WAR EP

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This ep was written over a period of 7 years and is a poetic response to the hurricane of doubt, fear, and confusion that is the ongoing culture war in America.

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released July 25, 2017

Vocals by Tim Krauss
Piano/Keyboard by Tim Krauss
Electronic instruments by Tim Krauss and Zach Schnitta
All other instruments written and recorded by Chris Kennedy (unless otherwise noted).

Produced by Tim Krauss
Engineered by Tim Krauss and Jupiter Jones.
Mixed by Richard Lam
Mastered by Matthew Murman

Recorded by Tim Krauss, Jupiter Jones, Chris Kennedy, and Kevin Walsh in Michigan, Arizona, and New York.

Special thanks to Paul, Fynn, mom, dad, Jupiter Jones, and Kevin Walsh at The Smooth Spot.

www.thesmoothspot.com

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ttypes is Tim Krauss and anyone he's collaborating with. ttypes is native to Grand Rapids, Michigan, but has collaborators across on the continent. ttypes is multi-genre and is inspired by personal experience, myth, morality, science, fiction, non-fiction, and dreams. ... more

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Track Name: Apocalypse Horse
You are so engrossed
Your own apocalypse horse
That you would never change course
Even if it was your life was on the line
So forget the score
'Cause it's all happened before
A winner always needs more and more
And yes the lies are beautiful I see 'em
But I don't believe 'em
Yeah I can help you

If your honest luck is hittin' the wall
And all your tears are booked
Before they ever happen to fall
Well I repeat

I can help you
Let me, I can help you
I can

C'mon, with your horses
And breath a little fire and never let me go

You were so engrossed
Your own apocalypse horse
That you would never change course
Even if it was your life on the line
Open up the door to find the freedom in store
Your mind was chained but no more
And yes the lies are beautiful I see 'em
But I don't need 'em
Yeah I can help you

If your honest luck is hittin' the wall
And all your tears are booked
Before they ever happen to fall
Well I repeat

I can help you
Let me, I can help you
I can
Track Name: Shoutin'
We got the daydream history conquered
up with the beat our bearly-eyed saunter
and they were shoutin'
"We are one and a thousand!
Though their lies are the loud ones
We are the human fountain!"

And if ever I could choose another time to be alive. Couldn't- why?
Cause through all the years of our oppression always we've been rising like a tidal drum.
Rebel sons shine on.

Light brightened up and we are the sunrise,
history sets the age of the empire.
And we were shoutin'
"They are one we are thousands!
Though their lies are the loud ones
We are the human fountain!"

A dreamer you could call be but you know I'm not the only one now.
The power of two. Two to the power of people like you.

What do the kings know of the poor man's lives and their trials and all of their dreams and
pullin' the weeds out of their gardens-
"Sick and dyin' those are their problems"-
you villains,
when will you have enough?

What are we for?
What is our message?
Solidarity forever.
And humanist ethic[s].

Oh and if the timer were to run us out
and we were all to die upon the burning bough
I won't regret we tried, I know, we tried with love
Cause just to be aliven the odds the odds the odds.

How We miss you Martin, Mahandas, George, and John. Abraham, Vinccetti, Sacco, Jesus on.

What are we for?
What is our message?
Solidarity forever.
And humanist ethic.

Oh and all my humans how I love you now
let's build a life for ev'ryone and make it sound
like dreams in past of angels' song and pluck the bow
to ride out on an arrow past the sun.

How We miss you Martin, Mahatma, George, and John. Abraham, Vinccetti, Sacco, Jesus on.
Track Name: Not A Person
The government is not a person it's a thing and man you own that thing.
Of the people by and for it was created for the greater good of ev'rything.

And no it's not a perfect thing, but man you own that thing.
it's not a monster fanged, but a tool for gain.

The problem that needs fixin' is the lies the politicians all get paid to say
to serve the needs of donors of the paper they all chase when they should legislate.

oh but it's not too late to run and save the day
but we must find a way to end this money game

oh yeah the power to the people
wait the power is the people
yeah it always was the people
so we'll pop their bubble

with our million needles we can bring em to their knees'll bleed and oh won't that just be a shame
cause they need us to be sheep for sheerin when it comes the time of year capital gains

oh and the villain cranes his neck and bends his ear
and then he calls the dogs, police baton: the sound of fear.

The law is an agreement made for those of us that need it cause we ain't all saints.
But the moral doesn't matter when it's cash that trumps and scatters all the rules in place

and the rich buy up the schools and jails, while the poor get blamed
for getting flunked and failed out of this rigged shell game

oh yeah so power to the people
wait the power is the people
yeah it always was the people
so lets stand and march on evil
cause they cannot stop the people
as we raise our strong or feeble
bloodied hands at last
you psychopathic kings of wrath
knash your teeth to dust when you at last
see love is something priceless glass
more than any other billions trash
you've pilled under million mattresses
of plunder
oh all you have is blood as cash
yeah all you have is blood as cash
so throw it up like lightning as
you realize to be free at last is
just to love your fellow man
is just to love your fellow man
oh can you love your fellow man
oh can you love yourself at all
on your mountain
of isolated agony
could you step down and free at last
yourself and brothers
others
those you would call others
yeah they are your brothers
Track Name: DARPA Dogs
No I don't want to be an American anymore
bombs with our flag droppin' down upon ev'ry shore.
if you ever wanna notice
all our money turns to blood.
if you ever wanna notice
it's a comin' like a flood.

No I don't want to be an American anymore
'free' don't mean free when the criminals run the store.
if you ever wanna notice
facists chargin' on the run.
if you ever wanna notice
they beat up punks like us for fun.

and I don't wanna be eaten up by the gnash of radio controlled 'lectric teeth.
am I paranoid or do I see the warning signs of metal montsers huntin' down, running free.

They call, they call, oh they call them
the DARPA Dogs.

No I don't want to be an American anymore
our past is a myth painted over an endless war.
If you ever wanna notice
we sell violent fools our guns
And then we act like we don't know this
whenever they use em.

D.A.R.P.A. D.O.G.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.
(run)
Track Name: The Side
Run to the side or you'll die
The sun came up to early
That's not the sun
Run to the side or you'll die