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King Likeness

by Mad Feather Group

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Connor Anastasio
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Connor Anastasio You guys are incredibly original and extremely talented. I don't think you're asking for enough money for this. Can't wait to buy your next release. Favorite track: Lightning Paper.
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1.
She is an art collector. She's got art, almost everywhere, on her person, between her toes within the roots of her hair. The day I found her, third week of Fall, she was walking before a mosaic wall, and with my glasses before my eyes I saw her fuse into the tiles: She was one. She was indistinguishable: o one. She is an art collector. She's got art, almost everywhere, in her rooms, stuck to her white, white walls, streaming like a river down her stairs. The day I told her she was beautiful she said: "I've no talent and I've no skills" but as she said this her words shaped and bent to the tune playing on the tape: She was one, indistinguishable o one, indistinguishable one indistinguishable... She is an art collector. She can't paint or sculpt like a great. Can't play a violin or sing an opera, but she can wear one around like a cape. (wear it like a cape) (o the rain). I never once realized how selfish this was, how small in size. All this art turning into debris, and there she gets it much more than me. She is...
2.
Part through the blue with twenty digits spread like jam. From the back row the chorus is one man. There goes King Likeness. There goes King Likeness. Ocean seems calm: the slight botched lighting job. Insides and fog, the spot where the damn door knob should be. There goes King Likeness. There goes King Likeness. There goes King Likeness, Likeness, o. Out in the pool the high functioning drunk auto-piloting the ship that has sunk. Hand on his heart, he works that famous line, 'O to be young and stuck in traffic.'
3.
With the feather in my hand! Said a solemn, sacred prayer: lightning paper. Had a problem, asked a favor: lightning paper. Sad to know this town was built with violence. Hard to show my guilt in just one sentence, with all these bones exposed. First I neutered the cold stapler: lightning paper. Took the root word, made it shapelier (o): lightning paper. O this deadline makes me feel pathetic, and this red wine makes these pills prophetic. The most expected toast. Public statement. Proofread, edit. O this language: so embedded. Said "I'm sorry" and I meant it. Lightning paper come and shred it. And all these charges, it's extensive. Reservations, it's expensive pride. 'Lectric weather in my hands. (Lightning paper). Check for spells on their mother's land (Lightning paper). Pray this writing be deemed "sincere" (lightning paper) for this lightning on this page won't smear. O "o" you tell me. Lightning paper. Lightning paper strike me soon.
4.
O Lord what did I do to turn you? Have you not heard my clamor? I've bent up little and big hands into a prayer with my hammer. It's been years and not one raindrop upon my land. All these years and not one spit take upon my land. Now I know, I know, time can mean nothing. Now I'll hold, I'll hold time down in my dreams. My Lord, can't those clouds burst open, must they hang there and idle? I've lent, gave up all my perfecting timing, For what? Yes for what? I(t) can count it on my hands. All these years and still no rain drop upon my hands. The strangest years and not one rain drop on this ageless man. Now I know (I know), I know time can mean nothing, and just one (just one) spit take, in a day, could change everything... In a day spent in the garden, planting rolex, doing yard work, sensory parts agape and sucking in. One spit take, toes in the pedals, counting moisture, solving riddles, lab results stuffed in some wet Italian boot. In a day cross over mud path, throwing shovels, doing straight math, sucking down the roots, wind blowing trees on a mute TV screen: time time time and time in time. Now I know ( I know), I know time can mean nothing. Now I know (sha-la-la-la-la....) I know in a day virtually nothing.
5.
Settlement 03:15
With every step you take baby you're making my heart break forever hymens You're melting down the cake. Why must you make the party wait on dirty diamonds, and you're just sighing! no no no no no o o o o o... Now our slice is compromised. How you know I worry. Please settle down. This can only get worse. O. Please settle down You are stepping on a nerve. It cemented with a jog that wouldn't stop slowing, a derailed monologue, and now you're flying! Who taught you how to fly kid? Because I didn't, not me... And now your spite has taken flight. Why'd you go? What's the hurry? Please settle down. This can only get worse. O. Please settle down. You are stepping on my very last nerve. Please settle down. This can only get worse. Please settle down. This can only get worse.
6.
She mouths the psalm, that elastic lullaby. See how her eyes don't wince. See how her smile don't flinch. She does not depend on a God of any side, save for his little songs that lay her down. Down to the wooden floor, amongst the pews stillborn. She lolls there, practicing for her grave. You know she feels light again. Lighter than she's ever been. Eaten up by a thousand 2x2's. She comes to you but she does not speak a word. She don't look you in the eye. She look you straight in the shoe. Hopes you defend her for betraying you, because the sun is out, and the wind is weak. Now back to the wooden floor. The bust with the thorns adorn. The symbols are so obvious to you now. She needed that sacrifice to heave that ton of rice to understand the ending to that book. She mouths the psalm in her happy place.
7.
We dried in the fire, off the road, off screen. Babe was jumping tires, and lost her cold, from the steam: no cough. She went to her knees said a prayer and played dead. We gave her a squeeze for we care for her head so soft. And I came to with a sneeze! My heart it knows my head it knows the "achoo." My heart it knows, my head it knows the "achoo." I'm gonna catch you a dry affair on my wedding day. Babe shook up the tree with the power from the swing. Calling out: "watch your head", I watch her cower from the stinging threat. But it was too late for it rained glowing green. But! But it was... "watch your head!" "dam the pain!" End the scene, call cut... And I came to with a sneeze My heart it knows, my head it knows the "achoo" My heart it knows, my head it knows the "achoo" I'm gonna catch you. My heart it knows, my head it knows the "achoo" My heart it knows, my head it knows the "achoo" I'm gonna catch you a dry affair on my shedding... On my wedding... On my wedding day (o the rain!) On my shedding day (o the rain!) On my wedding... On my wedding...
8.
Dead 03:07
Waken by the phone (buried moans). Meaning unknown (swim through bones). Dead. (Dead). Dead. (Dead). Swimming through your bones. A chicken turned to stone. Dead. (Dead). HIs pulse had no reading. He paid off the sitter. Dug through the litter and handed her jewels. (He paid off the sitter and dug). Unstrung the beading and burned all the letters. He made it all better the instant he knew he was dead. Waken by the phone. (Buried moans). Meaning unknown. (Swim through bones). Dead. (Dead). Dead. (Dead). Swimming through your bones. A chicken turned to stone. Dead. (Dead). He yanked out the seedling. He laid down the sweater. The surface was wetter, the tears of a fool. (He laid down the sweater and dug). The sacrifice weeding, the air tasted bitter. He sure was no quitter the instant he knew he was dead. Dead. He should of told you tonight. He wished he showed you alright, but living is easy with ribbons all tied to your kite. Waken by the phone. (Buried moans). Meaning unknown. (Swim through bones). Dead. (Dead). Dead. (Dead). Swimming through your bones. A chicken turned to stone. Dead. (Dead). Shh... On the window sill..... .....guts were spilled! Dead. (Dead). Dead. (Dead). Guts were spilled only to reveal he's filled with magic stuffing! The snow filled up his boots. He sensed the night's salute.

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Our debut album.

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released February 14, 2015

Mad Feather Group is David Colón, Matthew T. Hess, Roshane Karunaratne, Santo Rizzolo and Brandon Tuzio. All songs composed and arranged by MFG. Special guest performances by Jamie Coppa, Bryan Haring, Zack Loria and Anthony Yebra. Recorded and mixed at Lakehouse Studios in Asbury Park, NJ. Engineered and mixed by Tim Pannella.

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