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¿Por Qué No Los Dos?

by Leftover Bowlskis

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knirkle While they are all great, this track is my favorite. Favorite track: Solid Jamz.
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1.
Siftin’ through the mud, tryna find some bud Somethin’ get me through the day Nothin’ left but hair, crystalline despair Breathe in deep to fade away Down by the water Where all the bodies float Down by the water With the heart stuck in your throat beatin’ every note Crawlin’ through the dirt, shed the skin that hurts Cough your lungs up when you sing Nothin’ new below, welcome to the show There’s a price for everything Down by the water Where all the bodies float Down by the water With the heart stuck in your throat waitin’ to osmose I can’t feel my toes won’t be long now I can’t feel my nose won’t be long now I can’t feel my legs won’t be long now I can’t feel my face won’t be long now I can’t feel my arms won’t be long now I can’t feel my heart won’t be long now Down down down down Down down down down Dooooooown Down by the water Ohhh Drown Drown Drowned
2.
Aqueduct 04:19
Blue ink, white curtains Church steeples climbing high Black mass, green echoes Inside this chorus line of flies And when the dark comes a knocking at the door, answer right Lest the night, swallow everything you think you know Red walls, yellow illness She’s teething on my soul Gray goose, teal elbows There’s nothing left to make me whole And when the day breaks it’s way into my face The whole spectrum dissolves and goes shooting through my veins I’ll ride the dawn down broken highways Slip in between the twilight’s waves These golden sands of time erode me While silver symbols crash in pain Pain Pain Pain Pink fists, lavender menace These petals pistols gave Brown bread, orange buttons These pissed off pistons won’t be tamed And when the dogs come a nippin’ at your heels Empathy starts to bloom when you find out how shit feels Feels Feels
3.
Out there on the lawn, out there all alone Out there on the lawn, out there all along And I can see them, and they can feel me But I won’t eat them, cause they could kill me They could kill me A sweaty summer day, a copper penny taste And when the flowers die, will they all be replaced I really hope they will, hold my breath until I’m breathing only smoke, and then I’ll finally chill Out OUT THERE ON THE LAWN OUT THERE ALL ALONE OUT THERE ON THE LAWN OUT THERE ALL ALONG A SWEATY SUMMER DAY A COPPER PENNY TASTE AND WHEN THE FLOWERS DIE WILL THEY ALL BE REPLACED I really hope they will I really hope they will Hmm hmm hmm hmmmmm Hmm hmm hmm hmmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm hmmm Hmm hmm hmm hmmm hmmm Out there on the lawn, a sea of perfect clones We bathed in glory’s yawn, mowed down before we’re grown And I could see them, and they could feel me But if I ate them, what would that make me? A flap before the fall, incense and alcohol Center the spiral on the mantra that begot it all I’ve heard it all before, what justifies a war When all the earth is razed what’s left beyond that door? He told me I had to clean my plate Tend to the garden for our freedom’s fate OUT THERE ON THE LAWN OUT THERE ALL ALONE OUT THERE ON THE LAWN OUT THERE ALL ALONE AND I CAN SEE THEM, AND THEY CAN FEEL ME BUT I WON’T EAT THEM CAUSE THEY COULD KILL ME A SWEATY SUMMER DAY A COPPER PENNY TASTE AND WHEN THE FLOWERS DIE WILL THEY ALL BE REPLACED I REALLY HOPE THEY WILL I’LL HOLD MY BREATH UNTIL I’M BREATHING ONLY SMOKE AND THEN I’LL FINALLY Chill Out
4.
Dichotomy 04:15
Atomic flashback cutting to The shots you fired knocking back your salted wounds This evidence of twinning truths Alien-nation from the one I thought I knew We consume the world in stereoscopy Anaglyphic lense the picture is faulty Filtered out in shades of red and blue Cyclopic debate exchange come to find There’s something deeper here than point of view You Like a broken record you’re “not but” Like a broken record you’re “not but” Like a broken record you’re “not but” There’s no I in but but there is a U There’s no I in but but there is a you Cut ties and zoom out to reveal A super-massive asshole foaming with divisive zeal Stuck in self-righteous serenade I’m sick and tired of the way the game is played We consume the world in stereoscopy Anaglyphic lense the picture is faulty Filtered out in shades of red and blue Cyclopic debate exchange come to find There’s something deeper here than point of view You Like a broken record you’re “not but” Like a broken record you’re “not but” Like a broken record you’re “not but” There’s no I in but but there is a U There’s no I in but but there is a you You can laugh if you want to You can pay hashtags no mind But if ignorance is your intent then don’t pretend that you’re a friend of mine You can go where you want to Crossing each and every backwards line But we’d rather keep on tryna build a better world than watch you stick your head up your behind Oh, what a funny world it is When everybody in the party does the best they can to convince us that they care about their fellow man And oh, what a funny world it is With all its -isms and it’s constant flow of phobic flair Wake up every morning just to spin the wheel of thoughts and prayers Cause there’s nothing else that we can do but sit and stare And oh, what a fucked up world That poisons all its children and then takes away their words FUCK TRUMP, FUCK ICE FUCK TRUMP, FUCK ICE FUCK TRUMP, FUCK ICE THE BODY COUNT’S ON YOUR DEVICE.
5.
T-Break 03:48
Tender tendrils from my face Vanish swiftly into space Leaving traces where they go Of the sweetest earth can grow And that was so long ago But you best believe That I made it This far on my own I need it I want it Can’t wait til I get back on it And that was so long ago But you best believe that I made it This far on my own Days are falling Walls will break Hear the calling No mistake Feel it curling up my legs I’m engulfed in flames But it’s always so much better When you can survive the break It’s always so much better, yeah It’s always so much better When you can survive the break And that was so long ago But you best believe That I made it This far on my own
6.
Blunt 01:50
When the blunt isn’t blunt enough And when the drank isn’t drank enough And when the high isn’t high enough And when the low isn’t low enough Woah Pick it up! (gibberish resembling pick it up 7 more times) And go! When the dank isn’t dank enough And when the ska hasn’t been, pick it up And when the bass hasn’t dropped down low And when you’re all out of Tapatio Woah Pick it up! (gibberish resembling pick it up 7 more times) And go! Meow? Woof. 123 go! Woah!
7.
Solid Jamz 03:59
I’ve been lookin’ over my shoulder Afraid of what I’ll find Got me feelin’ so paranoid I think I’m losin’ my mind Oh can’t you see It was only a little tree The future’s lookin’ bleak Out at night wearin’ a hoodie The system’s so corrupt Trust a cop you’ll be fucked Oh can’t you see Drivin' around downtown A memorial every other block Those shots hit so close now Don’t wanna hear those guns cocked Oh can’t you see It was only a little tree The future’s lookin’ bleak Driving home to your family The system’s so corrupt Trust a cop and you’ll be fucked Oh can’t you see And I’m not gonna trust you You’re not looking out for me When you let me go with a slap on the wrist And leave my brothers and sisters in the road to bleed And I know you’re only human There’s good in with the bad But that shouldn’t overshadow That the state of things is more than sad Oh can’t you see It was only a little tree The future’s lookin’ bleak Dumped it out at a murder scene The system’s so corrupt Trust a cop and you’ll be fucked Oh can’t you see When we let racists and bigots and sexist pigs Run around wearing tights and capes You might as well tell lady liberty it’s her fucking fault she’s being raped Oh can’t you see Out at night wearing a fucking hoodie The future’s looking bleak What will you be wearing The system’s so corrupt Trust a cop and you’ll be fucked Oh can’t you see Oh can’t you see Oh can’t you see Oh can’t you see there’s something wrong

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¿Por Qué No Los Dos? is the 2nd coming of Leftover Bowlskis. Listeners can expect a swirly grunge laden ska punk immersion. ¿PQNLD? is a story of duality, dichotomy, and diversion - apply to what you will.

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released April 20, 2019

Produced by Leftover Bowlskis. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jack Shirley at Atomic Garden Studio in Oakland, California. September 2018. Cover art by Joey Zamjahn.

Leftover Bowlskis is:

Camille Lund - The Mouth
Phil Katague - Guitar
Joey Zamjahn - Bass Guitar
Sam Gagliardi - Drums

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