Loose Canyons

by Konrad

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"Loose Canyons" is an 11 song album by Konrad featuring indie-tronic anthems of lovesick despair, existential longing, and other tales of melancholic weirdness.

credits

released 02 July 2008
Jeffrey Konrad, with guest artists:
Kristina Castañeda
Kristian Svennevig
Mike Gentry
Michael Taylor
Chris Bernat
Greg Etzel
Eric Honse

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tags: alternative electronic indie Illinois

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Track Name: Nunchucks
Nunchucks
Baby…now’s the time.
To build nunchucks from bones and heartstrings
Baby…now’s the time.
To build nunchucks from bones and heartstrings
Track Name: Kites
Kites

Woke up with a panic attack, and I prayed you might come back to me.
But I know it’s all a part of my fantasy.
It’s hard to fall in love with somebody who thinks it’s just another meal, another page in a magazine.
After breakfast I took a hike. Through the park where we used to fly kites. I fed our Squirrel he asked me “how are you?”
It’s hard to fall in love. With somebody who’s in love with drugs. It’s so predictable like a rerun.
After supper I went to bed, dreaming things I never had. Dreams without you and without you.
Kites. Our love was higher than kites.
Track Name: Osh Kosh
Osh Kosh
Oh lord help us now, finger on the crack of a leaking dam. Oh please, help us now...5 4 3 2 1 count down. Oh snap, who's to blame? Crack in the sky bleeding crooked rain. Osh Kosh, whats the deal with this scam?
Love. (could it save us?)
Lost. (on our suicidal ship.)
Hope. (could it pave this?)
Road. (underneath our aimless step.)
Oh shoot, pull the plug, flip the script cause weve come undone. Ah crap, hit the fan, 5 4 3 2 1 Amen. Oh stop. Who's to blame, last twig placed on a dwindlin flame. Osh Kosh, why's the map torn in shreds?
Love. (could it save us?)
Lost. (on our suicidal ship.)
Hope. (could it pave this?)
Road. (underneath our aimless step.)
Track Name: Pause The War
Pause The War

Marching Ants. 1234 step in line.
Now’s the time to burn the pants, off the bad guy, step in line.
Marching Ants. 1234 step in line.
Not from the hair of my chinny chin chin. Evil doers step aside.

Pause the war. All we needs a little girls gone wild.
Maybe just a little bit of ooh ooh ooh, ah ah ah, yeah yeah yeah
Pause the war. All we needs a little girls gone wild.
Maybe just a little bit of ooh ooh ooh, ah ah ah, yeah yeah yeah

Marching Ants. 1234 step aside.
Independence got the mic. Flush the hype. Crop is ripe.
Marching Ants. 1234 step aside.
Eanie Meanie Meanie Meanie Minie moe.
Fee-Fie-Foe-Foe-Yo-Yo-Yo.

Pause the war. All we needs a little girls gone wild.
Maybe just a little bit of ooh ooh ooh, ah ah ah, yeah yeah yeah
Pause the war. All we needs a little girls gone wild.
Maybe just a little bit of ooh ooh ooh, ah ah ah, yeah yeah yeah
Track Name: These Nights
These Nights

These nights have only just begun. I sharpen treasured ore for you.
Back in the day we shared the wine, every drop was our blood in disguise.
These days have only just begun my clock is striking midnight hour.
Happy getaways and island paradise displays.
The Tarot card was staring down. Knock knock knock on my devil door.
If everybody’s here then raise your hands and disappear.
With open arms I caught my pray. With closing hands I prey for you.
I thought I heard the stable say “light one up and pave the way”.
With every molecule of hope, I felt atomic waves decay.
Translation: everytime I crunked I felt like shit the next day.
These nights have only just begun. I polish treasured gold for you.
Back in the day we shared the wine, every drop was our blood in disguise.
These days have only just begun, on running streets I wait for you.
Wholesome time decay and witness protection displays.
With plastic souls I heard your heart defribulating at the mark.
Never meant it cause the heart darts turn compulsion into art.
Track Name: Twinkle Toes
Twinkle Toes

How can we twinkle toes reach the highest bit when were so locked down in this mess that we, create every time that we meet and part, with your smile I start to melt today.
How can we crocodile reach the farthest swamp, till were so shut out from this fucked up world.
Create every time that we stop and start, it’s your heart pounding like a drum machine. How can we reach the snow with our climate dry?, No signs of life in this silent amp. submit every time with the sharp design with your smile I’m standing on my head.
Time with it’s actions and incoherences.
Wound with it’s coil it’s brass knuckle foil.
Cold currents mean streak occurs with a silent hello.
Wound with it’s spoils it’s gold finger toils.
Track Name: Shapeshifting Marathons
Shapeshifting Marathons

Hopeful niches will find you.
Longhorn green in tough discreet.
Sowing stitches on sad spoiled sheets are burning now.
If I meet you the teacher will breach through and slow us down.
Papers selling on the corner, headline reading no defeat.
Burning bridges still roll like some petrol laced tinder sticks.
How can I save you I can’t save myself?
Pardon my German.
Hoarding bullets for the fortress.
Buddha shrines and pepper spray.
Plastic confidence fear is the water around my boat.
No more the simple fab sunny skies rolling hills mountain springs.
How can I ever run shape shifting marathons?
Uphill and downhill and this way and that.
How can I, how, how can I? Ever run?
In circles, in circles with you?
How can I save you I can’t save myself?
Track Name: Canyon Blue
I'm riding horseback and the law is on my trail. Been robbing town square banks from Richmond to Des Moines. All of my posse has been killed or is in jail and the only friend I have's this horse named Sunday. I'll quit this life before I'm old but first I've gotta grab some gold before I settle down with you in Tempe. Cause darling if your there for me I'll put this pistol down to sleep and buy a patch of land and raise some cattle. But first I've gotta make it there and 19 counties bridge us dear and all of them's got posters with my bounty. So if perchance I meet my end before I reach your arms again remember that your virtue nearly saved me.

Canyon Blue - watch out for rattlers up ahead
Canyon Blue - watch out for engines 'round the bend
Canyon Blue - watch out the hangman wants your neck
Track Name: Litigate
Litigate
With spider crawling endless gnawing on the rope that ties the dead.
End of stories ever present in the momentary hold.
Captured glories ever soaring over roof tops in the hood.
Windows snowing dosing bily as the petrol rounds the bend.
With cornered commentaries strife is slowly basking in the same.
Ritualistic repetition that is running through the brain.
Phoning my lawyer and I’m ready to just straight up litigate.
Because to sue you would just prove a point that I would like to make.
And like a spider crawling up the wall I’m seeing you ascend.
And the only regret that I have is that I just lost a friend.
And as the morning gives you ample opportunity to bend.
So does, so does, so does, so does
Track Name: When Worlds Collide
When Worlds Collide
No vitality cool out coroner
Cool out coroner
Cool out cool out cool out today
With your white chalk sketching sketching
Bullet proof glass mandolin speakers
Hopping with downgraded joy
Distortions can rot, like it or not, squeaky clean with his chamber pot
La la la la la la la la la la
My gangs don’t die my gangs multiply
Ghost riders in the mother fucking sky
Call up the ropes, forget the e-mail
Tortoise and the hare, lightning riding snail
No discovery cool out coroner
Cool out cool out cool out today
Flesh on slabs, box trot canvas
Normal virgins pimpin’total abandon
La la la la la la la la la la

I’m not the one to think deep or street speak
Think fab focus over drinks and cheat sheets
Under the cover of madness glad bags can handle body parts
But I’m just killin’ microphones and murderin’ art
Gloomin’ doomin’ I’m just wonderin’ where wonders bloomin’
Back into focus and the future wasn’t just assumin’
Tick to the tack toe the telemetries in go mode yo’ what’s up death never mind because…

My gangs don’t die my gangs multiply
Ghost riders in the mother fucking sky
Call up the ropes, forget the e-mail
Tortoise and the hare, lightning riding snail
No discovery cool out coroner
Cool out cool out cool out today
Flesh on slabs, box trot canvas
Normal virgins pimpin’total abandon
La la la la la la la la la la