for peace and hope, and throw relief to folks who need it most
And live a life worth weeping over when my body frees my soul
But if happens sooner, then something somewhere deemed it so
The creator or the universe. Well, truthfully who even knows
But here’s what I request, a journey for my grieving folks
To lay me down to rest so pieces of me decompose
Climb up to the mountains in the summer through the feet of snow
Weave and roll between the trees until you reach the steepened road
Hike down to the shoreline, and feast upon the scene that shows
Marvel at the blue and sprinkle me at Cleetwood Cove
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If it ain’t something, then it’s something else
Thought I caught it coming ‘round again like it’s Hailey’s Comet
Almost had me buckling and praying to a Pagan Prophet
I’ve been in the fire pit, tryna stay aquatic
Dehydrated from the trickle trickle down of Reganomics (ay)
Neon Autumn stock, buy a million shares
We floating to the top like a Willy Wonk Heir
We heating up the Wok for them billionaires
Let it bang, let it knock like a Dilla Drum Snare
If it ain’t something, then it’s something else
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, thinking of some happy thoughts
Keep me cool as Planet Hoth in the midst of Ragnarok
So many wagging dogs that I can’t keep the tales straight
We ain’t playing for a stalemate, we wanna see a jailbreak
Evening full of ale, my morning smoothie kale based
Moving at a snail’s pace on the white whale chase
Damsels in distress tied along the railway
I’m giving it my best, but I cannot find the failsafe
If it ain’t something, then it’s something else
The ballyhoo is burdensome, terrible and turbulent
We wanted pairs of turtledoves, instead we got some murder bugs
I said I let myself rest, as soon as all the work is done
But work is never done, we keep it going til we turn to dust
There’s always something to be fixed or repaired
That cannot be accomplished with our wits and our prayers
Been Baring my soul like the plane is malfunctioning
Freefalling fast, I can see the ground under me
If it ain’t something, then it’s something else
At this point, I’m waiting for the big one (woah, yeah)
Whole city watching every bridge plunge (woah, yeah)
Folks yelling down with the system (woah, yeah)
If we going down it’s coming with us (woah, yeah)
At this point, I’m waiting for the spaceship (woah, yeah)
Or the interruption in the matrix (woah, yeah)
Or the warning signs of revelations (woah, yeah)
Hopefully, it’s my imagination (woah, yeah)
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(Claud SIx)
The man of many fitteds in the kitchen with the chef’s apron
Stuff the tummy when I feel the pit of emptiness achin’
There’s worse ways to deal, the better ways are gestatin’
Learning how to match the movement to the thangs I’ve been saying
It’s Dorian Gray, territory at play
My art is filled with all the ugly I absorb in a day
I stash it all there, create a horrid display
And journey out into the world feeling more than okay
Okay, I swear it’s chill, I love a loopy ferris wheel ride
But it doesn’t help to see despair shared in real time
I’ve learned a lot from strangers over threads we’re commentating on
I also see the hate respond, do the pros outweigh the cons
I play the Fonzarelli role, bouncing out the hellish hole
As long as I can sublimate the takes and keep the belly full
Long as I can jot the observations in my captain’s log
I ain’t going anywhere til mah fuckas drag me off
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At least I can say that I’ve been flossing more
So when the water wars go down, I know that I’ll have healthy gums
I can tell I’m numb because yesterday I read some thangs about the arctic ice melting and I didn’t even blink
I need to think it through, could use a drink or two or three of em
My equilibrium’s a carney ride
It’s our demise against our slightest inconveniences
And it seems as if the worry for the latter’s been winning by a mile
Which is kind of wild like invasive species
I take to weeding but sometimes I worry I’m a dandelion
I pantomime all the proper processes
But I’m not necessarily certain that I know what I’m doing
Somethings looming in the distance and the silhouette is frightening the pillow sweat is the nightly, At least I’m hydrated though, H2O for breakfast, replenish what I’ve lost, then I floss, and at least I can say that I’ve done that
Back around like revolving doors
I’m a peaceful treaty, I’m the cause of war
I've been tripping less, I’ve been flossing more
Make the biggest steps through the smallest chores
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The ambiguity of silver lines and grey skies
Makes it hard to recognize when living ain’t right
Searching for a needle in the middle of a hayride
I’ll go until I get it, I won’t even need to take 5
Eating feelings, peep the bulge in the waste line
Pair it with the smoke and nodes from the grape wine
It’s me and mine with a kennel full of canines
Swerving off the straight line, diverting to the wayside
Data in my hands, I’m merging with the AI
All the world’s a stage dive, I’m nervous as a playwright
Staring into space, I been watching paint dry
Calvin with the cape tied, rally to the daylight
I’ve been looking but I can’t find nothing
I’ve been looking but I can’t find nothing
That prolly means I should make some adjustments
Get up, get out, go and do something
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I wrote this album in the throes of the last two years. It's about seeing the world crumble around you via the news, social media, viral posts, and random trips to the store, and having excess energy and desire to do something, so you strengthen the forcefield that encapsulates yourself and your loved ones, all the while wishing you could extend the boundaries of your protection to more of your peoples.
It's a digital note sent by electric pigeons to fam, friends, and acquaintances that essentially reads, "Shit's crazy, right? You good?"
What started as a "While we're home for the next month or so" EP turned into a "Whatever happens throughout the rest of the year" LP and then turned into a "It never ends, and I keep adding songs" double album.
In Case We Shouldn't Make It is part 1 of the "In Case" series. Part 2, Just In Case We Make It, drops this fall.
It's frantic, chaotic, hopeful, and honestly, a bit embarrassing at times, which is exactly who I've been over the last length of the "new normal."
I hope you and yours are making it through, and if you've lost anyone or anything, I hope you have what you need to mourn and honor them.
Blessings and love,
Claud Six aka LD
