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Me From Space

by Me From Space

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Chris Sandoval
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Chris Sandoval What a trip! The attention to detail on this record is insane; creating vast soundscapes you'll traverse through. Always loved his lyrics and he knocks it out the dang park on this latest release as well! So sick! Thank you for the tunes! Favorite track: Mary + I.
Robert Campbell
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Robert Campbell It’s deep. I love it, need I say more. The beauty and depth of the lyrics touch my soul. One of the few spots of joy in this pandemic ridden world of 2020-2021. This is beautiful genius Favorite track: Mothership.
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1.
Code Red 06:36
Are you powerful? What’s your spirit animal? It’s hide and seek so run and hide Oh you’re that sneaky sneaky kind Apocalyptic signal, it’s practically my ringtone Who’s got the guts to see it through Well I do Lights out, code red Sun’s out, you’re going to bed Cops out, code red Guns out, they’re gonna arrest ya Lights out, code red Sun’s out, you’re going to bed Comes out golden red Guns out, you’re under arrest Are you thirsty thirsty? I fell in love the day you cursed me You shouldn’t take it personally Happy anniversary Take a tincture Or would you like a dirty picture? A thousand person pile up And I kill everything I fuck, wassup? Camden’s sick, oh my my my my Need Cambell’s soup cuz Camden’s sick, oh my (If it’s alright I’ll follow you home)
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Agent 0 0 0 03:42
In a vodka dream, there’s a storm coming Weed or marijuana sleep, there’s a storm breeding Got holy water energy drink through the hose for me Even when I wanna be, on the colony, there’s a home for me Oh I know, I know, I know it (Agent Zero zero, zero) He keeps talking to me Even when I fall asleep, when I fall asleep He keeps talking to me Hold on to the mystery with an open hand Delete all my history, I’m a family man In rainbow English you can fake it Like an ancient language secret agent
3.
The master of noise, oh what’d you to to me Attack Illinois, the past is after me So paranoid, I never used to be Well God only knows, what you did to me Attack of the fast food, catch your enemy What passes for noise, does not make sense to me It’s all that I can see, it makes me Hollow This migraine creepin and it beats all day Life’s kickin like a conspiracy What’s in the briefcase is it medicine Cocaine mountain and I’ll sleep all day Lights, hidden underneath my bed What’s in the briefcase is it medicine Now tell me how it smells, I’ll teach you how to breath Now what kind mammal are you, same damn kind as me As hard as rubix cube, as easy to erase The time we spend alone, the progress we have made A black and white cartoon, takes over my TV The characters are blonde, very Boho chic And if it’s not a dream, I guess that I’m awake A pornographic mind, I don’t forget a face
4.
Mothership 04:40
Hey, wanna stay with me tonight Open book, I’ll read you now Me from space, you from ground Mothership, beam me down Game, wanna play with me tonight I awoke from dreams of you now You from Earth and me from cloud Mothership, keep me alive You and me Lies, we’ll fetishize our love, you and me Night lives lie, to you and me Lies, we’ll fetishize it, just you and me Night lies Pain, puncturing through me tonight Just enough to freak you out Monsters dress like people now Mothership, keep me alive
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Homies 03:48
He was, La, la, Homie Top of the hill looks a lot like the bottom Scrubbing DNA from the back of his fingernails And here we can do whatever we want And 7 minutes can feel like forever when I feel alone And I can’t, and it’s written across the back of my hand And it’s pointless and I can’t find my voice And it the confines of where I hide It’s easy to hate it cuz I don’t know it, instead I feel it like Bum fried rice, homie And it’s cum fondante, homie He wants, bum fried rice, homie Well God try and find us, homie Bouncin’ off the walls, like I was avoiding it all Like a jail that would run itself I never had a friend like an imaginary friend And if I had one then it was him And it was you and it was me There’s too many faces that I can’t see The swan song to the Mall of America And nothing made you smile like the sounds of hysteria That floods in when I mention dysfunction We’ll listen to the feng shui
6.
Macaroni pictures hanging on my refrigerator I saw the face of God come out of the elevator Sucker punch, I’ll see ya later And peace out alligator He decomposed my body And I repeated it all again Macaroni pictures hanging on my refrigerator I saw my favorite ex come out of the elevator Suck and fuck and see ya later And peace out alligator Until we meet next time and I repeated it all again Monday - almost fell asleep On Tuesday - with my family Then Wednesday - did some ketamine On Thursday - fucking proud of me On Friday - with some Nicotine Then Saturday and Sunday I’m on my feet Singing 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 - Hocus Pocus You’re In Heaven Macaroni pictures hanging on my refrigerator I copped some from my man coming up the elevator Huff and puff and see ya neighbor I woke up 2 days later I’d shot up in the lobby And I repeated it all again For my next trick let’s get super and I will attempt to predict the future Show you where the Kennedy’s went, atomic energy embassy men I can meet you when you get paid, the end of the week or the end of the day And we’ll follow the money straight to 9-11 Hocus pocus you’re in heaven And I’ll give you 10% if you help cover up my impotence Don’t tell noone what the government did, I’m starting to sound like an immigrant kid And I’ll show you where they hide, a pinata with organs inside And it feels like 1997 Hocus pocus you’re in heaven
7.
Mary + I 05:20
Wild smile, I’ve been keeping secrets for awhile now It’s The Major Arcana There’s a thousand dead bodies floating down the Susquehanna, baby The beast transforms But I will keep your body sweet and warm Do you sell it by the slice? And can you do the catering to child sacrifice? Cuz what we gonna do when the bodies come to life? What are we gonna do when the bodies come to life? We’ll take them out all over again And sell them black market, Nigerian prince Flesh or friend, alone or together I've eaten fur and feather But I think that vegan leather’s better White night, we go to the hill A nervous population, an infinite meal Celebrity fake shit or chemical spill This city is the basement of space and it’s wasted I’ll keep you sweet and warm But I’ll keep you sweet and warm Lips white, secrets by, Mary & I posing naked High tide, witnessed by, Mary & I posing naked Life sized, mischief night, Mary & I posing naked I’ve my, secrets too, Mary & I posing nude A phone pole, throw your sneakers An extra chromosome, a human boy with human features And the bones are evidence of common creatures That all meet over my body, shhhh secret Moses, I ’m feeling kind of real Got half a mind to flood the world to see if it’s worth the kill White flag, red flag, I declare war The end of human form, you’ll be born again sweet and warm
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Sneaking by the doorman, pills for the pest control Me and my informant, did drugs down in Mexico Welcome everybody to the festival, arm yourself with rotten fruits and vegetables Sing, sing, sing, I’m a musical being A machine, a machine, a mechanical thing It’s your face, It’s your skin, Interracial Alien It’s your race, no, it’s your skin, Interracial Alien Everybody’s moaning, like a metronome Me and my informant, are drunk down in mexico I was talking Spanish in the grocery store A language I had never known or spoke or before People say such familiar things when you’re the first to arrive and the last to leave
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Spoken like a memory, I remember everything I think about it everyday, and slowly watch it slip away It’s highly intellectual, and suddenly bisexual Between the earth and the sky, living like I’ll never die You and me eternally roam So I can see you’re not alone You can be eternally home So I can see you’re not alone Whether it’s here or in a million years, it’s clear That I’ll feel like I don’t matter Whether it’s here or in a million years I’ll still feel like I don’t matter Hold me tight, hold me close, hold me like the holy ghost Super fan, super host, Uber’s gonna take me home Need to go, need to sleep, need to find some inner peace I think I heard my car pull up outside, beep beep, that’s it for me Hold my hand, try and stop me, beeping like a walkie talkie Old Scratch or Old Milwoulkee, touch yourself the lord is watching I am and I will, are you coming over still? Fortune teller what you selling? She’s a witch and I’m telling

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All Music and Lyrics by Nico Bank

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released April 7, 2020

Written and Recorded by Nico Bank

Cocaine Mountain, Homies and Mary + I
Engineering, Production Management and Drum Set by Scott Stitzer at Studio North Recording in Philadelphia, PA

Code Red, Agent 0 0 0, Mothership, Hocus Pocus You're In Heaven/Rapture 1997, Interracial Alien and 1,000,000 Years
Mixing, Mastering and Additional Engineering by Chef Guru

Mastered by Chef Guru

Artwork by Mel Gross

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