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Mediated

by Slingshot Miracle

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1.
Waiting 04:14
Waiting I'm just sittin here waiting on the next thing The next thing to come along Might be something, could be anything Won’t really know till it comes As time rolls by, honey know that I’ll Be picking and a singing a song ‘Cuz I'll be sittin here waiting on the next thing The next thing to come along. I was sittin here yesterday waiting Waiting like the day before I waited for an hour, then I waited for another Then I waited bout fourteen more If ain't waiting then I’m misbehaving It’s my one and only chore So I'll keep sitting here waiting until There’s nothing left to wait for East to the west as far as the crow flies Sunset's coming and then the sunrise Summer ain't over till the first flake a snow flies We all got time enough to wait I ain't worried and I ain't excited just waiting for what comes next I'm pretty good at staying silent ‘til it's time to take a step Might be a fresh hell might be a miracle doesn't really matter to me Cuz I'll be waiting for the next thing coming at the first opportunity Wu wei Waiting while I'm eating, waiting while I'm drinking I'm waiting just to keep myself from thinking The moment is permanently shrinking Got all the time to wait I’m just sitting here, sitting and waiting But I aint ever bored Even when I’m sleeping, I’m still keeping An eye out for the morn When it comes, honey I’ll get up It must be underscored That I’ll be sitting here, waiting until I forget what I’m waiting for
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Good Gravy 03:04
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Factory Tan 03:06
Harlen hangs his hat on a nail by the break room Wipes a gray rag across the back of his neck Windows fogged by the split pea steaming Foreman and his boys staring up from the bench A soot dark mask can’t hide his intention The morning’s been as hard as it’s short on pay A gentleman has his family to think of But Harlen he aint feeling very gentle today Well, he’ll leave behind his coat and those old black boots And a few patches of factory tan Cuz it won’t wash off without a bit of a scuff He’s gonna help them understand He never was a company man Kay takes her hands from the Underwood keys Paints Cutex Rose over the damage done It pays to look good on an ordinary weekday No one’s gonna want you but the warehouse bums She lunches at her desk, in her pale pink dress That saw the sun countless summers past She waves her fingers dry in a fluorescent sky Powders her cheeks when she gets the chance Working on her factory tan The Cubicle Kids and their liquid crystals Lit up the night never to sleep again Fried by the screens and the nuclear pixels Wasting away in their fattening pens
4.
Filter Kings 02:46
Tumult & tragedy strike obscene Nary a scratch or a bruise Wholly untouched by the fight on screen Images chosen for you. The Purveyor Make your selection quietly Our mediated feelings are few Frostbitten fingertips press to your lips The menu is not the food. Navigator
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LOW pH 03:38
I’ve seen the worst minds of my generation and the one thereafter Grow louder and louder in their victory parade Indignation is the tune and the knees jerk faster A drugged-out dance of manufactured rage Content is our king Let’s keep it simple The whole world is watching We’ve got to heed the fitful Scrolling through the holy book of faces Dogmatic with all those makeup tips An endless ego echo chamber freak out Some odd thing inside of me just clicks The nitwits chirp was once a harmless jingle A distraction from the contemplative word Now the Illiterati are gunning for your children Speech is free, is that all that it’s worth? Context is lacking Let’s all be grateful The whole world is tripping We’ve got to feed the hateful That’s righteous, man, the only action is reaction Don’t think twice, just retaliate Take a stand, they’ve narrowed the selection Your acid tongue has lost all sense of taste It’s not so biting Not eloquent Might as well be miming All your words misspent The din’s ear-popping But you can add your cries The whole world is dropping Choke on your pride
7.
There I was, bound in the trunk of a 69 Galaxy Ford Quibbling the terms of another bail-out deal with the lord When a sharp right turn slammed a toolbox into my cheek I opened one bloody eye and saw those jumper cables smiling at me Into those copper crocodile teeth I fed the twine round my wrists And as I wormed my way loose, I thought of how I'd look back on this Would I reneg, would I beg to be the only me I’ve ever known Or would I change my ways and start paying back on that loan This charmed life of mine Dumb luck, or divine? Never gonna mess up again I was a back door sprinter when those daddies got home early from work Innocent enough, I never meant for anyone to get hurt - especially me Sometimes desires catch fire and burn hotter than they ever should A rat can get caught straying too long in the wrong neighborhood. I never stole nobody's woman, just borrowed some for too long Found myself crouched in a closet as her lies came out all wrong Then I heard the lord say son, do you have no shame? I had to say no, but you know, I'd like out of here just the same. This charmed life of mine Dumb luck, or divine? Hope I never mess up again Papa taught ask for what you want, but you gotta take what's offered to you And don`t get caught doing nothing that you wouldn`t want your sister to do But I aint seen her since she rode off on the back of that bike The smile on her face told me, run away boy and do what you like. It aint how often you score, it`s how many losing shots you take That I'm still alive is like some heavenly accounting mistake The edge is a fine place to live but it sure aint a home When I leave a town there aint no time for me to pack up and go Always on the run Hiding from someone Swear this time I’m done And I'm probably gonna do it again Yah, I’m probably gonna mess up again Maybe someday I will make amends But I’m probably gonna mess up again
8.
watch me as i aim for this foot of mine one, two, three more times watch me as i try to dodge another bullet while i stand in your line of fire. watch me as i let your spit-in-my-face friendship keep me wasted. watch me as i crave your kick-me-in-the-teeth efforts. hit me again. i can't shake you break you take you make you understand (how could you, anyway?) watch me and do nothing and we'll be friends to the very bitter end

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released September 30, 2015

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Slingshot Miracle Calgary, Alberta

Stunt Rock for obsessives.

Influenced by punk, classic rock, pop, and funk, Slingshot Miracle has released 9 albums since 2012.

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