Shooting At The Big Bang Seams

by Manganista

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1.
Five Weeks 04:15
You told me to hang on for just one moment I thought you knew me by now I’m always looking for a reason for you to bring us down But this time we stuck to a silent treatment With such a deafening sound It’s speaking volumes and you wonder where our trust went Maybe when she gets back into town We’ll both just laugh at how we treat ourselves Five weeks in and she’s not backing down Can you remember when we used to fit into a pattern? Like giant rings that circle Saturn Now we’re starring each other down But she won’t blink and I cringe at what she thinks… Of me now that we’re five weeks in Melissa, I’m a fool for you but I can’t let you win Tomorrow, it’s right back to California The place you used to call home But now your Christmas cards are landing in North Carolina And I’m waiting right by this telephone Until you show me your hand I will remain; I will continue to take this hopeless stand If you’re losing interest tell me now So I can start to get on with my life Five weeks in and no one’s backing down Can you remember when... My friends tell me to take the higher ground It’s been five weeks; what am I supposed to say? I’ve come this far so I’m not backing down But I still remember when we…
2.
Reality Land 04:13
When i’m tired of playing my staring role When i’m beat up and defeated and in the hole Someone else’s problems help my small life feel full Just a little saner and less disfunctional My drug of choice is misfortune Teenage drama and canned laughs Because everything is good and bad by How i stack up in the contrast I’m not too proud, i’m a slave to my tv Sometimes i like something else thinking for me I spend enough time in my reality Why not someone else’s for a change of scenery? Watching through the cameras incognito I can pump up my deflated ego Thinking up a new scenario I might win in my reality show I can see the headlines now Oh, how my would be proud No more problems to fight They’d all come out of the woodwork Probably think i’m a jerk While we shook those hands
3.
Radio Jacket 04:29
Safely, tucked in bed are the babies The three year old’s busy playing Their mommy will soon have a meeting Waiting, the boy who’s just over three Wonders what’s under the tree He hopes it’s an M & M machine Knock, knock, there’s someone at the door She’s holding presents for the three boys inside She’s been here two maybe three times before But now it seems like she’s been here the whole time; the months just flew by Auntie Chelle brought a flashback from the 80’s On Christmas day A radio jacket to match his Velcro laced Spicolis She must really know me The English Beat 3T is the icing On top of the cake He’s ghetto blastin’, everlastin’, so relaxed in a two-tone new wave shade Trusting can’t be taken too lightly With the one that watches your babies It’s a big responsibility Lately, the news is spreading a spell About a girl we thought we knew well But at least it’s not our Auntie Chelle He shakes the box she gave to him And tears it open to find out what’s inside A light blue jacket with some dark blue trim Showered in symbols from a simpler time that used to be mine But once upon a time there was another girl named Brea Where has she gone the boy said New Year’s Day Well mommy sighed and said she moved away We don’t know if she will return Because the people say she’s done some awful things that we can’t speak of because you’re too young to learn These grown up things should not be your concern Safely, tucked in bed are the babies The three year old’s busy playing While mommy returns from her meeting Ring, ring, I don’t know what to do Don’t want to say the wrong thing step on my tongue I think she’s coming to my rescue I think she’s finally helped me finish this song; it's time to move on
4.
Late at night when the world is dreaming I’m wide awake and contemplating Waiting for a tipping point A sign that all these seeds are taking My eyes are open but I can’t see Because i’m in my mind taking inventory Diagrams and thought out plans Have mapped the course to fame and glory A nightly specter, a mind infector Wasting time like I’ll live forever Give in to the tipping point I can see it now, hear the voices sing We’re waiting for a tipping point When the dominos start falling down We’re all waiting for a turning point That will see us through to the higher ground Closing in as it dissipates Gone and laughs right in front of my face Starting over and taking stock I’m sifting through to the ticking tock Then I catch a new tiny spark That grabs a hold of my mind and heart Spinning round I’m taken by the hand And delivered through to the promised land Late at night when the world is dreaming I’m in my mind where the plans are running Tipping point, I look to you to give me reasons why Tipping point, I’ll always love you until the day i die
5.
Spirits passing through a physical world Is what the menu was serving up today Two parts hope with a hefty dose of fear Won’t help me cope or help to siphon out the tears I’ll send a message across this tiny turning ball of blue The world is not the same place that I once knew Pick me up on the radar; I am only passing through A long goodbye, a string of nice to know you’s The faith preaching man reached his god reaching hands to heaven He said just believe and the spirit will be saved When he got home from righting wrongs and selling seats to great beyonds He wondered if there were even seats or such a place I’ll send a message across this tiny turning ball of blue The world is not the same place that I once knew Pick me up on the radar, I am only passing through A long goodbye, a string of nice to know you’s Come and take me down to water’s edge Say the magic words and dunk my tired misguided head Bring the promises, bring the guarantees Clean the “watcha see is whatcha get” right out of me Now let’s rally round and send good wishes in Try to put ourselves where someone else’s feet have been Trust the boss and his sacrificial right hand man Know exactly what they’re doing in some master plan But hard facts and reason are holding on with the craziest glue That’s truth in my good book I’m only passing through Are you like me and broken too? I’ll send a message across this tiny turning ball of blue The world is not the same place that I once knew Just a blip on the radar, I am only passing through A long goodbye, I’m glad I got to know you
6.
Old Grey 02:26
We grow up to be grownups too soon Then make up ways to relieve our youth Old Grey, tired and blue, how I’ve walked in your shoes You were right when you smiled and said if I only knew One more year gone as soon as it’s here Birthday cheer feeding our tears for fears Old grey, tired and blue, am I moving too fast? This passing déjà vu I’ve tried clinging to never lasts Old grey, tired and blue, give the cycle its due From womb to the tomb you will always be tried and true
7.
Laser Beams 04:26
Laser beams in my dreams Space busting at the seams How did it happen to be? Adam and Eve or glorified monkeys Show me a god that’s guaranteed Just sandbaggin' along and singin’ this song About the grind of humanity Can you hear me? It’s Mr. Nobody A passing radio frequency Gonna lift myself up Send a signal from this pale blue dot Gonna slam my eyes shut And shoot through the seams With laser beams inside my dreams I am Mr. Nobody, no way, no how a somebody How did it happen to me? Every year I grow a little smaller And blend in with scenery Just here tumblin’ around some road in my hometown Torn up, top heavy and tipsy Starring down some other galaxy Wondering if they’re starring back at me Gonna lift myself up Send a signal from this pale blue dot Gonna slam my eyes shut And shoot through the seams Dreaming of a galaxy on the edge of nowhere I am Mr. Nobody on a wing and a prayer Dreaming of a galaxy on the edge of nowhere Shooting at the Big bang seams, I can see the stitches starting to tear With laser beams inside my dreams…
8.
Dream catcher, hanging from the edge of my mirror Dream catcher, will you make the monsters disappear? My father gave me a gift that i never wanted Night terrors, handed down to me in a dream that’s haunted Nights are falling faster Having trouble shaking all this gloom and doom I’m a walking disaster Nothing but an empty tank of drops and fumes I’m only five years old Haven’t lived enough to have my life unfold Dream catcher, what inside of me are the monsters after? Give me what i need Ring around the spider web, plant your seed Slide on down the feathered thread Kiss my sleepy head Dream catcher, hanging from my mirror, they say keep you near to scare them away Dream catcher, my nights are filled with terror, it’s a deadly fear that i cannot explain Help me fight, dream catcher, together we’ll face the demons i can’t shake when i go to this place Say goodnight, dream catcher, whenever i crash, tell me why my dreams are too scary to catch Starring through the window You were hanging from a rack on the top row sparkling in the Arizona sun glow You picked me up when i was at my lowest low So the story said, “hang it like a beacon by a sleepy head” “Faithful leaps beneath these wings will end in pleasant dreams”
9.
Down under the muck There’s something in my gut That thing that keeps me movin’ That thing that keeps me stuck Under it all A place I like to call On when the garbage piles up Too many and too tall, I wonder… Why I even bother To play this here guitar But then sometimes I ponder Who, what, why, when we are Back to the grind Intrinsically divine If monkey’s on my mind won’t quit I’ll make up shit and sing Sing out your pain to me Gently, we’re heading down the stream Hear the demons bellowing Remember, life is but a dream
10.
No Hovering 05:36
I walked down to the parking structure The end was close at hand As I searched patiently my car was now in site The next ten minutes would provide me With something I would not understand But that something would change my life A sign jumped out; it looked at me I stared it down and made up my own deduction Of some illustrated rule Some men claim to walk on water But this man floats on top of his motorcycle And I’m guessing that’s not cool No hovering above motorcycles That’s what the sign said to me You can call me sarcastic But I just don’t get it Now tell me what in the world does it mean? I ran that concept back through my head And thought to myself that maybe instead The crux is nothing more, it was in fact... There’s no walking, there’s no riding Or there’s no way you’ll be surviving But that man kept his floating well intact So I took a look around and grabbed some friends of mine; I dragged them down Delivering the news I cracked a smile and bragged of what I’d found They said you can’t be taking warning signs like this too lightly I said it’s just a joke, what’s wrong with you, you must be crazy My sanity is kept by welcoming absurdity You can’t take that away from me I left the scene; I wiped my mind clean I jotted down four words that captured The feeling that to this day sets me free Some men walk with no denial But this man chooses to float on his motorcycle And that’s more than fine by me

about

Recorded in bathrooms, bedrooms, vacant houses, a church sanctuary and Jason’s make-shift studio over the course of 8 long years. Shooting At The Big Bang Seams brings you 10 brand new Manganista tunes about space, dreams, ego, reality television, and more. Fire up your laser beams and get ready for the latest Manga adventure!

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released August 15, 2016

Written and performed by Manganista
Recorded and produced by Matt Rhea and Jason Thomas
Mixed by Lance LaFave
Mastered by Adam Boose
Artwork by David Russell Talbott
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