Shooting At The Big Bang Seams

by Manganista

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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
Copyright 2016 Quasi Recordings

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Track Name: Five Weeks
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…
Track Name: Reality Land
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
Track Name: Radio Jacket
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
Track Name: Tipping Point
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
Track Name: Only Passing Through
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
Track Name: Old Grey
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
Track Name: Laser Beams
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…
Track Name: Dream Catcher
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”
Track Name: Bellowing The Blather
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
Track Name: No Hovering
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

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