Revolution is Now

by Collapsing Opposites

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released July 27, 2013

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Track Name: Gentrification Now Begins
Gentrification! Gentrification now begins!
Gentrification! Gentrification now begins!

Condos!
Restaurants!
Hair salons!
Gift shops!
Doggy daycare!
Sushi!
Wineries!
Artist lofts!
Theaters!
Juice bars!
Joggers!

Gentrification! Gentrification now begins!

Bike lanes!
Public transportation!
New public washrooms!
New water fountains!
No pay-phones!
Gardens!
Yoga!
Galleries!
Hipsters!
Rock and roll bands!
Music venues!
Co-operatives!
Community centres!
Street art!
Families!
Ice cream!
Patios!
Coffee shops!
Cosmetics!
Craft breweries!
Bistros!
Boutiques!

Gentrification! Gentrification now begins!

Vintage everything!
Cupcakes!
High costs!
Fair trade!
Organic grocery stores!
College students!

Gentrification! Gentrification now begins!

Rebranding!
Authenticity!
New signs!
Sociologists!
People aware of their own role as gentrifiers!
People aware of their own role as gentrifiers!
People aware of their own role as gentrifiers!
People aware of their own role as gentrifiers!

Gentrification! Gentrification now begins!
Track Name: Foresced Spirals
Time is a circle, and that’s a cliché. We’ve heard it before, and we’ll hear it again. The forest cycle’s not a cycle at all, at all, at all, at all, at all. A different species will replace it when this tree falls. It falls! It falls! It falls! It falls! Time is a circle, and that’s a cliché. We’ve heard it before, and we’ll hear it again. The forest cycle’s not a cycle at all, at all, at all, at all, at all. A different species will replace it when this tree falls. It falls! It falls! It falls! It falls!

Population ecologists: you had your chance, now it’s somebody else’s turn. “You’ve got to pay your dues,” said the maple tree to that little fern, “because you’re just a little guy, and trees are falling in the forest.” It sounds like a different type’s gonna take their place, like a concrete jungle. When a spiral levels up it’s somewhere else but it looks basically the same. Okay!

“All of these trees just wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me planting my seeds. I thought I was doing something good for my city by making it green and making it clean. I bought this pack of seeds at the dollar store. They were on sale for just a million point four. I don’t know where they’re from or where they’re meant to go. All I really know is the ugliness must go. Oh no! Oh no! I bought the wrong kind! Now all humankind will be turning grey. Grey little shrubs and grey little bugs recording your voice and taking your mug shot.”

You cannot capture a wave in a bottle. An embalmed body can never be sustained, because you’re just another corpse. And, a rolling stone gathers no moss, and the ones that sit still suffer an even worse fate, like you’re turning into dust. And, water is always moving: when it’s still, it gets covered by marshy moss and weeds and shit and horrible things and the world’s losing all its wetlands! No one ever sits still even for a second, or even just a minute. How about just another moment? Just long enough for a cup of coffee, or how about maybe just a snack? I’ll make you dinner sometime, or even just a cup of tea. Why don’t you drop by and see me sometime, or even think about me? No one ever comes by anymore! No one drops by uninvited anymore! No one has any time anymore! No one ever hugs anymore! No one ever loves anymore in these forest spirals. In these forced spirals… In these forest spirals… In these forced spirals…
Track Name: Disappear
I want the world to disappear. No one calling me here! I’m gonna turn off the phone and the internet.
I want the world to disappear. No friends coming near! I’m gonna spend all day in my bed.

I hate everyone.
I wish they’d all just go away.

Don’t try to cheer me up, because I want to stay down.
Don’t try to smile me up, because I’m wearing my frown.
Don’t try to fix me up, because I’m so broken down that
I cannot get up. I just wanna lay down.

I give up.
Raise the white flag, and throw in the towel.

I would like to disappear like I was never here. I wanna stop causing all of your problems.
I would like to disappear, vanish into thin air, sink away into a magic oblivion.

I hate myself too.
I wish I could just disappear.

Don’t try to cheer me up, because I want to stay down.
Don’t try to smile me up, because I’m wearing my frown.
Don’t try to fix me up, because I’m so broken down that
I cannot get up. I just wanna lay down.

Sing a really sad song alone in your bedroom.
Write a really sad song, and sing it for everyone.
Track Name: The Band is a Scientist
The band is a scientist, and they’ve got a hypothesis that
this show won’t be bad. The concert is the lab.
They will keep an open mind, prove the null, and falsify. Your
terms must be defined; use your double blind.

If they’re right, they just don’t know. Must experiment some more,
with an ample sample size. Play your songs and play them right.
Between you and me, the best results are when the hypothesis is false.
People say that you’re no good – go back to your practice room!

We’ll try to be objective. If music is the object, then
The ear is the container. It gets processed by the brain.
One day they’ll have a masterpiece, with world tours and LPs.
I’ve got the DVD playin’ on my flat screen.

In a few more short minutes, we’ll know what our research says.
If it turns out we were right, we would be a bit surprised.
Stand up by these speakers. Here, take a taste of this new serum.
Move your bodies all around. Let us find what will be found.

This is a placebo. You should not be dancing.
If you are moving, something was confounding.
This is a placebo. You should still have the sickness.
If we have cured it, something must have happened.

Hey, alright, it’s proven now. Record companies calling now
to sell the product on the market, and they know the world wants it.
Yes, alright, it’s proven now. Pharmacies are calling now
to sell the product on the market, and they know the world wants it.
This is how the music’s made: formulae for meeting taste.
Write a song by guess and test it – that’s the scientific method.
This is how the cure is found, so join the sample in your town.
You could be part of the research! You could help advance the theory!
Track Name: You Can't Escape From Time
It’s not a circle and it’s not a line.
I don’t know just what shape it is, but I sure know that time is an
immersion. You cannot get out of the pool!
It’s our dimension. You cannot ever leave your school!

Where are you going to go when all the things you do are gone?
Like forty million hours from now, you surely will belong to the
ether or maybe just some plants.
I can’t remember, nor see a level past.

Temporal reality;
revolutionary geometry.

We all make mistakes – I know that I have failed you too,
like on that one occasion when I shouted out to you, “you can
escape it!” Because you can’t escape from time.
You’ll never make it until you’re out of time.

You can’t… You can’t… You can’t… You can’t…
You can’t… You can’t… You can’t… You can’t escape from time!

Time will carry on in its most helical of ways, and
we all know negation will continue to negate the
dialectic. Yeah, we’ve all heard that before. The
revolution? Or should we just keep plodding forth?
Track Name: A Picture of a Sound
You cannot take a picture of a sound.
You cannot take a picture of a sound.
Audio is to video, but you can’t complete the ratio,
because you cannot take a picture of a sound.

Why’s there no such thing as a still sound camera?
Why’s there no such thing as a still microphone? Well,
let’s call a convention of the world’s best inventors.
Don’t come back without a still microphone!

A sound must have a beginning and an ending.
A sound must have a start and a finish.
When it is over, you can play it again,
but it can only exist in time.

A picture really has a lot of meaning.
These pictures really mean so much to me!
Well, you could keep repeating the world’s shortest sound,
but we know that it wouldn’t mean a thing.

A video has moving light and sound.
A video has moving lights and sounds.
If you go and pause it, you will see an image,
but you will not be able to hear a sound.

You cannot take a picture of a sound.
You cannot take a picture of a sound.
Well, you could capture light in the borders of a frame,
but when it comes to sound you cannot do the same.

I sat down with a recording engineer.
We talked about these things until they became clear,
like what we listen for isn’t all we hear.
We don’t even notice the little things in our ear,
and light always comes from some kind of source,
but where it comes from just isn’t important.
In our daily lives we don’t look at the sun.
We only care about what it shines on.
I wanna hear the sound straight from the source.
When the waves bounce around, we just ignore ‘em.
But, when light shines on things, reflections appear:
reflections of what I want to see here!
The way we understand lights and sounds
are fundamentally different, and we have found
that the human brain is biased towards light,
because vision is king and no one can deny that

sound cameras never were invented because they’re totally useless.
The human brain can’t handle it, so don’t even think about it!

Pictures are always changing over time.
Pictures are always changing over time.
Images degrade and your memories will fade,
because pictures are always changing over time.

If you are patient it will change.
If you are patient it will change.
I know that a photo is the slowest kind of movie,
but if you are patient it will change.

It’ll change! It’ll change! It’ll change! It’ll change! It’ll change!
If you wait long enough, that photograph that you took that time is going to change.
Track Name: Bump on a Log
Stick in the mud, bump on a log,
sitting on your rock, singing your song.
Going to work. Walking your dog.
Put 'em in their place. Doing your job.

And, the days just pass on by.
Clouds drift by in the big blue sky.
We’ll keep living our busy lives,
as we say to ourselves, “time sure does fly.”

There were so many things that I wanted to do today.
I could clone myself and that would be A-OK.
Slow down the rotation of the earth,
just so I can get thirty hours worth.

“Relax, and take your time.
Vacation, and waste all your life.” Time:
friends say that it’s not real, but I know that it is.
You can think what you feel, but I know my heart is always pumping.

Stay after school, doing your lines.
We know we’re cool, doing our time.
Keeping the beat. Getting it done.
Head to the beach. Watching the sun. Banging our drum.

It’s all around, but there’s never enough of it.
It’ll never keep if you don’t use it.
You could waste all of it, trying to manage it.
It’s always on my mind, but I don’t get it.
You’ve gotta be the hero – if you don’t, who will?
You’ve gotta be a rock for a couple hundred years.
Time doesn’t stop for your vacations.
Life doesn’t stop to dry your tears.

The Scrooge of Time’s sitting in their office,
as ghosts of pleasure drift on by.
You cannot save the world,
but you just might save tonight.

This whole evening is on your shoulders,
and you’d better not make any mistakes.
You’d better drive this car for hours,
and you’d better come in early today.

Relax and take your time?
Vacations waste all of your precious life!
Friends say that it’s not real, but I know that it is.
You can think what you feel, but I know my heart is always pumping.
Track Name: These Days
We believed in nature in the olden days,
and there were more trees in the olden days.
We had no worries in the olden days,
with no currency in the olden days.
We hunted and gathered in the olden days,
with no factories in the olden days.
Our God was still with us in the olden days,
and we all believed in the olden days.

But those good ‘ole days have all come and they’ve gone,
and our generation is what’s going on.
We’re doing our best and we’re singing our songs,
because this is our time and we’re what’s going on.

They didn’t have recycling in the olden days.
Everyone got raped in the olden days.
You died at age thirty in the olden days.
You were burned at the stake in the olden days.
We didn’t have healthcare in the olden days.
We couldn’t be gay in the olden days.
There was no future in the olden days.
Walked uphill both ways in the olden days.

But those bad ‘ole days have all come and they’ve gone,
and our generation is what’s going on.
We’re doing our best and we’re singing our songs,
because this is our time and we’re what’s going on.

The personal’s political, because this is our day.
Perception rules all, because this is our day.
We’ve got our nurture, because this is our day.
Progress plods on, because this is our day.
Don’t let them frame you, because this is our day.
Make something new, because this is our day.
The revolution is now, because this is our day.
It’s time to awake, because this is our day.
Track Name: Extreme Adventure Band Tour Booking Company
Extreme Adventure Band Tour Booking Company:
we’ll book your tour in the craziest countries.
The more recent the war, the more fertile the ground.
There are people out there who have never heard sound,
and they’re going to love you and your western ways.
They’re going to love your exotic face,

and we’ll book your tour. There are only three rules.
The first is that it’s not a business, it’s cool!
It’s just us and our friends traveling the land.
The second rule states that you must have a band,
and it doesn’t matter if you sound normal.
The only requirement is that you perform it,

and the final rule is you must keep it secret.
Don’t tell all your friends, ‘cuz if everyone does it,
then it won’t work and we’ll all just be tourists,
like some kind of nomadic lost psycho leeches.
So do what you must and go where you feel,
but don’t make it out to be such a big deal,

because touring just isn’t really sustainable.
All of this fun isn’t widely attainable.
We’re an invasive species coming out of our greenhouse,
begging you, “please can we sleep out at your house?
Don’t worry, we’re leaving early in the morning.
We’ve got a five am ticket, gotta get to the station,

‘cuz our blood is pumped with hydraulic gears
that are powered by anonymous strangers’ ears.”
We’re the Extreme Adventure Band Tour Booking Company:
we’ll book your band’s tour in the craziest countries.
Just remember those rules, and that you’re a visitor.
Go on, have fun, and send us your pictures!