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Invisible Ideals

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I wrote the hook for this on a book mark Not street smart, not book smart Don't go ham, no pig farm Got long beard, so I look smart Don't mean harm. Don't mean well. When I speak, don't Know what I mean, Well Most nights, don't drift off to sleep well Trading Rapidash for a weepingbell For a sleeping spell I wanna scream and yell But these Japanese They don't scream and yell I wanna be respectful keep my head low But this form of torture's Waterboarding's cousin Ignoring something Once again Once a Sunday It comes down to this The fall of Mr. Fifths Instead of a fifth of gin Watch a mound of movies Like a pound of bricks Got a crumpled list Full of resolutions a list of friends Like Ebenezer Scrooge's a list of proofs That I've yet prove I've left the country But I've yet to move Gotta get a move on Blessed with youth still Haven't chose the red Haven't chose the blue pill This must be how a statue feels Haven't chose the red Haven't chose the blue pill I clutch that choice-- Like Disney balloon's In a child's fist My hairline's receding I'm 23 and I feel uneasy vegetarian Vegetating With signs of quiet Desperation My grandpa Told me What's bes is patience But patience ends in Hesitation CHORUS: Lucky Strikes To curb the guilt I Lit the wrong end Smoked the filter Segued metaphor excuse For moral looseness so off kilter I'm dangling Jesus sends me messages But spelled my name Wrong yet again One can't be sure It's meant for him So hear I am forgetting them I'm dangling Max Bowen Verse (pending) Marble rye Bartered lives Palmistry And a marble eye in the parking lot In front of a tobu store With a pack of tofu And an open door A pair of golden vans In a frozen stance Cursing choice Before a homeless man Bang the head To Flying Lotus jams Wondering if anybody Knows your dead Got a crumpled list Full of occupations A list of plans With its body vacant proud grandmother At a graduation A Park Chan Movie for imagination To hand grenade And outblast the anguish List of friends That all speak the Language Masterless With no plan to change it With the odds against us And our laughing faces CHORUSx2
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I was Mario shouting "oops" In a brick house Moved to Japan Pursued here by Mickey Mouse Finally the white kid sticks out But still gets a head Without whipping his dick out I prefer Dominos late for the discount 500 yen's 5 games worth of taiko Another train groper and I might go American Psycho Put him out like a light bulb The Lynchian filth's beneath Duraimon Necks tied tight With neck ties below dead eyes 12 hour shift Overtime, bedtime Pack in a train to get ordered like french fries Pondered all this over Mos Burger french fries Got full, left my thoughts at the table Crossed the street Bought a used gamecube Sought distraction in Resident Evil CHORUS: Ive fought foes On the tokyo metro With an Emishi bow I Hone and I let go X2 I fear death but today I fear these dreads more My hair's knotty as a collie's in a pet store A clear noggin's what I'm popping all these meds for Advil, ten more To help me feel mellow High-strung as a cello Rolling zigzags till my teeth turn yellow Up against a teen on the tokyo metro With a uniform skirt to turn A clean man pedo Phile Miles of Tiled Aisles of Piles of Ramen To pry down my pie hole Eating feels purposeful And the metabolic gods have been merciful Vertigo Blurring my vision on Sky Tree The bright city lights they remind me Of that scene in the Matrix When Morpheus takes Out a battery that’s exactly what I see CHORUS x2 Earnest kids Who dreamed reading Vonnegut Purged of their urge And cursed into Working stiff Cubicle Prison cells Confused How a bishop sells Views of the Christian hell As anything Worse than this Im left Piddling Burnt out Stressed And stretched out like a Limosine heatwave Seeking shade in the Giving Tree burning through Coen box sets like kindling Anything Whether four hour board games Porn tapes Or four hours of Borges Volcano vapes Followed by four hours of cornflakes Followed forefathers prolly I forked late wanna abhor hate But golly that Logic Doesn't Work out x3
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Working throughout the week In android auto sequence Hibernating in my cave McCulley Culkin on the weekend That means I'm home alone Fortress with mounted ray guns My ultimatum's making music which Amounts to payment Urban mountain sage, inner circle's ultra vacant Communicating with the muses Through a music séance Vision blurry like a skirmish with Captain Insano cuz this Nag Champa got apartment like active volcanoes Flip through my ledger of time Don a pillow Don Delillo then Adventure Time I lock the doors Lock the windows Like I'm Edward Gein This is what I'd do forever If I were to never die Hut Verse (pending) CHORUS: Haven't really bathed in a while Haven't heard my name in a while Haven't left my cave in a while Welcome to my domicile x3 Haven't felt irate in a while Haven't felt hate in a while This is where I'll stay for a while Welcome to my domicile x3 Laying naked on an air mattress Astral backflips Wearing a pair of black kicks Eno blasting magic Through a pair of black phones Cuz another noise complaint They gonna send my ass home Gonna sit my ass down On my pelvis Stanley yelnats Digging holes in Chrome until I'm full Taking baths, watching breaking bad Until I'm soaked Screaming I don't know, I don't know, I don't know Until I know'n now I know What the east feels like What a work life's like How the weak will fights How to be still nights After beedrill bites How the strong will wins When iz peace kills pride Gonna win a peace prize For my contributions To ganja potlucks Supply the music My eyes are lucid Outside's a nuisance Redesign the rubric Inside my room
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Seatbelt unfastened Unfascinated with tomorrow astral hand grenades Fascinated with the bardo I've been low shigoto I'd love lucy now acid dial ricky ricardo Torn kimono Like Christmas package Was flacid But now I'm thick as Marlon Brando What's hard to handle? I've traversed the globe And stolen The whole art of kendo Ate her woman parts like bento Homie What's the last Truth you told me? You don't know the new me Let alone the old me I've been lonely Now I'm harder than a maccaroni Act smarter and I'll smack a phony Cuz im the captain of the troubadour denomination Product of Obama nation So I'm a changling Inhabiting an abomination So unamazing But happy Ive confronted that I wear a couple hats Show you one Then double back 2am curmudgeon raps What's a bunch of facts To my bunch of bull? More stories than that Rashomon Kurosawa's dreams I might be the next hottest meme Take the deepest breath of collard green Then go to Harajuku like its Halloween Handle Being toppled Ive seen more flops than Daniel Negreanu Eating manju Watching Bruce Lee in a kung fu Drinking oolong tea dreaming of Kari pamyu pamyu
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Traveled to a couple countries How my shadow hunts me Funny how it's the wrong way in which the battle rubs me I don't mean to paint myself as a prince though trust me Still, I took the step you were scared to But let me mention I was scared too But the fear I felt was nothing compared to The thought of dying old Without a single story told Sitting home alone in a single story home No disrespect, prolly find myself falling back Until that time Apologizing for not calling back In fact, There's something frank about my exits My parents don't know my number Not a clue what my address is Teaching english lessons As a means to cash this check with A numbness in my chest With which I almost hit the deck with Could've stuck around And no doubt I could've managed But that role seemed overplayed So here's another act vanished Call me escapist With a Supertramp playlist Eddie Vedder's ukulele Deserter Beetle Bailey There's a murderer who tails me With a sickle in his grip A pocket watch echos Through his megaphone Tick, tick, tick Getting six, six, six In my fortune cookies Growing out my hair 'Till it dwarfs a Wookie's We are just a cast told to act 'till we pass out in exhaustion I'll hold that pose for the longest CHORUS: This is more provocative Than father's disapproval My lust to live Makes the moon glow Nightly x2 Traveled to a couple countries How my shadow hunts me Funny how I couldn't handle when she said she loves me One of the vices As a skeptic is believing some things Compliments like Santa claus or the Easter bunny No more pot like No more God's helper Alone with all these secrets Dug in deeper than a Bomb shelter Construct a bubble Selfish with the struggle Cutting off communications till I'm stone age Barney Rubble Call it fear These commitments seem imprisoning thought I found my niche But living in it felt like giving in Logic may be twisted but I'm convinced that there's another way What if we left the cave for another cave This ain't just another day But oftentimes Relationships disguise it so My power's independent like a dynamo Prolly not sustainable But as a soothsayer I'm incapable making these mistakes and then I'll take em To the grave below I said goodbye I felt complacent in my bed at night Unappreciative of your body Cuddled up next to mine Didn't know how to fix it So skipped town With a plane ticket Hoping to find a distance That'll make me miss it Haven't found it yet And every reset is only temporary Just another stray without a veterinary February's distant But it's temperature Has leaked into my system I'm seeking warmth In this music as my exorcism CHORUS x2
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Meditative On emptiness Transcendental I'm David Lynch Fighting a David Fincher Arch nemesis Plus seven Smiths I empty clips Of conscioussness On globs of pompousness Feels like six feet below They think I'm on top of shit Modestless But no accomplishments So I look like a modest kid Got an honest mouth Like a Modest Mouse More underground Than a Hobbit house Amaze myself If no one else I'll live with that I'll live with that You gave me power Now I give it back Clint Eastwood raps Outlawed Japan outpost Write south paw I can out caw Any black bird I'm the three eyed raven Brand heard Seen more light speed than Captain Kirk In the 2 hours left After work Pachyderm Inhabit earth Like a pack of worms In a family urn CHORUS: I'm a magic, magic, astral Necromancer, mancer People wanna live again Before they die Before they lived Or been diagnosed with cancer I'm a magic, magic, astral Midnight dancer, dancer Take my hand And I will take you to a land Where overthinking powers can't work Make your headphones A deadzone For overbearing Head drones Ride with me I'm piloting Your scrapbook-layover Time machine No morlocks No mordor No more gods No soron No more locks No more doors Or settling No more scores Four score And we'll be there In the veil that lays between here and other Muttered I'm not sures Let me correct your embouchure These manticores are panda bears And the masks they wear destined to tear Let's kick it Here And picket fear And live in lithosphere CHORUS x2
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Peeing in the shower Not wearing condoms Masterbating in between TV and eating ramen These are just a couple things we ought to have in common Don't you think? Don't you think. I've already thought about it a buttload Wrap you round my waist like belt buckle Up here, together's not meant to be a struggle yet, I'm Magikarp splashing helpless in a puddle Hitting the wall harder than a stunt double We could be the kind of lover's Who blow each others cover Blowing marijuana smoke, eating peanut butter Sandwiches riverside You don’t like the crust I would cut it off and we would feed the ducks dinner I'd engulf you in the winter time love Fit you snug in my drug rug love Give you a back and a butt rub love Give you a bath in the bath tub love And kiss your pruny toes CHORUS: Trying to see in this what you see in this Speak your mind Never feel inclined to plead the fifth I will listen x4 Never feel inclined to hide behind A verbal pantomime I'll write until my hand's the kind You put your hand inside If you go deaf from all the sirens and anguish I'll be the first one beside you Learning sign language I'll be the opposite of absent A tad romantic Shooting up your demons like a dope addict We'll go at it over which torrents to download The whole first season of Fargo or Fargo We'll leave Target with thumbs over the barcodes Of unpurchased candy bars and organic bar soap We'll set the bar high Climb 'till the bar's low And keep digging like we're Kissin' Kate Barlow Listen to us argue. You prefer Martin Freeman on a bar stool I'm more of a William H. Macy guy But I can be convinced cuz I'm CHORUSx4
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Back to just me And when it's just me, it's criminal Throwing back shots of truth serum by the pitcher full My worst flaw is that im not so sorry But one man's flaw is another man's army Fuck the camo, I don’t hide, I'm cocky Vibes so strong bet the blind man spot me Adapt faster than citizen kane Let you count to sixty seconds then im Nicholas Cage Another fleeting pleasure at another friend's expense God's the architect So evil's heaven sent I'm Judas with the pen Villainy is harder I'm Bane with the joker's head case only larger I'm selfish. And if I wanted I could help it I choose to walk away cuz your face is like a pelvis My face is fucking Elvis A fucking god's head When I give the digits bet I fucking got head Bet I fucking got friends Whose heads set their own orbits We don't sell our soul cuz the devil can't afford it. We keep them close Like a pocket full of posies Then rise up out the darkness Like a bottle rocket homie Tell me why you trying to filter me, Homie? You've been tossed around like the Philippines, homie Sorry that you're softer than vanilla cream homie Let me show you what your step is to a millipede's homie CHORUS: Let's kick a little lecture on loyalty it's like this Liking the homie's music even if you didn't like it Buying the homie's music even if you didn't like it Play it through, rewind it Play it through, rewind it x2 Nicholas J Verse (pending) Chorus x2

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released March 2, 2015

Producers:
The Pigeon Post ft. Max Bowen- Tokimonsta
Saikyō Pusher - Us.
Dungeon Maps (for the beggar under my futon) ft. Willing- Evil Needle
Ape takes High priest - Art•Vandelay
Eddie Vedder's Ukelele - beatmachineaaron
無 - Lucas
One little Onion - dasta
this little Fury (for Faye Valentine) - Art•Vandelay & Chester Watson
Wrong Approach ft. Nicholas J - The Deli

Album Art: Safari Al
Umbilical Link: Nicholas J.

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