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THOUGHT GARDEN

by Deep State

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Dean Bob Guy Maehrlein
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Dean Bob Guy Maehrlein When I listen to Heavy Lunch it feels as though I'm in the movie Top Gun, and I am the TOP GUN. When the song really hits it after the 2nd chorus I imagine that I save Goose's (Geese?) life and am even more of a TOP GUN. With my wing-man alive by my side, we are unstoppable.
Side note watch the drummer play it live, he hits the bottom of his cymbal every time. Fucking Hilarious. Favorite track: Heavy Lunch.
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released April 14, 2017

All songs written and performed by DEEP STATE.
Recorded and mixed by DREW VANDENBERG.
Mastered by JOEL HATSTAT.

Special thank you's are reserved for FRIENDSHIP FEVER and YOU.

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Track Name: No Idea pt. II
Confound yourself
Confound yourself with wonder
Confound yourself with what is happening

Is it a fact?
Isn't a fact more intriguing?
Isn't a fact gonna remain unchanged?

Out then in
Guilty by appropriation
Out then in
Guilty by approximation

You were not born
You were not born in the wrong era
You were not born as funny as you think you are

Didn't you realize?
Didn't you realize yourself?
The moment you realized.
The moment you realized others?

Out then in
Beds are for bedlam
Out then in
Rooms are for rumination

We are getting in the way
We are getting in the way of ourselves
Track Name: Mountains
Chocolate eyes and green thumbs
Remembering a blank day
Creative culture, alone together
Everybody will misspell our names

You told me the mountains were our beacons
Do we ever set parameters for the weekend?

Bad lies and worse luck
Feeling noises in our hair
Cite the presses, take your dope boy
You'll fight anybody to get this

Phone booth and promethazine
You made me laugh with ice cream
The party's over, small talk's done
We live just right down the street
Track Name: Death Waltz
The third eye is a sordid eye
You are freaking out and so am I
Let's turn our heads to brown whiskey

Felled like a tree, born recycled
Turn horizontal into vertical
String together all attractive sounds

I'm sorry for the old times
and all the wasted lines
Tomorrow will be old times anew

The power goes out in my room
The lights are off but someone's home
Yet the dryer keeps on humming humming

I think it's gotta be a death waltz
Or this feeling is completely false
We were born of earth's torments
Track Name: Thought Garden
You thought you were the same
but you're not.
Track Name: Heavy Lunch
Heavy lunch is a travesty
It speaks to me such sweet little mutterings:
"Where are you going? Haven't you got there yet?"

Rough carving on the bathroom stall
stinks of alcohol poured tall to breed a call:
"Where have you been? Why are you leaving?"

"I don't really know. I don't really know.
I don't really know you anymore."

Sing me a dirge!

Fist pounding on the window pane
It sends my brain into rhapsodies insane:
"What is the date today? When do I have work?"

Stuttering to all my friends
I contend a distended view on how this ends:
"Where are you going? Haven't you got there yet?"

"I don't really know. I don't really know.
I don't really know me anymore."

Sing me a dirge!
Track Name: Nothing Speaking
Nothing speaking but the wisdom that we found each other in
Nothing blinking but the analog clock alarming off your skin
My thoughts combed
Nothing's shown up for years

Nothing speaking but the wisdom that we found each other in
All the impressed patterns on your leg from the chair you've been sitting in
My thoughts combed
Nothing's shown up for years

Nothing speaking
Track Name: Infinitesimals
Take a look for yourself and see that that bed was made once
Recycled rhythms in the practice space
Does it compromise your fun?
Infinitesimals

Do you staple up your arm a bunch when you're feeling real bored?
Would you cancel dad's credit card on new year's in the cold?
Infinitesimals

Time is one long year
I'll have another beer
So I can forget the whole damn scope of the universe
Infinitesimals
Track Name: Idiot Waster
Are you afraid to walk home at night?
Have you ever had the sleep plucked from your eyes?
A sputter street car is not what I are

They ogle up and down your legs
Everybody's sucking at the same old dregs
No radiance, no sign of life

You can hitch a ride with an idiot waster
Bullet-hole stickers on the side of his blazer
Hop on in for the last time

Try to single out evil will
Looking for an egg in a glass of milk
He sliced a throat and left a nice note

Are you afraid to walk home at night?
Have you ever had the sleep plucked from your eyes?
A sputter street car is not what I are
Track Name: Eight
If time is an eight on its side, are you suggesting it's even?
If the world's so great then you die
Tell me, what could be the reason?

We're rotting out from the inside
What's the point of a good lie?

I knew there would come a time for a bit of delusion
Messed up, worn-deep, out of line
Gotta find my solution

Don't bury me
Dig me up
Track Name: Urn
Seen you walking around
Seen your head made of stone
Separated by windows
I've got nowhere to go

Still got a few friends
Some of them stick around
I don't know where they've been because
My head's stuck in the ground

Sometimes all I hear is the blood inside of my own head

It's a new dawn
Swallows everyone
Situational occupants and
Hypothetical fun

Seen you walking around
Seen your head made of stone
Separated by windows
I've got nowhere to go