Videorama

by Glueboy

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videorama was recorded and mixed by glueboy (but mostly by brian indig) in brian's basement in hastings-on-hudson, new york

album art by alex campo

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released March 10, 2015

glueboy is:
jonathan marty (guitar, vox)
coby chafets (bass, vox)
brian indig (drums, vox)

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Track Name: Forum
well it seems time i find good in this place. still no forum for words or like minds to embrace, so i'll sit in my room and i'll brood until i am displaced. and my notion of buy as the sacred haven is not alive and won't take another breath again. it's but concrete, encaustics, dark coffee, and ballpoint pens. i felt stupid on my way home. lay in bed without light. remain firmly buried. sleep through yr histrionics and manic fairies. there is no code waiting to be cracked at the library. just in rear views, you see what you wanted to see.
Track Name: Back to You
love is just a passing flu; i will come right back to you. and you know it's sad and true that i will come right back to you. love is just a passing flu; i will come right back to you. and, when you are sad and blue, i will come right back to you. please, don’t be so mean! when you’re not around, nothing gets me down faster than the thought of you with someone else (that’s just how i feel). love is just a passing flu; i will come right back to you. and you know it's sad and true that i will come right back to you. and, when you are sad and blue, i will come right back to you.
Track Name: Have Yr Way
to think of all the ways i've been told how to read a book. my mind is racing, you are only a balled fist. yr aching hand, my broken spine, the bags that hang beneath yr eyes are nothing to this certain brand of suit. i have no desire to become you. but have yr way until i come to. mechanical humanity. look down on us with scorn. how dare you all share the same nerve to be born? slaughter the poet inside and chastise all the mirth. our vague promise over all that which gives you worth. i have no desire to become you. but have yr way until i come to.
Track Name: Lesson to Learn
how long have i loved you? how long have you known? how long have you been here? how long on your own? and i wanna tell you you’ve been on my mind, but you’ve gotta promise that you’re gonna stick by my side. how much you will you miss me when i am away? how much will you kiss me when i’m home to stay? and i wanna tell you you’ve been on my mind, but you’ve gotta promise that you’re gonna stick by my side. it’s a tug and a pull and a squeeze and a twist and a turn and a night and a goal and a breeze and a kiss and a burn and the sight of the snow in the trees and a lesson to learn in the night!
Track Name: Instant Coffee
oh taliana, break me from my brain. i'll never get away from these here ramblings. always a serf to my own ways. yr better off inside. instant coffee mix never did hurt a soul in all its time. now all my hairs are gray and i'm not here anyway. all preconditioned to feel this way (though its probably ok). less of a human being; "what do you mean 'no'? this thought doesn't consume all of yr day?" i guess i'm just not them. locked door, pen, paper,
hummus, potential unlocked through chemical aid. priority is straight. it's fluctuating everyday. off everything today. all my urges are castaways. they cry out in the night, but no one seems to hear when they say "hold me" as as i turn. no longer yearn. you lost me round the time that i figured out how to learn.
Track Name: Junior
...and i tell my friends to call me again, but they don’t hear a word i say. it’s comin’ back around, and i’m not leaving town, so tell me what you need. everybody’s gotta feed. don’t waste your time. and i tell my dad to stop feelin’ bad, but he don’t hear a word i say. don’t waste your time. and i tell this town i won’t stick around, but it don’t hear a word i say.