Authority's Abyss (explicit)

by Flitter

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price

     

1.
04:41
2.
3.
4.
03:55
5.
04:06
6.
7.

about

"Flitter's debut album ranges from scathing political rants to a song about mayonnaise. Referring to their music as 'sidelong' or 'experimental post-rock', these two have compiled an album that sticks with you - whether you want it to or not. Authority's Abyss is a chaotic burst of creativity; a prominence of expression and experimentation with no regard for its listener or itself. Critics may argue over the album's message, intention, or success, but one thing is for sure: it's not your dad's kind of album."
-Stylo McSuccesserson (excerpt from the Weekly Theremin's "Yay or Neigh?" column)

"A truly unique expression of post-post-modernist discontent. Authority's Abyss conforms to the standards of musical lyricism only as a means of subverting the listener's expectations, deconstructing both popular rock and its own content with equal intent, yet doing so without descending into the static, thrashing instrumentation and vocalization one expects of similarly deconstructionist genres."
- Amadeus Glockenspiel's Mom.

"Oh dear god it's in my brain. Why? Why is it in my brain? I have done no wrong. BUT I LUVES IT!"
- Socko the Sockpuppet (from the Sock Dimension Daily's "Socky Music for Socky Socks [ah! we're frickin sentient socks! we should not be!]" column.)

"Huh."
- The Quill's Mom

credits

released March 4, 2014

Bass, Instrument Programming, Vocals, Architecture:
AMADEUS GLOCKENSPIEL

Songwriting, Vocals, Theremin, Intention:
THE QUILL

Special thanks to FimFlamFilosophy and DawnSomewhere for Two For One's inspiration.

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Flitter Texas

Calling their often-comedic, semi-coherent, experimental, alt prog, electric jumble "Sidelong," Flitter is a must-listen. If you're not there for the music, you should at least to show up to gawk at how such a thing can exist in a civilized society.

contact / help

Contact Flitter

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Not Twice
Always in the way
Never falls away
Never knows the Way
You'll never grow rice that way

Pull the nail up
By the root
A Caucasian male
in a Cashmere lawsuit

Rollin' in on
His sixth sin
Called a Tibetan
“Chinaman”

He'll spray hairspray x3
You'll never grow rice that way

Emerging from
hookah fog
smacks opponents down
like they're smacked-up blind dogs

Modeled business
model on
Coleridge and Rush's
Kubla Kahn

He'll spray hairspray x3
You'll never grow rice that way

In your eyes
In your rice x 4

He proves a horse
is a horse
using a non-horse.
Oh, of course...

He'll spray hairspray x3
You'll never grow rice that way

He'll spray hairspray
(In your eyes)
Hell sprays hairspray
(In your rice)
He'll spray hairspray
(In your eyes)
Hell sprays hairspray
(In your rice)
Track Name: Processed Eggy Stuff
I'm covered in spaghetti.
But I don't like spaghetti
It's all red and mushy
And noodles are all floppy.

I rather be covered in
Mayonnaise
A white, gloopy, blop of
Mayonnaise

Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
tomato
Swim in, Swim in, Swim in
mayo
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
tomato
Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with
mayo

My mom used to make me eat cheerios
But I don't like cheerios
Though they're pretty good with honey
but they won't steal my money

Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
cheerio
Swim in, Swim in, Swim in
mayo
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
cheerio
Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with
mayo

I'm covered in alfredo,
But I'm allergic to cheese
Alfredo is white, but so is mayo,
so I guess it's a little better than spaghetti.
But not by much.

Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
alfredo
Swim in, Swim in, Swim in
mayo
Choke on, Choke on, Choke on
alfredo
Swim in, drown in, fill lungs with
mayo

Mayonnaise
Mayonnaise
Mayonnaise all you motherfuckers
Track Name: Brotherly Trees
Brotherly trees, it's not what I expected
Even as I reflected on our past
Brotherly trees, didn't expect to see you
you came on back to me - you made it last
Not so fast, we can't let this past

Brotherly trees, we'll sit and mix together
not thinking 'bout the weather overhead
Up on the breeze, my soul will fly so gently
You're coming up to take me back instead
And you're not misled - we could stay in bed

Fucking hell
I'm goddamn sick of these brotherly trees
using passivity
To snuff emotionality
Music requires genuine feeling
Not constant stealing
of your money, your brain, and your time
These fuckers make a lovely rhyme
About trees and clouds, high as you can see
Should be
Smashed to dust by concrete imagery
The city
Where the seeds of the idol trees are planted
Opinions are slanted
And profits are granted
To those who say what they want you to hear
And soothing lies are pissed into your ear.

Brotherly trees, they don't have to listen
they don't care what they're missin' half the time
You and me - we could be just like them
Lie back and softly fight them, slow and free
we don't have to be pulled and torn in three

Oh god damn it!
Progress has never been made
By an artist making art just to get paid
Omnipresent acoustic guitar
played in every car
Driver trapped in fear
of what I hear
Regression
Depression
Suppression
of those who've had enough of this shit
of those who are fucking fed up with it
of those who don't want the NSA
to have their way
The wallets of the one percent are lined
with crimes
that they made sure weren't prosecuted
They're judge and jury, you're executed
And the sad fact's
You'll never hear that
The hungry only get to grow weaker
'Cause the only thing growing out of your speaker
Is vapor and concepts and nothing that means
anything but the bullshit of brotherly trees.

Brotherly trees, it's not what I expected
Even as I reflected on our past
Brotherly trees, didn't expect to know you
I never got to show you how it'd be
just you and me
you and me and some fucking trees
Track Name: Two For One
(As transcribed from Rainbow Dash's "Journal for Stuff")

TWO FOR ONE SONG
(#1 Spring Jam)

Talk about milk, cake, cows, smoothies, Cherry Berry [she sucks!!!], grills, and cars

TWO FOR ONE
THAT I GOT FOR
TWO FOR ONE !!!

Two for one!
Lots of fun!
Cinmin bun!
Machine gun!
Horse pun!

Smoothie = ice + cream + fruit = delicious

Applejack has an old drum set out back
Maybe try gluing drumsticks to Fluttershy?

Sometimes a cloud goes over the sun and it's hard to write songs. If I ever become mayor, I'll tell the clouds to leave the sun alone when I'm writing.

Pinkie wrote a song too!!
There once was a pony who was really fast
And I think that her name was Rainbow Dash
One day, she sang a song about stuff
and then she died. The end.

(I don't think it was about me, because this Rainbow Dash is dead. Maybe I'll meet her someday!!!)
Track Name: Maladjusted
Yo-Yo, oopsy, I'm a little loopy
Feeling kinda shitty, Oops, I mean poopy
God, ain't it silly? Isn't it a pity?
Here in the city, we manufacture pretty
A childish notion, genital lotion
Magical potion

So you can feel fine.
Lordy, ain't it fine?

Some-R-Set, play with me please pet
Know we just met, pool just got you wet
Sprawled on the park, lying in the dark
Hear the dogs bark, back on Noah's arc
Gonna get busted, isn't God disgusted?
Fucking maladjusted

Let's just pay the fine
Lordy, there's a fine.

Lordy, there's a fine. (It's all so fine)
Lordy, ain't it fine? (It's all so fine)
Fuck that omnipresent fine. (Ain't it all so fine?)
What a fine line. (Too many goddamn fines)

Pay the fine to feel fine
All the time.
Track Name: A Likely Story
There appears to be an insufficient amount of stank.
Track Name: Country Matters
You're a cunt.
You're a cunt.
You're a cunt.

Pardon me for using such engendered language
I really don't mean to insult women
But the “c” word is one of the few we have left
That still retains the power to offend.

To defibrillate the heart you must defibrillate the mind
And to defibrillate the mind you must defibrillate the ear

And shock we must.
And offend we must.

Sometimes a good offense is the best defense
An offense as a defense against using offense to defend
Yes, I can plainly see the hypocrisy
But I meant the former verbal while the latter literal
To defibrillate the heart you must defibrillate the mind
And to defibrillate the mind you must defibrillate the ear

And shock we must
And offend we must
In abuse we trust

So without further ado
Let's continue

The parent who deliberately gives their child a stupid name is a cunt.
The man on the street who won't use his blinker's a cunt
Those who lambaste others for their likes or beliefs are all cunts
Those who hurt the homeless are cunts

Your politicians, CEOs, and cable news anchors
All the music, movie, comedy, and culture producers
Business men and lawyers far as you can see
That all sold their cunting soul for cunting money
Gathering in groups to form a cunt brigade
Marching through the streets like a cunt parade
Serving you refreshments like Cunt-onaid
And selling you the poor so they can get paid
And making sure improvements will never get made.