The Art State

by Eric Taxxon

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Peter Orlovsky
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Peter Orlovsky I feel it, man Favorite track: The Time We Have.
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grumpygarlic Experimental, occasionally self-destructive and immensely fun to listen to!
Great Album, helped to wrestle with my grief and self-doubt, especially The Time We Have and Head.
Rockafella is, currently, my prime motivator to go and do stuff. Favorite track: Sovereign Citizen of the Arts.
psyloarchy
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psyloarchy claiming that this's a good album says the least. the perky electronic production really adds a charming personality that makes this album. The lyrical content is also top notch; Head, The Time We Have and Nowhere are perticulary potant. Only objection to this album is the inclusion of Chinese Banshee; I like Banshee, but it should be in a different album.

I give it a mid high 7/10 for pretty damn cool. Favorite track: Rockafella.
nollimet
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nollimet oh MAN i just love the weirdness of this one. outside the box while being something fun to listen to all the way through Favorite track: Chinese Banshee.
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The inexplicable rage of an artist. Wash hands after listening.

Youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMNdD5moRX8

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released November 5, 2017

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Eric Taxxon Santa Cruz, California

Hi, I'm Eric S. Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my tunes are free to use for personal projects, with credit.

Follow me on Twitter: twitter.com/EricTaxxon

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Track Name: Head
Come in!

Take a seat, give me a spin
I know we’ll have some fun tonight
Maybe you’ll find your time well spent
Maybe I’ll die when I leave your mind.

Come in, I just can’t wait to share me with you
I’ll show you all my blood, sweat, tears, shit and bile
Maybe I’ll always stay all right inside you
Maybe you’ll throw me out when we’re out of time

Get your head in the game
Get your feet in the mine
Get your teeth in time to get rowdy

Get your head in the game
Get your feet online
Get your head in the mind to get rowdy

Come in, get ready, I’m about to let loose
All the artistic things like poison in my mind
Maybe, I’ll leave my mark while I’m alive
But it’s more certain I’ll just disappear

Come in, I’m an artist off the hook
You’ll have a good time with my open book, I’m sure
All this, just to show you what you’ve missed
When you’re not hearing me.

Get your head in the game
Get your feet in the mine
Get your teeth in time to get rowdy

Get your head in the game
Get your feet online
Get your head in the mind to get rowdy
Track Name: Sovereign Citizen of the Arts
Are you feeling a bit drunk mister, enough to dance
Can you take a minute to consider, it’s full of ants
I can show you my clipper card
If I want to, but there’s no legal need to
Can you take a look at where we are
You don’t have to, but I want you to.

If you look at all the time passed mister, they’re talking trash
All they wanna do is tear up wishers and make them crack
I can show you my clipper card
If I want to, but there’s no legal need to
Can you take a look at where we are
You don’t have to, but I want you to.

You’re growing fast kid, the days pass kid.
Each winter is warmer than the last kid.
Y’all tapes are wearing out trash kid.
It’s all mad shit, it’s all mad shit.

You’re growing fast kid, the days pass kid.
Each winter is warmer than the last kid.
We’re keeping the music in fash kid
It’s all mad shit

We stay woke but we don’t know shit
We stay woke but we don’t know shit

You’ll go broke just trying to fix it.
You’ll go broke just trying to fix it.

We stay woke but we don’t know shit
We stay woke but we don’t know shit

That’s the way it is in the business
That’s the way it is in the business
Track Name: Chinese Banshee
Unabort the abortee, kick ‘em outta new york if you’re feeling sporty
This Chinese Banshee’s tryna fuck, hands up if you wanna get nasty.
Due report, short circuit in the pork roll. Your fort is full of assholes
Tell my girls that, you know, we’re mad, we’re bad, and we’re gonna get fancy.

Exercise my right to a pamphlet told it onto on me own owned handset
Met a bitch oh on a dough a dough mo’ rocks in the head than a tram on transit
Refract in a smash hit, you know that’s it. We’re fucking it all up like Hamlet
Shit, just got another dick pic, in the trash, don’t get up in my biznitch.

Oh my oh me, you see we’re peaking at 9 db!
That’s right mon amie, my referee, it’s the only way if you had to ask me
But surely, in this industry, one shouldn’t make way in the track so rashly
That’s the talk of a decrepit soul, don’t fret my dear when the art’s gone free

I’m sorry, but the old Eric can’t come to the phone right now. Why?
Who am I kidding.

Unabort the abortee, kick ‘em outta new york if you’re feeling sporty
This Chinese Banshee’s tryna fuck, hands up if you wanna get nasty.
Due report, short circuit in the pork roll. Your fort is full of assholes
Tell my girls that, you know, we’re mad, we’re bad, and we’re gonna get fancy.
Track Name: Rockafella
What do you want from me this evening’s running out
I’m looking to get out of this franchise in a flounce
Three minutes of heaven’s waiting in this tiny house
Oh honey I may have gone a bit too far and loud

I spent the the whole ‘a last tuesday listening to
The bass boosted Russian National Anthem on Youtube
Too soon? Annual favors of manual labor still
They all get out be-vapored, keep it vanilla flavored.

It’s a Smörgåsbord of sexual organs
The rich mimosa’s carefully sorted Piers Morgan
The Roland 808’s a fine daughter to scoreboard
I’ve had it up to here with these adorable deplorables.

When everything is said and done
I guess you could say I had fun
But you know the best is yet to come

You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
I got a tick you were sick, so write your mom a letter
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
Anything you could do, you bet your cock I’m better.

Sounds, samples, art’s galore
Cuz we both know music isn’t safe anymore (bitch)
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
If you go off too soon, you won’t return to sender.

What do you want from me, my feelings peter out
I’m looking to get all of my bearings pulled and tout
Hey honey I’ll make your year just hand over your pounds
Derision and sadness make a hard case to announce.

Just a minute, I might take another shoe
Say “Thank God” liberals, when you get the bullet too
Straight through the red uvula, reap the fuckers like Gucci
Sweet adzuki beans bitch, sweet and rich, rich and juicy.

Sue me, truly I’m a being of pure beef.
My favorite mode of genocide is interracial orgies
All my friends are decadent sluts, so don’t order me
I’m too good for that, just fucking leave.

Would you look at that.

When everything is said and done
I guess you could say I had fun
But you know the best is yet to come

You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
I got a tick you were sick, so write your mom a letter
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
Anything you could do, you bet your cock I’m better.

Sounds, samples, art’s galore
Cuz we both know music isn’t safe anymore (bitch)
You better watch yourself, you little rockafella
If you go off too soon, you won’t return to sender.
Track Name: The Time We Have
Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention,
The time we have is running out.

Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention,
The time we have is running out.

Sometimes I have to ask why the fuck I’m still doing this
Has this all been just for me or ‘cause I thought that Mark would like it?
Are the choices that aren’t for him just for my fat pretentious dick?
Is this what AJR was getting at? It doesn’t feel any different.

Look at me! That’s all this is, look at me!
Music’s a call for attention, that’s why I give it out for free.
Just hoping someone will give a damn to my tragedies
I’m squirting my shit all over the internet’s special branches of the tree

So what is it? If that was all I’m looking for,
Then why can’t I just kill my pride and go four on the floor?
All I do is cut off those I could connect to if I tried
But I stay here out of some misguided effort not to lie

Every artist says their work is for them and them only
But the best one on the planet wouldn’t make shit for nobody
And just as high and mighty as I pretend to be
I know I’m just as starved without an audience who prays to me

Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention,
The time we have is running out.

Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention,
The time we have is running out.

My inspiration’s tapped
But at least I know a guy who likes self-referential rap
Nine tracks were all I needed, just add another and wrap
This shit’s gone on for too long, at least this track’s last.

How can I say that it’s worth it?
I’ve dropped 19 albums but I still haven’t fucked Brady Corbet.
Everything that tells me not to Synecdoche New York it
Is failing like the flailing mind ready to abort it

‘Cause if I get the chance I’ll live a trillion goddamn years
‘Cause every year I die earlier is nine records you won’t hear
Does that sound narcissistic? That’s something to expect,
Because every time I’m not I’m a self loathing wreck.

But I can’t say that now we have that much hope left
I wish I’d gotten famous before I saw the fucking world end
I’m sorry I made you sit through my self-indulgent screed
Now take a seat right here ask me what the fuck it means.

Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention,
The time we have is running out.

Roadways inside my head
Did I forget to mention,
The time we have is running out.

State!
Track Name: Quick Vocoder Solo
The ship has sailed, talk to me tomorrow
Set my alarm at 2 PM.
It’s the end, I’m on for death row
Oh please don’t go.

I’m on my way
I’m set for resurrection
And my old body will remain
Talk to me tomorrow
Oh please don’t go.

Don’t let them see my face,
Don’t tell them I’m afraid of where I’m going.
Take me in your arms, oh.

Don’t let them see my face,
Don’t tell them I’m afraid of where I’m going.
Take me in your arms, oh.

The big 18
My first free trial is about to close
How can I call myself mature

I must believe
That everyone’s pretending
They’re all still kids that lived before
Please tell me everyone’s pretending
Please don’t go

Don’t let them see my face,
Don’t tell them I’m afraid of where I’m going.
Take me in your arms, oh.

Don’t let them see my face,
Don’t tell them I’m afraid of where I’m going.
Take me in your arms, oh.
Track Name: Nowhere
Who let this good man lose his way?
Does he know that we’re vacant today?
Don’t laze around now, offer him a chair and place to pay.
Well, you know what they say.

Three years I spent inside this deadly maze,
I’ll never,
I’ll never look back.
Three years just to forget how much I’ve made
I’ll never,
I’ll never look back.

Who let this good life go to waste?
Doesn’t he have enough on his plate?
Don’t laze around now, offer him a chair and a place to stay.
Well, you know what they say.

Three years I spent inside this deadly maze,
I’ll never,
I’ll never look back.
Three years just to forget the ones I’ve saved
I’ll never,
I’ll never look back.

Three years I spent inside this deadly maze,
I’ll never,
I’ll never look back.
Three years just to forget the mess I’ve made
I’ll never,
I’ll never look back.

Three years I spent inside this deadly maze,
I’ll never,
I’ll never look back.
Three years just to forget the mess I’ve made
I’ll never,
I’ll never look back.

I’ll never look back.
Track Name: Closeness
The end draws near
Let’s just sit here and wait
Come take a seat right here
Let’s drink our lives away
I guess that I could say I had a bit of fun with you
I bought a table for two
For two

When I close my eyes
I see everyone I’ve touched parading by my side
Oh I say
When I look inside
I feel a closeness that I’ve never felt before I tried

Do you see where music gets you
Exactly the same place
As everyone before you
Running the same race
I guess that I could say I found some meaning here with you
I bought a table for two
For two

When I close my eyes
I see everyone I’ve touched parading by my side
Oh I say
When I look inside
I feel a closeness that I’ve never felt before I tried

[keyboard solo]

Okay you take this one

[karaoke section, sing along]

O-okay that’s enough

When I close my eyes
I see everyone I’ve touched parading by my side
Oh I say
When I look inside
I feel a closeness that I’ve never felt before I tried

When I close my eyes (it’s over)
I see everyone I’ve touched parading by my side
Oh I say
When I look inside (the album’s done)
I feel a closeness that I’ve never felt before I tried

Get out.

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