1. Satanic Picnic Pot Pie Blues
2. Couldn't See It Coming
3. February the 666th
4. West End of a City On the East Coast of Nowhere
5. Digital Stitches
6. Spirit Animal (Parts I - IV)


"Satanic Picnic Pot Pie Blues"


Pot Pie living on the treeline - looking for a landmine -
Gonna find a backseat one way never coming back ride.
Talkin' like a rich man gettin' fucked up on the inside.
Black coat double speak picnic in panic.
Guests have arrived and the mood is Satanic.
Open your basket my brothers to share all this blood.
(This time your kidney's comin' out.)
Pot Pie sucking on your free time - Devil loves the fine wine.
Bottomless all the way.
Sunny day park time - all about the sweat line.
Done up like a scarecrow.
Gotcha with the arcane methods and cures in the meantime.
Two mile pentagram up in the sky for the super black
Party come watch 'em fry all the goat meat on sticks
And in pieces of pie it's a good time.
Got those Satanic Picnic Pot Pie Blues.


"Couldn't See It Coming"


See the ground coming to meet you -
See all the doors close in your face.
Bring your hope down to the auction
You can watch as we sell off each piece to the bidder
Who swears you can't tell it's not meat.
We know there's right and there's wrong.
But you're missing the point.
There's completeness to breaking the egg -
And it's evident (every fucking time we see
you do the same things over again)
Keep your hands where we can see them.
We've got no choice but to make it this way.
You became the thing you called never - ever.
Now you're confused by this empty position.
All the intentions are not right to mention here now -
There's some's feelings that are lurking around.
Couldn't see it coming down.
Couldn't see it coming down.
Couldn't see it coming.


"February the 666th"


There's a fracture in the surface.
There's a wrinkle in the plan.
All those bastards come at once now.
You best be makin' tracks good man.
Uh- huh.
Time has never seemed so slow.
The guards are comin' fast and it's a fuckin' mess.
Downed comm on headset radio.
The light is not enough to make it safe now -
You're movin' near to exit door.
There's one on left and three ahead.
(Cross the threshold could be more)
Keep holdin' on....


"West End Of a City On The East Coast of Nowhere"


Winter is the strangest time of all -
I barely see what's yours... And yet I always find -
The roots concealed the leaves are gone.
But strong are you - against the frost and time.
And every year when we come back...
You give us more than we could ask for...
And protect us all from imminent attack....or so you say...
Aces high across the board - they say it's something sent
direct from space - There's questions that are open -
yet we keep on moving forth no hesitation - no compunction.
Auto function - soft destruction.
They will stand when I am gone to sleep -
I will be no more but they will hold and keep.
The order says to take the base - we're down a man
But we will shape the face that changes all the plans.
that pushes all the scams Into the light and
Onto all the tables where we feast in the trees.


"Digital Stitches"


Seeking distress in CBS - might be outside who knows yet.
All hardwired to the net - fixin' issues - crackin' heads.
Got some kids - got the wife - all is peachy home and life.
Just one little problem - just one rub...
Fake digital cop for sale.
Above the law - behind your house -
Finding danger all about -
Take to task when the blue ain't coming...
Giving justice a face lift mang.
Sort of like a wannabe Bernie Goetz - just up the shore -
Let us impress - no credentials lots of chest -
Get you when the jury goes home.
No one's lookin' - just the web.
Hey... you mad bro?
You're the best.
You really thought you could leave a trail...
Then just sail on sail on sail on...
Now you're stressed in CBS.
House arrest in CBS.
No need to elect - he'll serve and protect
From right behind the desk he's got the conflict checked.
Tell them all it's safe - he's out there making it so -
Next time there's a crime, you know right where to go...
That great pipe coming right in your digital door.



This recording was made as part of the RPM Challenge.
All songs written & recorded by Jack E. Tar
Feb. 3 - 28 in Newfoundland, Canada

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