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Playing the Part

by Supporting Actress

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Shipwreck 03:21
I turned into a diver. I know what I did. I lied to the captain of the ship. Breathing was impossible, seeing was a dream. I failed to believe. Time will tell. Don’t set me on fire. I’m sinking. I’m falling to the edge of the earth. I’m sinking. I’ve fallen off the edge of the earth. Time will tell.
In the center of this system there’s a library. With books and names, books and games. Check out that record. It tells the truth. It tells the hundred percent. 1 • 6 • 8. In the center of his library there’s a map. Abstract paintings, printed abstracts. California, the state of the west. 1 • 6 • 8. It’s not brass. It’s not silver. It’s not slate. It’s pure gold.
Hollywood and Mardi Gras, money the dirtiest thing I know. Hollywood here I am. Feeling lost on the screen I am. She practices her script but she forgets how to talk. Take 4. Take 3. Take 2. Take 1. Everybody wants to be famous. Everybody wants to be seen until they’re famous.
I am a hang glider and I play the part. Staring down, looking down at you. I’ll sue the wind for burning my face burnt. Over here we cherish the summer breeze. I’ll give you a reason to strap on a harness. Plead for good wind. Jump. I look at the sky. I think of the night. I think of you. Gone. Shot. Explode. My voice is like badges. I was a hang glider I played the part. I stared down. I looked down on you. Now I’m a tongue twister sticky with words. Seeking out the truth of it all.
Ashkum 04:31
Runway, run away. Expressway, expense paid. She smells like bubble gum and she feels like sand. You give her a kiss and she gives you a nickel. She gives you a kiss and you give her a dime. You give her a kiss and she gives you a nickel. She gives you a kiss and she starts to cry. She cries. She cried. Given to the people who pay. Paid by the people who cry. Her underbelly has become his eyes and his eyes are only skin deep. She cried for a friend, a savior, and love. His satisfaction exists in her fragile body. He’s got all the money in the world.
WTTW 02:44
The curtains that adorn the window to the world can not be closed.
Planes in the sky and I’m their shadow. Planes in the sky and I’m here. (Jet) Planes in the sky. Sitting on the edge of a cliff in the spring near the sun. You can make an airplane but you can’t make me.
Cat screams from the porch. Honey would you get some milk. The meaning of meow. An attempt to care. The bicycles are riding slow but the pedals are moving fast. Like running all night. Search but still hungry. Dogs chainged to a post. Get a glimps of his life. Chain a rope to your neck tie. Act like you're roaming free. The pistol theif has got his gun. You sacrifice the slaugher house. Shot for pure game. Speechless have no souls.
My girlfriends think I’m lost. I keep asking for direction. My boyfriends don’t know me. I keep lying for attention. Love 40, my loss. We’re always playing games. My serve, it’s deuce. Cats. I turn my back and you’re looking at the sky. Our minds don’t match. Well, I’m attracted to trouble.
Don’t send a letter without a stamp. I wouldn’t say hello without a smile. Cigarettes in hospitals, my lungs are yours. Centuries of sin are added to mine. We share the air. Don’t send a letter without a stamp. I wouldn’t say good-bye without hello. Smoke stacks near forestry - fuel for the doves. This is the system. This is the faith. This is my house. This is the letter.
Hang Glider 04:35
She’s got a disease, she’s a walking disease. You want her so bad so bad so she’ll give it to you. She pours on perfume, she’s a walking bottle of perfume. She pours on perfume to tell you that she’s around. If I had a boy I’d name him Sonyada because I like the name Sonyada. If I had a girl I’d name her Melody because come on come on sing with me. She doesn’t know who I am. So you’ve got your directions for how things should be the ingredients for space, time, and energy. Inventions made of fabric tying the first worlds together pulling the third worlds apart. Hands locked to a row bar, attached to a wing. You glide in your direction and I’ll glide in mine. We either glide together or strive to convince each other. We’ve got our tracks and signals - our dos and our don’ts. Prophesies from astronomy - facts and figures. Unmeasured measuring devices. We can choose the finite these material things but I’m looking in the long run and it’s like doing handstands. While holding your breath counting to one million to get everything right.


released July 31, 2017

Aaron McCann - drums
Neil Sandler - bass
Steven T. Zydek - guitar, vocals, organ

Recorded May 1997
Diode Recording Studio, Chicago, IL
Engineered by Kevin J. Frank
Mixed by Kevin & Supporting Actress

Remastered April 2017
Blam Recording, Chicago, IL
Engineered by Sean Morrison


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