Stealing Things From Off The Racks
Released November 15 2025
This record has a lot to do with the state of the world these days. As fun as that sounds.
These Machines
These machines will think for you.
Go back to bed.
I am Sleeping / Leaping
I am Walking / Talking
I am Sitting / Knitting
I am Standing / Commanding
I am Crawling / Brawling
I am Dancing / Dancing
I am Stopping
I am Sliding / Hiding
I am Flying / Crying
I am Falling / Calling
I am Lifting / Drifting
I am Swinging / Flinging
I am Twirling / Whirling
I am Shaking / Quaking
I am Blinking / Thinking
I am Snoring / Roaring
I am Freezing / Sneezing
I am Tapping / Clapping
I am Grinning / Spinning
I am Screaming / Dreaming
I am Stopping
Clamp Down Cupboard
Standing on this pile of stairs
Thinking I’m going up
They rip out hearts and dreams
And won’t give up these guns
Traumatize the children again
And feed them full of fear
And tell them that the things they feel
Are lies and broken glass
Sleeping in this cupboard again
Instead of going out
I’m finished with most everything
I can not get words out
I see as much as I can bear
And close my eyes for hours
And wish it would just go away
And give me back my power
Does the energy go anywhere?
These movies and pictures and words?
Does the energy go anywhere?
Reality is so absurd.
Vampire Bottles
Forty days ago she left
To go back home into this dream
Taking care of people there
And patching up the missing things
She has a bottle full of dirt
She has a bottle full of cream
She has a bottle full of you
She has a bottle full of me.
Keeping off the neighbours lawn
And keeping out of the neighbours dreams
Is turning into a full time job
And nothing in this house is clean.
The bottle floats across the sea
And was eaten up by vampire fish
And swallowed up by vampire mouths
Eating from this vampire dish
The ropes were tight around this body
The waves were hot and in my eyes
I searched the beaches for this bottle
Outside of the skies.
The Shape of Trees
I walked home on a friday night
In the middle of the road
And i saw to my left and right
The trees that no one knows
They pull on masks and fantastic shapes
And beat my senses down
They forget the things I want to make
And throw me to the ground.
I crawl beneath the street that night
And swim through all the dirt
I think if I am am better off
Than when I am alert
I bang my head against this world
And nothing makes a change
And hate and fear and money making
Pretends to be a bed
I grow up sad and feed someone
And do all that i can
I purchased something from this town
It’s supposed to stop this death
The shapes of trees before the dawn
Will tell me where i should be
Under the road with dinosaurs
Or feeding you to me.
The House of Dreams
By Sara Teasdale
I built a little House of Dreams,
And fenced it all around,
But still I heard the Wind of Truth
That roared without.
I laid a fire of Memories
And sat before the glow,
But through the cracks and around the door
The wind would always blow.
I left the House, for all the night
I heard the Wind of Truth;
I followed where it seemed to lead
Through all my forgotten youth.
But when I sought the House of Dreams,
To creep within and die,
The Wind of Truth had leveled it,
And completely passed it by.
Small Steps Big Shoes
I gained a split in my thumb
By watching these things play out
I fell down and said my name
When all these people guessed the number
I send a package to a nowhere place
I filled it full of words and guts
And lots of bits of lots of people
That lots of times i thought i lost
The weather tells me where you’ll be
And talks to me when I am sleeping
It pushes you away forever
Because of all the secrets I am keeping
Small steps and big shoes
Taking the groceries in the house
And vinyl floors with secret messages
But only for the controller mouse
He painted up this house last night
Pink on pink on pink on black
But no one seems to care no more
And no ones ever coming back.
Time of Tables
The sidewalk is wet with something i needed
Filtering through a discussion of people
And time doesn’t mean what i thought it should mean
I can’t feel myself at this table
I wait till i’m raw with the things that we saw
And the saturdays down where we find them
A night time game where we can’t find our selves
Is a night where we forgot how to be selfish
He broke down this book with a hammer and spit
And they never even tried to stop him
I guessed your age when i worked at the mall
And i ran through the trees in the school yard
I can’t understand why things keep falling apart
When i bought so much glue to contain them
And dying inside me my liver can’t sing
He bought me a bowl full of indecision
In the end of it all I keep hearing you
Saying things that might be misunderstood
When all we can hope for is to stop this place
And a clean idea of what we should be.
Terrible Sound
Conversations in the back of this house
Where neither of us is even around
Flying things inside my mind
And making the world most terrible sound
Becoming the thing I always wanted
And becoming something that’s always haunted
And my body is a ghost town love song
Full of all the photos I scratched up
The decorations that fill this room
Are stories made up this place
And if I never see you again
I will take your secrets to the grave
I hoped that we could find this street
Where the stores all had old dirt floors
The shelves were stocked six years ago
With toys and drinks and secret doors
None of us had the money then
To buy the things we always dreamed of
And stealing things from off the racks
Could save us from the memories
Something Dead
People living in this light
Cleaning out the fire
From the burning parts
I feel like he is gone
She looked into this head
And pulled out all the dead
And sang about the hope
And this is all she said
The coat she wore was made of memory
And sitting down i could see it’s clear
I didn’t feel like i could help someone
Who needed to avoid the things that i fear
A wooden metal project
Was put on hold
To understand the difference
Between the people involved
And no one understood
how to wrap these wounds
And stop all the things
That were happening too soon
He’s dead and so is she
There’s something dead on the street
I park this car and turn off lights
And pretend I never saw this night
She fixed the clock that never broke
And he can’t stop believing the picture book
Is there nothing that we can do
To make this thing easy for you
Stepping on Toes
Slipping down the vents
Into a place i never hated
Living out my favourite play
And backing up into a stranger
Holding my breath
And feeling my teeth
And wishing i was here
And wishing i wasn’t
Stopping just in time
Before the sky falls down
And drips upon my skull
With all today’s news
And he needs so much
More than all the rest
He can’t give up his share
Because it’s what we learn
And it just close my eyes
And back up going backwards
And feel what’s in the air
And hold on to this moment
Buried Love
By Sara Teasdale with Blaise Kolodychuk
I have come to bury Love
Beneath a reason tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where no one at all can see.
I shall put no flowers at his head,
No stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was only human meat.
I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of all this joy
That my hands can barely hold.
I shall stay all day in the cellar
Where the wide winds blow,
But I shall cry at every night
When none will ever know.
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