Curios Through 2012

by Roo

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The story of withdrawing to a house deep in the woods and hoping that the world forgets you.

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released August 14, 2012

Written, recorded, and mixed by Roo during the fall, summer, and spring of 2012 in the mountains of Pennsylvania.

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Track Name: Der Werwolf
What should have been a tribute to meekness has become an exercise in the abnormal. This should never have been a story of __________. This shouldn't even exist; this shouldn't even exist. We're breaking history.

But I don't have a heart, so maybe I'm a ghost, and if I did I'd trade it just to be horrified again.

But Hell is a wolf; and its march irreversible. You have no future.

And me? I don't have a single color left. I don't have a single color left.

But I'm glad to be, it's an honor to be _______________. Because you...you....you ___________________ just to get out of having to look at you one more time. I _____________________. But I wouldn't dare. Because now I'm rust and strata.

And if there is any god out there, I swear that I will spend the extent of eternity serving you if you will just strike me dead right now.

But you aren't real -- and neither am I.
Track Name: I Don't Like Anybody
I don't like anybody;
Don't think there's any heart in me.

I don't like anybody -- and I've run out of the things
that helped me patiently digest
their abject, desolate taste.

Can't be anybody;
Don't think there's anything for me;
God forbid I have to stay,
I'll have to find another way to breathe.

I don't like anybody, don't think there's any heart in me

I make it hurt,
All the way:
Cuts like blades of splintered glass,
Cuts like tempting, tragic, desperate hope:

And I hope that I would shut my mouth;
I hope my skin would flay itself;
I hope this leisure-class holocaust would rip into my chest and vivisect me

I don't like anybody, don't think there's any heart in me;
I don't like anyone, don't think like anyone

Now I'm a monster:
I've teeth like jagged gears;
And in their grooves are figments, folds, and precious feels,
wolven hours, and an image that will steal your sleep tonight,
so panic now

No I don't like anyone
Don't think there's any heart in me

Thou draws the blinds to keep the white out;
Thou sheds thy colors off of thee;
Thou scrapes thy beauty off of thee

But I don't even want to be here;
But I don't even want to be, dear

Don't let the time sieve through;
Don't let the time sieve through...
Track Name: Extra Life
Atop a wooded winding,
among autumnal graves,
they wait through every sunset,
they wait through every day.

I need an-
Oh, I need an extra life.

The city's overflowing with the scent of freshly growing trees, but I've run out of extra lives so that's the end.
Track Name: Whatever Makes You Make-Believe
Sure, we miss the where from whence we came, but home's a heart that's not contained!
We'll dance around the clouds and 'main, but you can go without refrain!
We wish you luck but choose to stay,
We wish you luck but choose to stay!

And, if the far- has not -away, if the far- has not -away...
If the ways do naught to sway, perhaps an ossuary may!
We make believe but for a while...and a while.
Track Name: The Most Enormous Shade of Green
When you hear this may you picture enormous shades of green.
And I hope that it hurts the sophisticate inside thee;
Makes you wonder, makes you shudder, at the notion I propose:

That we're not quite what we think;
that we're hardly what we seem;
And the eye without the green
is but a dream without the dream.

I'm the fire in every hearth;
I'm the shadows that prance in your dark.
I'm the curl of your lips;
And I won't let you grin.

Your sweetest anaphora are those which start with "we."
And I hope that when we hear this you choke on the notes I creak.
True, many have smoothed a coarser edge -- although for me,
Sorrow is a tireless muse so capture anger's way.

Don't pretend for me;
I wouldn't trust you to cut me down from a tree
And I hope that when you hear this you scream.

This feels like a lie to you;
And you feel like a lie to me.

I would like to say that I am sorry that the scales I learned from you
weren't put to better use, but I'd think that you'd blame you,
and let there be no doubt regret is just a wonder or a muse
at the thought of who we'd be...what we'd be if not for you.


I hope it dulls all your brilliancy --
The most enormous shade of green.
Track Name: Whatever Makes You Retch
Whatever happened to make you this way?
The loss of a love or a rainy day?
Lest you forget to bare your teeth, I shall recount:

Whatever makes you retch and blurs your view before you;
Whatever makes you lock a thousand doors...behind;
Whatever makes you retch and twirls the room, twirls the room...
...
..
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What may unfold inside a time capsule?
This place is a whole. The time -- a piece of its soul,
which ages elegantly. You...
.
..
...
If you never wonder if maybe you're dead;
If pretty things don't seem to burn your skin;
If hell is a something that you haven't lived:
Allow me to remind of...

Whatever makes you retch and blurs your view before you;
Whatever makes you lock a thousand doors...behind;
Whatever makes you retch and twirls the room, twirls the room...

What may unfold inside a time capsule?
This place is a whole; the time -- a piece of its soul, which ages elegantly
and you...are a circuitry with a pulse,
And a heart. So please let me stay, inside this time capsule -- far away.