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TEETH AND PANIC

by Inverted X

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1.
brane new world proceed into the unknown extra dimensions
2.
CUT MY TEETH 04:35
cut my teeth against your walls playing god water to wine hear the screams part the red sea let it bleed until I'm quenched let me drink. conduct basement lab rat tests robotic overlook of unprecedented acts meld the flesh heap to the floor and it stands, no nerve untapped ripping skin from its back shed like nothing ever fucking happened whip my back over scabs train for dressage when i'm spent show all you have tear the rib cage from my chest skin off the rest crush cartilage into the brain with just the palm of your hand sling the noob through a noose scoff at the snap hound wrenches to and fro from sole on up shredded pinata hangs in seconds ears remain dipt finally adjusted to the pitch change hope it stays until the ending guess this is falling action conclusion came so fast, missed it stuttered resolution superficially guilt stricken always belonged back in the box it crept out from another shameful specimen unworthy of classification concocting inevitable strife spreading disease to each and every patient pay the piper 2 pence apiece no children for the taking end my life like a captain.
3.
these teeth are pleading now in panic these teeth are trembling now in panic these teeth are cowering now in panic these teeth are running now in panic these teeth are screaming now in panic these teeth will shatter now in panic teeth and panic i have them both english accent flows unlike snow down melting mountain. talking ghost urpulepsy placid d d d d you read that/read that/red that wrong forget computers they’re cannibals you’re not a cannibal Lewis you are sensitive look that’s you smiling these teeth are pleading now in panic these teeth are trembling now in panic these teeth are cowering now in panic these teeth are running now in panic these teeth are screaming now in panic these teeth will shatter now in panic
4.
Give me your heart and I will wash my hands with it, I promise you. We listened heavily like whales under the water down so deep. I left you on the shore line with your hands untied. As water washed over your body I was crying like a mother sheep that bleeds before her lambs are stolen out from under her sleeping body as the sun comes up into the fields. I left you on the shore line, swam into the tide towards the horizon underneath until I wasn’t so deep now I lie at the bottom. . . Now I lie at the bottom minding my own business. . . beside a peeling bench in a blank park in a metropolis the pigeons search the ground for remnants their eyes see the seeds and their beaks feel the withered hand that held them a withered torn photograph is wedged into a crack in the bench there is a face in the picture; it smiles into wintry air happy with the ice and wind that is driving all others back to refuge. The pigeons do not see it. their frosty beaks dismayed, the birds begin to drift away from the bench. they are not cooing resting beside the bench there is a bag of seed, small, opened. weeds are curling around the bag. cheap, hard seed, crumbled, perfect for pigeons. the mice will find it soon. the pigeons survive the winter. each day they hear the howls of orphaned dogs through the fog. I lie like a shell with no animal in it. Keep to yourself ‘cause we’ve all got our limits. Lie like a shell with no animal in it. Lie still like a shell with no animal in it. Like a tide pushing for you, just go, just go with it. And stay like a shell with no animal in it. I left you on the shore line, swam into the tide, now I’m decomposing at the bottom of the ocean.
5.
blue shift 02:37
6.
hello? hello? is anyone in there? hello? is anyone there? please answer. please answer the door, i need you to let me in. i've been out here for hours, maybe days, months, weeks, i don't know, but i need you to open this door. please open this door, i'm growing tired of asking. just open the door. all you need to do is let me in. i'm just a man who needs you to open the door. is there something wrong with you? just answer. i'm not going to do anything, i just want inside. please open the door. i'm going to start knocking a lot harder. i know you can hear me, this door is going to open, are you still there? i feel like i can hear you, you don't know what i'll do if you don't open this door. open it. open it. open the fucking door. open it. you don't care about me do you? you don't care about me anymore. you won't answer, open the door, let me in, open the door, please, please let me in, please, please, let me in, please, please let me in. you won't get away with this i promise, you won't. . .
7.
Hitch a ride on an asteroid. Come with us on a journey to the outer reaches of space. See the radiant glory of the Orion Nebula and the towering colossi of interstellar clouds as you streak by the erupting supernovas and the shimmering grandeur of distant galaxies. You may begin to feel invincible. You may begin to feel that this marvelous journey will never end. May I remind you that this is a simulation and if you actually rode into space on an asteroid you would be dead within seconds.
8.
you’re growing death in me consider me unwillingly staring down a rigid peak hear the screech hell can’t compete you’re growing death in me you’re growing death in me an effort towards the unattainable a perfection that lives in faltering words a healing that lives in opening wounds the denial of an expanding impulse evisceration of empty heart you’re growing death in me
9.
red shift 02:04
10.
tell give kick ask demand for it back set aflame turn your fucking back living in squalor disgruntled, enamored alone and screaming on a carpet of nails writhing, decaying in filth and shame peeling walls leave streaks of black mold on howling emptiness. oh no i'll never be throw me down hold me down kill me now fuck it, done took my chance away so kill me. might as well already killed the man i would have been. peel off the skin and unstring the sinews enjoy ample rolls of fat scalp me and make a natural bald wig unspool intestines and deep fry my heart in a vat of my blood and lard kick deformed skull in impromptu football grind my bones into an aphrodisiac let my scraps be used for topsoil consume your contaminated harvest lets connect the dots from your force to my head on the ground at the center in the corner in hyposhock in the ward to nothingness. . . what? what? to nothingness. . . what? what?
11.
x 01:19
i need to separate myself from humanity i need to drag my face across the pavement leave a fuckin' blood trail let the kids play in it hey, look Chase, i found a puddle! come on and splash with me! yay, this is so much fun! i just want to do this all day! hey, look, the puddle's growing! where is all this blood coming from? oh, what a lovely day!
12.
slaves think they rule Atlantis predetermined agents if they won’t i’ll embrace it watch me deface it. before a thought explodes its mysterious cycles navigate its ambulatory tendrils through the glistening corridors of pulsating organs an odyssey in the blackness as it collects the seed of an idea. From what clouds or dimensions, from what calls or miasma? Suspended, temporary until it becomes permanent, its birth splatters bloodily forth from the now and dispenses itself murderously among malleable imaginations: an act of free will. biosocial factors molested throughout adolescence finally impregnated it’s twisted sense of logic it’s attacking contorting think it’s time for an abortion i thwart it embrace insanity my prescription finite designed at risk can’t know what world i’m in in an ohnosecond the will whispers i quiver carry out its bidding can’t tell what direction the storm brews wind tears my sails waves shred the wood no vessel could save this battered boat slaves think they rule Atlantis watch me deface it.
13.
a gangrenous plague sears and maligns and disembowels and eviscerates and pulverizes and consumes the fractured and ruined contents of the scabrous epidermis of the earth the malignant force that clawed its way from the scorching deformed bowels of the core to the tranquil austere surface in an asymmetrical dance of decadent deception, denizens of barbarism life death unquantifiable abstracts why should i be concerned? enshrouded in the shining luminescent fabrics of mined caverns, a cloud of suffocating poisonous dust groping with permutating fingers at tender petals and inseminating the purified liquid stream with particles of contaminated pus vicious tendrils ensnare soft flesh and puncture it with barbed needles as salivated teeth crush feeble bones why should i be concerned? among mounds on unfurled blood-drenched intestines the screeching infants of the plague fresh with scales and swollen claws, engulf one another the howls of agony echoing long into the blackening mists of brutal demise life death unquantifiable abstracts why should i be concerned? tired of this world these people tangle of their lives why should i be concerned? life death unquantifiable abstracts why should i be concerned?
14.
inversion 02:03
15.
we’re all going to die someday we’re all going to be dead buried and rotting forever it might be a heart attack or you might get shot you might get hit by a bus you might get stabbed, or burned, or poisoned you might get a terminal disease lots of people die every day one of these days it will be you you could get mauled by a bear or a lion you could get dismembered by a shark you could be torn apart by a pack of wild dogs an elephant could trample you some people are lucky enough to die painlessly while sleeping or by surprise most of you will not be all that lucky for most death means agony and pain some die with loved ones surrounding their deathbed others die completely alone and afraid and in pain and discomfort everyone goes differently some of you believe that god takes you to heaven the problem is that’s a load of crap the universe is vast and magnificent and it does not care at all about you or your mom or your dad or your children or your siblings or your grandma or your uncle or your cousin or your friends or your husband or your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your dog or your cat or your parrot or your turtle or your fish that’s why they'll all be dead. (oh no)

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released July 29, 2016

Inverted X is the fusion of the mangled minds of barrel-shape and grgr.

vocals & lyrics on "Hollow Shell" - Rowan Carrot

guitar on "Fall of Atlantis" - Pamela Sternin

vocals on "Octopus Smash Head" - JuJu

Copious thanks go out to Rowan Carrot, Pamela Sternin, and JuJu for their musical contributions and to Tony Atkinson and many others for the encouragement they have given to our strange little project. Love and thanks to all, even if you think Inverted X sucks.

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