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Do You Often Find Yourself Under Psychic Assault?

by Soviet Spacedog

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1.
You're making it up You're making it up And if you're making it up this way Then it stands to reason You could make it up a different way Because you're making it up Seems like you're making it up
2.
So Back to default All your work Come undone You crest The horizon Just to find another one So now you have to wonder Though you know it sounds insane Is this melancholy in your veins? Or just something you create? Life In the city Tends to feel Much the same I just thought a change of scenery Could do Something for my brain But my agoraphobia Has been working overtime And I can't seem to go outside At least that's what keeps me alive Sometimes I live in the country Sometimes I live in the town Sometimes I get a great notion To jump in the river and drown
3.
Why do I feel like there's someone watching me all the time? There must be a hidden eye Inside of some place that I can't define If I can't find Where it's watching from I am going to lose my mind I get this fear sometimes That I might have accidentally let someone inside Why do I give all my time to things I can't identify? Signs seem to imply That something here has gone awry Can't describe what is wrong Until it's finally put into a song I get this thought sometimes That actually there just might be Another, better way to try Why have I engaged in psychic warfare for half my life? I can't see the other side And that's no way to have a fight If I can't find Where they're attacking from I'm going to lose my god damn life Might take my own advice In the hopes that I don't fuck it up this time
4.
Sometimes feels like fading away Sometimes feels like fading away Sometimes feels like fading away Sometimes feels like fading away Something's up Something feels like distortion Something's up Something feels like distortion Sometimes get the idea Something feels like distortion Something's up Something feels like distortion Something's up Something feels like distortion Sometimes feels like fading away
5.
I know a time that is coming When the world does not turn And the sun does not burn I curse that terrible humming That coaxes all life From the ocean slime I get this terrible feeling That it might be too late To go changing our fate But in spite of this entropic bias I sometimes find myself Looking forward now I think it's entropy, baby! That covers the past With a nuclear blast And now it seems our time is fleeting Like holy shit Has it been so long? How in the hell Is she 21? Time is fucking me up And now I'm filled with such dread For all of those times That I thought I'd keep straight In my head Man I hope you don't Puke yourself dead
6.
They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can Won't be long before they put Billboards in space Won't be long before they put Billboards in space Won't be long before they put Billboards in space Won't be long before they put Billboards in space They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can Billboards in space Won't be long before they put Billboards in space Won't be long before they put Billboards in space Won't be long before they put Billboards in space Won't be long before they put They would put Billboards in space If they could And it won't be long Before they can
7.
I've had my eye on the future Since phones were dumb So tired of inconvenience That I would follow anyone Who could promise better days Where I didn't have to wait I demanded your prescence And that is when you came to be To sate my endless consumption Satisfaction guaranteed But now the atmosphere is fucked And the weather always sucks But I wanted things right now And couldn't care for who or how Let's burn that bridge When we come to it Or leave it for our kids You're gonna leave it for your kids? The rhetoric is unhopeful As your rockets blast And now you speak to the woeful, Undulating mass Of the people left in heat Somewhere far below your feet I lit the ocean on fire And that's 'cause I fear the depths The people needed a scapegoat And so I cursed your breath Now they're calling out your name And saying you're to blame They're taking heads right now And couldn't care for who or how You soar to heights It seems that I Just simply can't afford No I simply can't afford
8.
The gentle crackle of the oncoming flames at my door Are sprinkled over with ash The hopes I had that we could earn back our lives from before Have been dashed apart By psychopaths and sycophants now My post-apocalyptic photos didn't need a color-grade The sky's been glowing orange since yesterday Because it seems The end of times Are here To set aflame all that we hold dear And I think the time Is now For a mass exodus underground The experts recommend you dig a shallow grave in the dirt If you are too close to run Just drape a cloth across your face to help you keep breathing air Sounds like some kind of fucking nightmare That I used to have when I'd wake up screaming and I thought that I was buried alive But now I welcome the dark and the dirt 'Cause the end of times Are here To set aflame all that we hold dear And I think the time Is now For a mass exodus underground
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Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Much too loud Much too loud Everything they're playing Is much too loud I'm hanging on the sound of a mushroom cloud When up pops the government sniffing around While a man is shitting on the ground outside They're much more concerned with the way I get high If they would have noticed could have seen he had a sign A full, signed confession Of crimes that were mine Like: I am the one who raised the intensity I am the one who sunk the economy I am the one who killed the Kennedys And I'll be the one who makes my own misery Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Last night I tired to see God But instead I got a blitzkrieg Of my living room Flesh-toned warplanes covered in eyes In a kaleidoscopic hellscape I had devised It didn't matter if I closed or I opened my eyes When reality assailed me from every side Until I really felt like I was finally losing my mind Haircuts For Men was the remedy Let the rhythm sink into your every extremity Gave myself a hand like the Dummies always told me And when I finally came I felt such clarity Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man Newfangled techno, man Give me all your money, man
10.
Sacks of fluid, hunks of meat My body will be failing me I must get out before I see The day my body fails me
11.
You might tell yourself All the things you can and cannot do And that's where you'll reside Until you realize there is only you And every moment you are reborn No longer the one before Have you considered showing pity? Have you ever thought you might be spending Too much time stuck in the past Like you're taking spirit photographs Of all of that You can't take back Go talk to yourself In every single mirror in your home Until you find the one That makes you feel a little less alone Try to build a new perspective It doesn't matter how it used to be And when you're lying on your deathbed I kinda think you might be missing All that time spent in the trash Giving power to a psychopath And all of that You don't get back Now there's a lump inside your throat All those places that you swore you'd go And you'll come back When you realize that You've got to love yourself Before anybody else You've got to love yourself Before anybody else I want to love someone else I want to love someone else
12.
I watched that woman from the ground I saw the labor in her breath Saw her considering the edge Before she jumped And I never made a sound Now I've got something I could say It's taken years to write this way but it's true I wonder: Do you think about me all the time The way I wish I never thought of you? I put meaning into things With no meaning inherently I'm interpreting dreams Retconning memories Retracing all my steps In search of some release But there's so much work left to be done And we'll both refuse to be the one who starts 'til we're gone from here Because we'd rather let it fester for a decade And just hope it disappears The last time that we spoke At that Wal-Mart on the Oregon coast That's where you said that things would change And wouldn't you know it? They were never really the same A façade began to form that night And now I see that person was consumed Who am I talking to? Just a cosplay of the woman Who would help me rub the ointment on my wounds Now I've got something I could say It's taken years to write this way but it's true I wonder: Do you think about me all the time The way I wish I never thought of you?
13.
In this room In this room I got so high That I felt fine For the first time in a long time Now it may be That I've finally lost my mind But those shotgun blasts Are getting longer all the time Tried to concieve Of my own mythology But those old gods Had nothing left to offer me There are times I have difficulty speaking So I'll stop trying
14.
I've packed up all your things and put them somewhere safe Washed out your stench from all of your favorite places Where you used to sit 'Cause they all smelled like piss But I cannot judge, I know that you felt like shit Gave you a bath to help and you hated it Would have left it alone had I known Was your last night at home A few nights before I swear I had dreamt of this Could not believe to see it as a portent But I saw things to come Right before they were done I wish you had looked at me while they did you in Stared at the wall instead while I held your chin Well I hope you found peace Somewhere other than me
15.
If someone instills in you a fear of God Without belief Be careful that you don't let it go to your head If ever you find yourself writing holy books For a congregation of one Consider making peace with silence instead 'Cause who are you To believe in anything at all? Who are you Making yourself feel so small? Do you ever get the sense that God might be an asshole? Life in a constant state of self psychic damage Sometimes starts to feel like A holy disadvantage Like using the voices of the people that you know and love To tell you things that you've made up About yourself when there's nobody else But who are you To speak for anyone at all? Who are you To harbor phantoms in your skull? And there comes a time when nothing left will rhyme And none of the cars will blink in unison anymore So you'll go to hardware to check out the hoses And that's where it felt real, the first time in ages Now all of your pages and plans you were making Become a new monument or evidence of Who you were When you thought that you could end it all Who you were When you thought that you could end it all Who were you? Who were you Hurt by things you can't recall? Shouting last words down the hall Harboring phantoms in your skull Making yourself feel so small If someone instills in you a fear of God Without belief Be careful that you don't let it go to your head
16.
Do you often find yourself under psychic assault? Do you often find yourself under psychic assault?
17.
It took me far too long to give up all my channeling The results wore thin And I still felt like shit But now those summoned spirits demand their own finality So I drowned them out With songs and stories But now their bodies Are surfacing for me To remind me of the ways I cut my teeth Putting meaning into meaningless things And twenty years on when the distortion is all that's left You're still hunting for clues Through the holes in your own head But now there's people living inside of your identity Some elaborate fiction That only you can see But now their bodies dissolve Before your very eyes When you realize the things that you believe Are just meaning in a meaningless thing I watched that woman from afar Dreamt I could see her shallow breath I saw so vividly her steps I saw her lost inside of her head And when she chose to jump And the ground had met her feet She stood there for a second And I swear she was looking at me As her body became Something like raw meat.

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Do You Often Find Yourself Under Psychic Assault? is an album by Soviet Spacedog. Despite all the rumors, Soviet Spacedog is only a man. All songs were recorded at Dead by Dawn Studios except tracks 5 and 8, which were recorded at Mustard Music Studios. This album was mixed and mastered by Darien, at his own expense, for which he will receive no compensation. The artist wishes to thank Burke and Declan for lending their creative input, and to the countless other people who brought clarity when everything else felt like distortion. This album was completed in 2023, it took far too long and far too much emotional labor to complete, the artist is exhausted.

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released April 19, 2023

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