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No Indigo

by Secnd Best

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1.
We are matter, we are decay We are assumptions on display We are vague generalities bred to live in redundancy You are nothing, a demographic Individualized experience You’re a control group, potential market Quantifiable exercised free will This screams at me, “revel in my majesty” The all-important self-indulgent imagery Digital forum to parade and celebrate Bloated egos validate diminished curiosity That’s not what I call interaction Uploaded content, just a distraction from the Definition of significance and profundity Don’t conform or evoke Even with all eyes transfixed on the screen, all screens lead to me Content of consciousness—mark your mode of indifference Content of consciousness—cursory deliverance Content of consciousness—command your significance Content or malcontent—combat this ambivalence Behold the model house Its elegance is quite pronounced: The superficial filigree lies dormant in its infancy All the children, roses smashed Peering through the murky glass The front room we’d all congregate And swap stories to vindicate The tales of narrow perspective That stem from divine directive; It’s you and me, and we could be Like one Fuck curiosity
2.
Nobody ever talks about after the injury after the surgery the nothing is fine Nobody ever talks about the not full recovery chronic pain inabilities nothing’s the same The interview just stops on a hopeful note Like advice from your mom it sees only the best in you only the best outcome A jumping junkie chasing a falling high It's not hard for me to understand why most doctors say Do not resuscitate What's it like to wake up everyday and know you're the only way your loved one can survive I don't mean love and care I mean a blank stare only evil escapes here your life's shit and piss Functioning on relief and instinct god answered your prayers For the first time you wonder How the fuck am I gonna manage the stairs/stares It's not hard for me to understand why most doctors say Do not resuscitate Well maybe you're different Maybe you don't feel the same Perhaps you're a lucky one They put on the TV Well I ain't no different Yeah I am the same But still I'm a lucky one Others have felt far more pain
3.
Something keeps me up at night A diluted passenger—recondite Sits still, revels in the stench of the meek Implies the meaning we think we seek Excuses are to value as reason is to distortion The means justify the end when achieved by extortion And the end—merely an afterthought A footnote to the race Who needs goals, a common drive Ambition’s a disgrace The wasted knowledge of the world An apathetic culture stares cock-eyed, slack-jawed Drooling at the answer The question, who fucking cares
4.
I won't close my eyes while you pray for me I will study you like a rain dance I won't spend a year of my lifespan in a church A box around thought High ceilings accommodate your ego Faith is fear Faith is a shooting after a shot to your pride Faith is a tight lipped "if my culture permitted it I would lop off your head right now" Smile And I think the worst part is You don't even know why a challenge To your faith makes you so Fucking mad Your face as red as a business man After a trip out of town when His wife asks him tough questions Faith is fragile Apathetic agnostic's neutral eyes See the truth but allow the lies Bored agnostic's neutral eyes See the truth but allow the lies History always leads to the future So let's change the past and right a wrong Put the bible in the fantasy section And science friction out of schools The hands that hold us down are Made of clay and They're getting dryer every day We can't stay set in these ways Speak up nearly 30% of americans Are atheist or agnostic But when will we ever see a politician swear in without a bible if we don't tell them it's OK Not to believe in Santa for votes anymore Speak out Faith out The government's possessed by god so exorcise your rights Make them sweat Speak out Against is for human evolution
5.
Take this mason jar, poke holes in the lid And so terraform with dirt leaf and twig The woodpile out back—a life to extract A lesson whispered through some deafening act Scale a mountain just to measure its mass appeal Present the data as a challenge to what it reveals A garrulous thread, intention misread And so glorify the ambition instead.. A life to exalt! A corpulent hand presents the tail intact: “Here you’ll see we have achieved a flat miraculous feat! Any day we anticipate the body to grow back.”
6.
20 Something 02:37
Yeah you think you've got it figured out you really think you know Wherever you end up it's just where you want to go Plotting out your life you know what happens when you die With so many convictions you’re a prisoner of your own mind And you've got it all figured out No need to follow politics No magic in the world there's only tricks Won't live until retirement No need to save your health is spent You think you make the rules You won't play ball in their game But no matter how different you try to be We all live so close to the same But you've got it all figured out You've got it all Figure it out
7.
Jungle Rush 02:48
I was raised to believe in a god, benevolent and wise Reticent of your fraud and lies Therefore, so as not to disappoint your lord One must conduct oneself with aplomb and dignity St. Nicholas: historical philanthropist So as not to mislead the child My parents never paraded around the Santa myth I did not believe I will not believe I cannot believe I won’t.. He’s got a list penned with a topaz fist Come judgment day where will you find your name Motivated by fear, the congregation kneels so austere The bait’s been set, the lure’s been cast Are you feeling hungry yet
8.
Ghost Writer 00:59
Who's gonna get all of your magazine clippings Your receipt-written to do list Who's gonna haphazardly organize your sentimentalities on a banquet table at an estate sale Who's gonna read your diary your journal the scrawling script of your thoughts Who's gonna carry all the things you said in the dark Out of the door Into a waiting u-haul in mid July Who's gonna take out your garbage and decide What isn't Your worldly possessions will be reincarnated Dispersed and separated into Individual pieces that will Constitute a single part of another persons Environment and take on a different meaning Until the same thing happens to you/them
9.
MSG-sus 02:36
Up the mighty morphine drip Suppress reality Living off the sick days but it’s the days that are sick Not me Found something that betters my life And I’m sharing it with my neighbor’s kids and wife The clothes in my dresser are always folded nice Ever since I dedicated my life to christ I’ve found order, peace, and prosperity All thanks to something I like to call MSG-sus spice up the dish of my life Add a dash of nutmeg to cancel out my strife Enhance the flavors, keep me safe Monosodium god This fear that’s injected into me every day State of high alert god save me this I pray Raised with faith that I’ll follow blindly Learned the lessons A culinary art Come to rely on a god who shelters me Lest I actually taste reality MSG-sus my special blend Served with a side of deceit Cooked medium-well For dessert we have eternity in fiction And a mint to cleanse your palate Your tainted palate
10.
What the bleep do we not know That I'm not always topical Testing’s the antithesis of being told No method no hypothesis just Pb to Au There was a god of fire There was a god of rain There was even a god of love but even this sacred subject Can be explained by chemicals in the brain What the bleep do we not know Oh you say being an atheist is cause for disdain But praying to a god's the definition of insane We even have a theory for what came before time But if it's proven incorrect they'll be discord and no one frets What the bleep do we not know What the fuck will it take to show What the fuck do we not know What gives them control over you
11.
It seems like I can't get these pictures out of my mind A perpetual negative potential all of the time And every time I let my thoughts wander astray I get lost in the self-induced pattern of decay Whenever I'm alone with my mind I have a recurring dream where I punch as hard as I can I swing and I swing but my fist won't seem to land It's not as though I feel like this everyday But give my brain sometime it makes my whole being lame Whenever I'm alone with my mind I won't be alone again This is a message I can't rescind A revelation I don't want or admit It seems like I can't get these pictures out of my mind A perpetual negative potential all of the time To an incumbent mind it's plain to see A lack of knowledge and info all I can dwell on is me Whenever I'm alone with my mind
12.
Status Quote 04:20
I could be a nihilist Walk through life in macabre bliss Won't be here in a century To see the fall of humanity I won't be having children I don't have a dog in this fight I'm not sure what's coming carbon scrubbers or the bread lines My theory is if you can't breath you can't prove a conspiracy The sea is rising direct action effects their wealth like it's 9/11 The quicker we can pull it out The more that we can seed the doubt Remember all the money spent Is just a drop in the investment Meant to keep the capitalistic machine running well past it's prime So pull the plug and let it seize less common sense than a disease We can't afford not to fight we're out the equation the world is just fine It's perturbations dissipation attractors and bifurcations What's the point of this A journalist asked an environmental scientist to sum things up "are we fucked" Responded "more or less" A dynamic resistance is really our only chance We need to cut emissions 10% per year Equity principle hasn't been shown It's time to get radical Antibodies rising up To fight a spiking fever If you're not a rebel by 20 they say you've got no heart But if you haven't turned establishment by 30 they say you've got no fucking brains That's what I call the status quote That's why I call it the status quote So keep on fighting
13.
Well the ice congregates with the others Distancing itself from the snaky oily seepage Bound by surface tensions That can only signify its inevitable demise And I can’t help but wonder why we don’t feel as aged as this twelve year Dewers And the label—an unrefined cloudy mixture of pride Disappoint, fear, and hope reads, “lucky 13.” Whatever is shall be more so Vet token redeemed Is this the one boys If we stagger forward with this maladroit vigor Something’s bound to happen Are we bound to keep drifting apart Complacent as the passion fades

credits

released January 29, 2021

Kyle Wayne Ikola – vocals, base guitar
Matthew Allen Dodak – lead guitar, vocals
Jonathan William Krieger – vocals, lead bass, organ, piano, some guitars
Brian Dene Ward – drums, vocals, all that

Engineered by Mike Ulysses at aEtherspace Studios and Joni Krieger at 54th St. Boogie Palace
Mixed by Chris Finster at aEtherspace Studios
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audiosiege
Artwork and layout by Drew Tran

Secnd Best would like to thank anyone who helped with this dang thing. Emotional support honorable unmentionables to: Robert. Nick. Geoff Thomas. The Newbolds, Campbells and Wheelers of the world. The good Dr. Crawford and all our Crawfest friends. Brian's kids. Jeremy. Vashti—you know who you are (no thanks to Vashtor). The Ghost Writer writer—pottery soon? Mom–always wanting to come to shows but not wanting to embarrass a son in his 30s, not realizing it's the other way 'round. Wayne Ikola—the dad, not the guitar. Thanks for the down payment on Wayne Ikola the guitar, not the dad. Assigned reading: "How Science Is Telling Us All to Revolt" by Naomi Klein.

Special thanks to Gary Glover—one more shot, one more beer, one more smoke and I'm out.

In memory of Kelli Reedy. Sincerest of thanks for our first practice space and putting up with all the Quality Family Time.

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Secnd Best Portland, Oregon

Secnd Best possesses a keen ability to draw a fast, hard perspective from the baggy-eyed ephemera that ignites oh so many solipsistic platitudes plagued with the inevitable pseudo-memories of gloriful-old.

Secnd Best is from Portland, Or. Sucked, got better, still together. Doin' it since 2002.
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