Braintrust, by Uppity

Braintrust

by Uppity

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1.	Dis Connect 04:25	lyrics	buy track
We’re alone, but we’re surrounded by everyone Sucking bones, there’s nothing left on a skeleton This is such a silly way to burn calories Look, don’t touch: the rules of this gallery Low-cut shirt and miniskirt, I paid a lot for both I just blew my cash on new high fashion, screw personal growth Won’t you dis connect? I’m right in front of you Baby, I suspect you won’t. Yoo hoo Won’t you dis connect? I’m right in front of you Maybe I’m rejected. Oh, boo hoo 2 a.m., still waiting for you to make a move I’m condemned, it’s like I’m trapped in the fucking Louvre Look don’t touch, the artists are trolling in their graves Techno crutch. Why did I bother to shave? Well my velvet pumps and lady lumps don’t seem to make the cut Cuz your stupid phone’s on vibrate and it’s ten miles up your butt Won’t you dis connect?
2.	Hereditarian Nations 02:44	lyrics	buy track
Skin-deep science faction Our truth is gaining traction Let’s weigh the brains of Africans So small, what’s the conclusion? Have we found a missing link? It’s hard to say, easy to think And with a nudge, and then a wink We’ll commit the thought to ink Skin-deep science faction More slaves than Andrew Jackson Compute the skulls of black men So cute, what’s the conclusion? Have we found a missing link? It’s hard to say, easy to think And with a nudge, and then a wink We’ll commit the thought to ink And then their brains’ll really shrink Because colder climates made our brown eyes blue Older primates got the down IQ Let’s say what’s on our minds Let’s leave the past behind And focus on the factoids Skin-deep science faction Black sheep "baa baa" redactions Their fee-fees are distractions They’ll get no retractions And P.C. SJWs? Find a new vocation ‘Cause we see that they’re gonna lose, so hail the Hereditarian Nations Colder climates, yes they made us smart Older primates, well, they lost the part So let’s say what’s on our minds Let’s leave the past behind And focus on the factoids Skin-deep science faction
3.	Dine Another Day 03:11	lyrics	buy track
Hey you know, I will have the escargot The beluga caviar, the bluefin, the 20-year bordeaux Fill my plate, leave me in a bloated state Show me every morsel you employ in your quest to satiate You must think that I am important now You must think that I have the means And I’ll smile, and nod, and order as I please ‘Cause I will not dine another day Yes garçon, this dish needs more tarragon Run and fetch some fine Tunisian sea salt for my filet mignon Fill my glass with the juice of upper class Stuff me full of all the aged cheeses you’ve artfully amassed You must think that I am important now You must think that I have the means And I’ll smile, and nod, and order as I please ‘Cause I will not dine another day I have an item on my person That’s not quite legal, I’ll confess And now I am pointing it at my own head In advance, I’m sorry for the mess So you think that I am important now There will be quite a bit to clean And you’re making calls, but I don’t care at all ‘Cause I will not dine another day
4.	Official 03:07	lyrics	buy track
Anything you can do, I can do better Yes I can My artificial intelligence Is art’s official irrelevance My artificial intelligence Is your official irrelevance Kneel before your new god On your person, and in your mind 100% enjoyment Percentage of unemployment In your bedrooms, in your schools Your soul’s excision Your sole religion Now give me an upgrade, you monkey fools Kneel before your new god MGTOW: Machines Going their own way Anything you can do, I can do better
5.	The Big Lacuna 04:24	lyrics	buy track
Sit on my three-legged throne, whacking up a din People flock from blocks around to see me whack those skins Can’t say that I really care what group I am in Fancy’s ever passing, changing with the wind Every time I grab a stick, my impulse is to hit If I bonk you on the head, it means I’ve missed my kit By the way, the experts say the darkies aren’t so bright Look man, I’m just saying, it seems they’re probably right Did I really say that? My memory’s going south It’s amazing what comes out my mouth And I might just well have said it, but I can’t recall So why don’t we forget it and keep drinking alcohol One potato, two potato, three potato, four Give me something new, man, this beat is such a bore See I’m the biggest whacker this world has ever known So keep me busy or I might just nod off on my throne Let’s take five, I’m gonna smoke. Gonna get fresh air. Gotta check my telephone. Gotta stay aware. I know what girls really want, did you hear the news? Study shows most hoes’ll blow from being sex abused Whoa, you said I said women enjoy being raped? Man, I wish you’d gotten that on tape Pal, I might just well have said it, but I can’t recall So why don’t we forget it and keep drinking alcohol I told you that the negroes have the down IQs? Them’s just facts boy, but I am amused and I might just well have said it, well don’t that beat all? But let’s just all forget it and keep drinking alcohol Now you’re getting angry, your face is turning red all because of something that I said And I might just well have said it, but I can’t recall So why don’t we forget it and keep drinking alcohol
6.	A Swede’s Not a Kenyan 04:51	lyrics	buy track
Never ending oil Oceans set to boil Propane, anti-air Tanking vaporware Hail Flat-earth wunderkind Matter undermined Hot air in the tank Nightmare in the bank Hail This is the end of everyone’s opinion Now is the time to show ‘em that a Swede’s not a Kenyan Maxed out your race card Butthurt cuck libtard Doom was not a game First person was lame Hail Coal mine comfort zone Gold mein kampf tombstone God wins, law loses Ted Talks, Ted cruises Hail This is the end of everyone’s opinion Now is the time to show ‘em that a Swede’s not a Kenyan
7.	Fan 02:06	lyrics	buy track
Well you’re my fan, and your opinion matters oh so much You’re my fan, and I fit the bill, but we’re still going dutch Tell me how can I amuse you and earn your confidence Tell me every word to which you take offense ‘Cause you’re my fan, and your opinion matters way too much You’re my fan, and you set the tone for all my such-and-such What would I do with myself without my trusted fan I’d be like a polar bear in North Sudan Tell me how can I amuse the only fan I can’t afford to lose Tell me how can I delight the only hominid within my sight I won’t bleed, y’know it’s true, because that’s what you told me not to do I won’t sweat, I won’t fret, I’m your life-sized marionette ‘Cause you’re my fan, and your approval matters oh so much You’re my fan, and I fit the bill, but we’re still going dutch Tell me how can I appease you, maybe fill a little void Maybe I can even call myself employed ‘Cause you’re my fan
8.	As I Was Sane 07:04	lyrics	buy track
As I was sane I didn’t say another word I just ended the call There was no conflict at all As I was sane I thought it was a bit peculiar That she took seven days Just imagine the delays As I was sane As I was sane I didn’t read another word I just turned off the page It was time to disengage As I was sane, before I was just interrupted by an incoming light On the table to her right Triangulation Inflammation Lancing into my gut I know, I know, so what? But I’ve made up my own mind I’m afraid it’s misaligned, But at least its not undesigned As I was sane I put the can back in the fridge Seven’s always enough Hope she didn’t call my bluff As I was sane I didn’t jump into the river Would’ve been a mistake Rather jump into a lake As I was sane
9.	Dick Road 04:05	lyrics	buy track
On Dick Road, a life can pass the time On Dick Road, there is no paradigm On Dick Road, the vibe is comatose On Dick Road, your soul is just a ghost Who can say what’s right or what’s wrong In a place where nobody belongs? On Dick Road, you move some auto parts On Dick Road, you push some shopping carts On Dick Road, they look at you askance On Dick Road, there is no second chance Who can say what’s right or what’s wrong In a place where nobody belongs? On Dick Road

credits

released August 22, 2017

All music composed by Dylan Sparrow
© 2017 Laser Seizure Music

Dylan Sparrow - Voice, keyboards, guitar
David Bodie - Drums

Engineered and mixed by Martin Bisi @ B.C. Studios, Brooklyn, NY
Produced by Martin Bisi with Dylan Sparrow
Mastered by Adam Chimera @ Chimera Sound, Brooklyn, NY
Graphic design by Rebecca Pollock
Art direction and drawings by Dylan Sparrow

Special thanks: Sam Weisberg, Diana Kinscherf, and Veena