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Possession

by Cousin Boneless

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    The 4th offering, and first electric release from PA's Cousin Boneless.

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1.
Nithing Pole 03:52
Sickle of Gold Trickle of Blood Nithing Pole Aligned with the sun provides a gruesome feast for the flies Spit it spins with haunches of meat fangs drip with gristle and grease sparks join stars in the sky forest peace cut by a shriek arcane rhythm cut by cacophony Arrows bullets bombs and drones might makes right Slash and burn and praise the corn adapt or die Priests and kings and presidents submit and you'll be saved Printing press and the oculus rift god is change The socketless eyes of the horses head judge the living and the dead a child spared is forced to accept the lies that laid his parents to rest through lineage a curse descends fall as you rise the fate of all men
2.
You ain't no missionary you ain't no visionary you ain't even a little scary Pretty Little Cemetery I'm not dying in the way I'd like to be I got into hiding when I skip around merrily Please pity pretty princess pray purchase pucker up shit piss kiss fist salivate for salvation There's no saving grace I don't feel the same I don't feel I've changed Molding masks to save my face
3.
Wheels dead spun in the same mud rut Poison trickles up to my head from my gut Nerves gunshot fathers blood clot rotting in my veins Robbed of my will doomed to fulfill my genetic fate Wilds call comes canned from a cold steel vat Howl to a neon moon then collapse on plastic grass Rail tire fires heaps of tires and a bed of broken glass Awaken to this fever dream keep picking these old sickly scabs And if I am destined for this Half life of decay I'll Leave a trail of desolate mirth in my wake Paragon of vice Lay the satyr's crown on my brow Every drink an oath Every toke a vow
4.
Null Set 02:22
I'd raise a glass to salute you my friend The water's fucking poison and we've got a drinking problem Come together in revelry with friends new and old Booze keeps us complacent and the conversation light Network of allies in the palm of my hand There's literally people dying for the minerals in your smartphone Touring around the world to spread our message of hope Buying gas from the corporations we oppose Playing a show in the hip part of town It wasn't so hip until they drove the poor folks out It's a safe space all inclusive community Everyone who's here is middle class and white Substitute with tempeh seitan and tofu Roundup ready soy beans eroding the soil No faith in system a vote is submission Now a fucking fascist is making the decisions Trapped in a labyrinth of moral ambiguity where there's no such thing as victimless choice Lend your voice to the choir or be paralyzed by remorse Learn to forgive, we're all trying to live Beliefs set in stone are sure to drag you down with them
5.
Apocolypto 02:52
A winged serpent God called me to this cactus To erect temples to the glory of life fueled by death Soil most fertile when soaked in blood Sustenance reaped from the holy mud Rituals of violence bring biding peace Till our Gods return and grant us sweet release Conquer the land Lord guides my hand King wants their gold Lord wants their soul Land we were granted Hands built these altars Golden sun, golden maize Souls of our elders returned Guided by the will of the divine Finally, Prophecy Our true Gods have arrived, save our lives, set us forever free Heathens thee, disbelief My mission is written, my vision, my wrath is unleashed I'm your God I'm your reckoning the Holy Spirit has cum inside me Taste the fallacy of the Lord with the longest sword I'll rip out your beating heart Serrated Obsidian shard Taste the sin in the blood of those who were wrong all along About the image of God
6.
Property 03:40
7.
Another boulder rolls down the mountain As the serpent eats its tail Shit in the water shit out more children Skipping rope with the earth's entrails As by Malthus foretold unchecked expansion in a finite world The center cannot hold The center cannot hold You deserve to be more than a human resource You don't wanna be there when nature takes its course Eating from your feedbag blinders on just like a good workhorse But it's a pretty steep cliff you're dragging this wagon towards Society in freefall convinced that its flying Just cause you draw breath doesn't mean you're not dying Surprise and denial, oh we tried you'll say The status quo meant more than the price others pay Class war's about more than standard of living Its hollow stuffed technocrats short sighted thinking They mechanize labor till we fight over scraps Then shrug at the effects of their industrial mishaps Only race on their mind is the one for the dollar But they foster xenophobia divide and conquer Tear it down Balanced on a knifes edge A hairs breadth from the precipice The sword of Damascus will fall regardless of acknowledgement A bunch of frogs in a boiling pot scoff at the existence of a stovetop
8.
Point Of You 02:51
Everybody's got soapboxes in their back pockets Umbilical links to power sockets Acting so shocked at the slow progress of their causes As if virtual words could descend like rockets Identity age has given way to wage slaves that crave the stage Construct them from the confines of an online cage The only book you reads a feed on a screen filled with meaningless drivel Your brain lies shriveled All these glass house stone throwing saints Every acquaintance a prophet self proclaimed If Sisyphus gets sick of this his mission will be stolen Throwin' hissy fits and sippin' fifths it get our own ball rollin' Sissies piss in the abyss thinkin' this is how we get growin' The seeds of our beliefs finally feigning fruition Siftin' through the symptoms searchin' for human conditions But the cancer surrounds No answer is found No stance is profound Just dance to the loudest sound What we got's monotony Rottin' for monopoly Zombies of technology Trottin' towards the top of the Cliff but we miss the whole point of view This shit is a diss on the whole point of you
9.
Social Ghost 02:58
Sharp dressed man armed to teeth with the dancin' shoes Movin' through the room in my tailor made costume So many hats to wear and boy they all fit fine You say you like my style but this design it wasn't mine Who I am all depends on the way these devils dress me My whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me Behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me There's a little whisper Creepin' through my head Devil on my shoulder Tells me who I am Well it doesn't really matter what I do or what I say You don't really know me, just the roll I play Who I am all depends on the way theses devils dress me my whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me We're all just actors here to play out this little scene Our dialogue dictated by who we are supposedly This character is fictional, and the director ain't here to help Every time I get to know myself I become someone else Who I am all depends on the way theses devils dress me My whole persona rest on the social ghost what possessed me Behind the scenes of these tiny screens there's a story tellin' me
10.
Glimpse 03:24
Every moment is a picture Captured at infinite angles A poem penned for purpose beyond meaning or measure With each breath we battle in a war to be remembered Martyrs for the art in a graveyard Of memories and moments and poems They die with me Will they rest in peace Or be resurrected in grief From deceptions of memory That these fits of love they last forever Now hollow and weak Connections stretched thin by time Faulty design in the fault lines of the mind We grasp to seek meaning in a language that flows Around exhausted exhales of words purged through the silence Talismans hold the place Of a time lost in space A feeling that can't be placed or defined What surrounds resounds with the hints that we find within And the feeling is fleeting A fickle flicker in the void The great dance, the cosmic paradox Searching and struggling to capture this holy moment With constricted eyes Exposed to the light Glimpse of the divine
11.
I am at ease with myself The only human nature is the one that we create But there's a story told by liars and thieves Primitive desires, fight fuck and eat Perpetuating violence and greed They've got Gods and guns and gears to grind you up Exploiting what you fear exploiting what you love Conquer, divide, demand to stand in line Marketing of the unconscious mind Pleasure yourself to your own dirty reflection Common identity and pre-paid connection "not me! I'm unique" But your paying for your mass produced individuality You can't kill what you can't see You can't kill what you can't see There's a police man in all of us that must be destroyed But you can't kill what you can't see Daddy knows what's best Don't make me get the belt It's the latest trending fashion With which to hang yourself Officer, I've been bad, I've had impure thought Teach me a lesson, please spank me raw, Oh, harder, harder, harder You can't kill what you can't see You can't kill what you can't see There's a police man in all of us that must be destroyed But you can't kill what you can't see These behaviors are contrived Meticulously designed To make you buy Make you buy Make you good, buy Good, buy Good bye Goodbye
12.
Possession 03:10

about

Formed during the summer heat of 2013, in the streets of Pittsburgh, PA, Cousin Boneless create a distinctive sound that dances between the ardent and the macabre. Weaving together an energetic mix of punk and folk, their poignant lyrics dig into the struggles of our culture and times, while their atmospheric and darkly crafted sound is calculated and gripping.

Heavily entrenched in the DIY folk and punk communities where their music first took form, Cousin Boneless maintain their viciously DIY ethos, having promoted and toured their music tirelessly since their inception. Playing alongside folk punk staples such as Days N Daze, Jayke Orvis, Blackbird Raum, Rail Yard Ghosts, and Wood Spider, while accruing a myriad of members, instruments, and sounds along the way, they have toured across both Europe and North America.

After spending years as an exclusively acoustic band, Cousin Boneless have transformed on their latest full-length offering, Possession, plugging in and incorporating a fuller, heavier sound. The album marks a new milestone in their musical complexity, vision and direction.

credits

released June 7, 2018

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Mike Bardzik at Noisy Little Critter, West Chester, PA.

Tracks 6 and 12 recorded and mixed by Kasey Fusco at ETC Audio, Ambridge, PA

All songs written and produced by Cousin Boneless

Cousin Boneless is:

Chris Blake - Accordion, Electric Guitar, Banjo (Track 3), Vocals
Joey Schuller - Banjo, Piano, Trumpet, Vocals
Storm Shimp - Bass
Jonny Snape - Drums
Joe Miller - Trombone
Kyle Stinson - Spooky Saw, Screams

Featuring:

Mika Metz - Tuba
RabbitTail Abigail - Fiddle
Mugshot - Fiddle
Aydin Sabala - Mandolin
Jess Vaughn - Auto Harp
Kasey Fusco - EMX, Electric Guitar (track 7), French Connection, Snare (track 6)

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