[ cari-diego-jess-tomas | recorded in a day in august 2008 by adam shell. austin,tx. | shhhh its a secret. @progress | mp3s ]

[a busy ant]
a busy ant gets by, by treating big things like they're not and being humble to a fault until he realizes the distance between him
and all the things he once knew well has grown ten times his size due to the menial things he's so focused upon.
the ant takes on anything he can get his sights on and don't think much about the strain it puts on his long term.
by the looks of it, it could be anything under which tired eyes might give so he sets hopes abroad, the hope the distance brings
the worst part is that he starts to look around and then to you.

[old money holds tight]
it seems like you'd be tired of losing face. by working all day and staying in it at night you'd never have to see how at sunset
the trash becomes prized by carton kids who are you and me, just can't find a job that don't exist. old money holds tight to everything

[a pink party]
a pink party started and i thought you danced well so i came to meet you and said i liked your sound. i fell into you real fast as we walked out
but all the distance we hurried fell from me
your digital prose hurt so bad that i called you, but i got an echo that said you could not be found. all my headaches

[new threats]
I see two sides and out of mind comes a grey that's real unnerving. I know in time I'll claim they're the same, a sad thought to make me worry.
Just work, think work, live work, no work means that you're not here. We work for work, all work adds work, that grey still seems unclear. We're coming in. We're coming in.
I take two lines. A slight of a hand grabs me quick and says I'm guilty. He's in my spine, a chance so innate, the illusion cracks my eyes.