Morphine EP

by The Oxford Coma

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Morphine is the second studio recording from The Oxford Coma. It was recorded live and mixed at Audioconfusion by Jalipaz. Morphine debuted at #19 on the CMJ Loud Rock Charts and remained in the Top 40 for six weeks.

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released December 2, 2014

All songs by The Oxford Coma
Recorded and mixed by Jalipaz at Audioconfusion
All rights reserved The Oxford Coma 2014

Released by Siggy Records

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The Oxford Coma Phoenix, Arizona

Progressive Psychedelic Rock from Phoenix. New album recorded by Steve Albini, ft. Sacha Dunable of Intronaut, coming 2017.

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Track Name: InfraStatic (Thanks Uncle Sam)
Crawled up on the table beat him raw and set him back up on the shelf
Third in line but first one there guess it’s ok did it to himself
Just one look and then we knew
Was the last we’d see of you
Clouds have parted think I’ll join you if my back stops hurting so badly
Broken leg a foot above the rest this ended ‘fore it started
Was all we could think to do
Still more than we got from you
One last thing and then you’re through
Still more than we’ll ever do
Track Name: My Riad
Secular pills divide my time
Dracula’s hip debauch controls the fear
Miniature cleft regarding my
Character break repeat intent to sear
Little bit in now bleach it out
Hit me again, again I’m almost here

Changing you is all I ever desired
But I saw through
Like you never had this either

Secular pills divide my time
Dracula’s hip debauch controls the fear
Miniature cleft regarding my
Character break repeat intent to sear

Hit it again a little bit longer
Hit it again just push it in softer
Lean on the crutch and hobble along now
When it wash out we’ll see who lived longer
Hey…

Changing you is all I ever desired
But I saw through
Like you never had this either

Sick and wasting energy
Not the same as you
Sick of wasting energy
Just paying the dues

As you’re carryin’ on
I’m half discerning the words
I relinquish myself
Into the arms of the world
Laughin’ carryin’ on
Half the things that you said
Split a hole in our lives
Guess we’re better off dead

Changing you is all I ever desired
But I saw through
Like you never had this either
Track Name: Tradition
As political and overstepping as always
Suddenly a feigning of surprise to see
You miserable liars stepping sideways
It’s so pitiful but tradition dictates

That the plentiful and stupid many always
Come away from crisis smelling like a rose
You miserable liars fucking always
Push and pull until you get your gold

I hear they claw meat away from eyes

It’s typical insentience that’s always
Saddened by the same shit it would say to me
You call me arrogant, divisive, tawdry
I’m so sorry, it must be my mistake
Just as pitiful and overwhelming as always
You’re fucking with the bull the horns are getting dull
You miserable liars fucking always
Push and pull until you get your gold

I hear they claw meat away from eyes

As political and overwhelming as always
Suddenly a feigning of surprise to see
You miserable liars stepping sideways
It’s so pitiful but tradition dictates…
Track Name: Grindstone
Another echelon in another line
Flay me with some guilt again, probably time
All of my ambition’s rotten on the vine
Rip the world apart to see what’s inside

Another echelon in another line
Letter after letter become defined
Grindstone spins away and I’m so tired
I think I’m way too young to feel like I’m dying
Oooooo
High north winds lick the ears of rote, and call back from where I came
But all my friends there are long since dead and no one remembers my name

It’s my fault, it’s my fault, but you’ve still no right
To tell me I should rest
It’s not fair but who cares
You know you’re right
Just leave me to my trench

Another echelon in another line
Guess I’ll call it progress if I’m asked this time
All of my ambition’s taking its sweet time
Cut it all in half, there’s more halves inside

Still High north winds lick the ears of rote, and call back from where I came
But all my friends there are long since dead, and no one remembers my name

It’s my fault, it’s my fault, but you’ve still no right
To tell me I should rest
It’s not fair but who cares
You know you’re right
Just leave me to my trench

Down in here like the first time, bathed in some light
Overhead bright illusions shimmer and fight

High north winds lick the ears of rote, and call back from where I came
But all my friends there are long since dead and no one remembers my name

Well then, they’re catching up faster than I
Can run
Night fails to bring me anything above or beyond what I know scares me
Track Name: Morphine
Just make me wanna get fucked up, shut down
Wear this answer like a crown
The ghost of personality
Stands like a statue over me
A toast to its conditioning
Foundation slowly crumbling
And age alone
Won’t be too long

Tomorrow’s too long and the feeling is gone
Face this later on or someday
Oh well
This holy thing asks too much of me
I’ve sold everything for days of well
Heartbreak and

It’s fucked up shut down
Wear this answer like a crown
It’s pessimist servility
And quiet resigned certainty
Shored by its mortality
Old age and instability to spend alone
No hell no home

She was gasping for air
And it held my stare
Self-centered aware that someday I will
Die unaware whether anyone’s there
Fed morphine and air until it makes me still
Heartbreak and

I’m fucked up shut down
The goddam faithful mill around
Thanking providence that she
Suffered years past when it seemed
Her goodness mandated her free
No love from on high did the deed
Her mind was gone
She died alone

It’s fucked all around
Got no faith to dumb it down
The ghost of personality
Still demands servility
A toast to immaturity
Good goddam instability
One wage alone
No help no home
Track Name: Black Balloons
Song withered I felt tedious too
Anything to feel well will do
You look so perfect; gray and blue
Entropy suicide; black balloons