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Solarcaine for Followers

by Shane Smith

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Fastfoward 00:58
*VCR noise*
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Look at that starry field: red, white and Unionized blue my daddy flew it when he drove down Old Fourth Ward my granddaddy flew it when he screamed at the sit-in my great-granddaddy flew it when he killed a scholar on a dare and yet, it's totally innocent - innocuous symbol in the sky don't know why they hate it it symbolizes my pride whatever connotation it has that's not its intention I already forgot its origin why give into the hysteria look at that flag lapping in the coastal wind actually, it's about ethics in the ability to choose our path my ancestor flew it when he did a Mandingo my other ancestor flew it when he held his own superiority and yet, it's totally innocent - innocuous symbol in the sky don't know why they hate it it symbolizes my pride whatever connotation it has that's not its intention I already forgot its origin why give into the hysteria my flag means peace and love especially me and me my pride outweighs your pain my pride supersedes complaint I have Uncle Tom for it outliers look unreasonable now I split your identity cause I don't want change and yet, it's totally innocent - innocuous symbol in the sky don't know why they hate it it symbolizes my pride whatever connotation it has that's not its intention I already forgot its origin why give into the hysteria I don't mean to oppress you I don't want you to take off my favorite Dodge Charger in place of more Norman Lear postmodern should suicide you liberals never change my Southern pride
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Dai 04:46
I let it slip away lying in my bed, bars keep company no need for my fingers no need whatsoever sleeping since a November day last thing I saw: bright lights in my eyes and I swam in the chaos down to the river I go let myself melt into the crevice no need for my body no need for anything and so I meld with the still waters become one with the world and finally let myself go before I make a fool of myself it's very beautiful what you see on the other side of consciousness everything's eternal bliss much like heaven for the populace but sometimes it'll all go sour and I CAN'T SCREAM MYSELF AWAY IT FEELS LIKE FOREVER IT NEVER ENDS down to the river I go try to glue myself together but it never works I'll never be awake and so I melt with the water raging as if it wants to enslave me nobody gets that I'll never be back because I AM UNABLE TO
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Demons wine and dine souls temp them with shifted love that's not the middle of the road instead your new corruption when the Exodus begins again and seven years of pain set in don't think of it as here today, gone tomorrow - it's not that way heavenly joy is surreal to me sexual energy flows aplenty you're enriched with the Spirit hormonal kind of transcendence you think you feel pent up during the rave-up, but the snub towards people not of His persuasion seven years without libidinous occasion if Heaven is unfiltered like the water from a river you'll be submissive we need to shift the focus things aren't much better aboard trying to turn you into a new soldier a new body with energy soaring but as pathetic as a sterile sinner God won't let you get relief or rather, his seraphim in charge of training smashing down Applebee's, pent-up, no release your misery turns you to slowly rely on Him if Heaven is unfiltered like the water from a river you'll be submissive we need to shift the focus demons wine and dine Souls break Syd's mind with open windows you're now the slave of a new order one Schulberg said Will Rogers was forever any change is unwelcome during the charge selfish is the new Golden Rule in our contemporary one-way-truth society isn't that what Premillennialism is, you son of a bitch?! if Heaven is unfiltered like the water from a river you'll be submissive we need to shift the focus Jerry and Tim, this is what you've wanted now N-I-C-O-L-A-E
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Singing a song about Jewish twin Elvises separated by a family in poverty one the son of a preacher one the son of a farmer singing a song about Jewish twin Elvises one is the Dream - the genuine thing the other's the impersonator and Elvis still lives singing a song about Jewish twin Elvises 100% support of Six-Day War thought I'd mention that 18-year-old midlife crisis singing a song about Jewish twin Elvises one's the son of a dreamer one's the son of God we have to sell this story about twin Elvises o Hosanna up in the air, down on the ground soaring higher than my soul could take me towards the avenue they call eternity careening down, my physical form falls left to smolder in the metal ashes the pain is necessary for Christendom the pain allows me to reinvent myself I GET A NEW BODY- A NEW BODY- TO CARRY-
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from the perspective of Dylann Roof: Wriggle like an eel crawl out of the sod I am a child of God but my country's quite unreal gay people on the prowl our music in disarray secular is now okay my way is superior (sorry for the slant, Ken) fuck fairly - they guide us down a path of hedonism, unironic, proud my life is a one-way street believe it or you might get beat bird seed and Beverly roofies and sodomy women are mine to keep keep your Flynt away from me dancers in the dark neckburn Icelandic part America is where we're free except for girls and freaks fuck fairly - they guide us down a path of hedonism, unironic, proud my life is a one-way street believe it or you might get beat I'm a modern Travis Bickle and the world is my oyster walk along the beach boardwalk and I see a world in need of bleach oooh, throughout the city oooh, multicultural Hell oooh, pluralist Satanism so Jude was right with the false prophets hit them where it hurts walk in through the doors ministry through pain effective way of all 81-root gave their all bowed down before their Lord I told them the whole Word I told them everything fuck fairly - they guide us down a path of hedonism, unironic, proud my life is a one-way street believe it or you might get beat apartheid of religion Christ would've agreed whatever people do to forget me they will only spread my name Shen can never snuff my concept I am the Last Rhodesian
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The son you thought your son was the son you thought you son to be was a total lie, I agree, a lie that led her down a ramp to her death, I agree, you pulled out a knife it's alright, the stab wounds are only mental your parallax concepts kill people isn't that a cryin' shame get the big picture, take Hollywood out back to where we do our dirty work anything you see fit, it's an unconcept try telling that to Jazz she's convinced Orwell's eaten her paradise oh my god that's not the point I should say, please parallax the view it moves slower in the back I'm sure His blood won't save you now the son you twisted, the son you killed, the son your concept drug down what if she was a true disciple she'd be on the throne for eternity you, you're so caught up in your hate variation is demonology times three stop paying visit to property law and focus on your endless prayer I'm sure His blood won't save you now tuck job now, isn't that funny am I god of comedy a natural Neil Hamburger tuck job man, I crack myself up don't look at me, it's satire it's supposed to offend look beyond the surface at the details in the back don't focus on the foreground you might miss the other bit there's more than love and jokes deep-seated concepts too I think you're born mad tuck job John Flynt John Walker Flynt John Walker Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
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I love you, Jesus You gave life to me You cleansed me in my dark times You're more than what they say simple teacher crucified they didn't understand the backbone of a religion a little rude, but it was worth it now if only forgiveness spilled over I'd have it made but they still latch to the old days nothing I can do about it I love you, Jesus but Your friends are really fucked not saying their professions are bad but their legacies aren't so hot from dissent spawns interpretation muddled speech "clarified" they wrote the music and lyrics but you cemented the idea now if only forgiveness spilled over I'd have it made but they still latch to the old days nothing I can do about it (figure out the rest yourself)
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I wandered in my mental desert bereft of any feedback, where I met my insecurity daemon sewn all Eng-like to my head I couldn't handle simple pain I quit and heard so much lost in a dimming desert plain I couldn't get myself to give a fuck until I met You, the Prototype Woman Mother Sky's shiny dance erased Mushroom Head and Your Son, with an animatronic bear, took one for the team on the X I felt trapped in my obscured eye I can't get the fog to die now I understand Mitchell's tears I know it's a dig at Rowan there but hey, is Listie bawled at absence comedy is pain on the other side little they know they suppress emotion for laughs - critics sigh they know You, the Prototype Woman Mother Sky's shiny dance erased Mushroom Head and Your Son, with an animatronic bear, took one for the team on the X Hand in hand, we walked down allegory beach around to where I said no more, cut to Pioneer turtle, and I turned around and noticed loneliness at darkest hour I asked you, "What's the idea behind this? want me to go deep down until I cry?" and You said, "I held you in My arms during those times." I love You, the Prototype Woman Mother Sky's shiny dance erased Mushroom Head and Your Son, with an animatronic bear, took one for the team on the X I know you, the Prototype Woman (God) Mother Sky's shiny dance erased Mushroom Head and Your Son, with an animatronic bear, took one for the team on the X
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Circle Sky 02:55
not my property
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Two four three legs give way, heart gives way stop breath, stop thought last - her brother chewing her out "oh, if you're fat, nobody will like you hide you, replace you, trenchcoat you but let's fatten you up in 19 hours no matter what the ipecac does" sunlight sparkles in Heaven where be judged Lord with a gavel, Matlock with wings damn Dick to the depths of Hell what was your intention don't want the truth to come out one man falls, two pop up you'll never slay her Hydra you took away her hands you took away her bones you took away her fat and for what - a platinum plaque?! when she succ Billboard they'll love you, Dick they'll eat you up, Dick you soft rock junkie piece of shit she must stay a tree please look at Ann Wilson she's hot and without meat she's what you want, you son of a bitch you took away her hands you took away her bones you took away her fat and for what - a platinum plaque?!
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Postlude 00:28
I love Too Vape so I created vaporwave
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from the perspective of a member of the International House of Prayer: God please take us to Uganda it's the shithole of the world but we can do something there God let us minister in Uganda show them the Light of Heaven say "fuck you" to Vito Russo all these people with false joy living lies in Cronenberg bodies let us save Uganda as a bleach deliver us from evil impeached God cover our expenses to Uganda we'll sell Margaret Sanger Thin Mints but not give them any of the profits Abba deliver Uganda from Satan and please- wait, his name is Abba?! we paid Bjork and Benny for the hits so they're only focused on the cash God, deliver Uganda - we need it to show those nasty fags we're right 'cause WeSaySo although Earl damned his kind I don't need that modern religion I can be cool by God's request only all these people with false joy living lies in Cronenberg bodies let us save Uganda as a bleach deliver us from evil impeached they're God's rare gem they're God's Foot Clan they minister all the night long Uganda sings salvation brings Kato in chains top homos leak buy a magazine flip to page 15 recruitment's high Bradlee Dean on high exalt Ray Comfort Scott Lively's our king deliver Africa they're black children, God deliver Uganda! deliver Uganda! deliver Uganda! deliver Uganda! deliver Uganda I thrust my hands to feel up to Heavenly skies a vapid gesture renown deliver Uganda I lieft my voice prostrate I'm your Garth Algar you're Furnier if he weren't acting Furnier if he weren't acting please deliver Uganda (blah blah blah Aelita is Franz Hopper's daughter blah blah blah FEZ II is canceled goodbye)
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from the perspective of a homophobe: Good weather for an airstrike bullets rain on the twin cities Lot's wife, flooded by nostalgia, turned and saw the light the nuclear explosion calcified turned her to a pillar of salt for dating to have a memory of a city she was a part of leave her as a memory, Lot she wasn't devoted to the cause your devotion requires Me to dissolve you in the ocean now that town was wicked you saw it first hand with Mike and Gabe they said they wanted to know but they were hard with vengeance the town wasn't friendly at all because their birth damned them all they knew was getting hard to the same, their clone, chromosome leave her as a memory, Lot she wasn't devoted to the cause your devotion requires Me to dissolve you in the ocean you can change them, you can change all the way the problem isn't society, but you natural sin gave you wrong erection Satan pulls Lugosi strings to drag you good weather for a change but it's not my change God's silent on the matter so I call the shots now golden rule becomes hell kind is the new condescending to prevent more pillars from forming on land leave her as a memory, Lot she wasn't devoted to the cause your devotion requires Me to dissolve you in the ocean leave her as a memory, Lot she wasn't devoted to the cause your devotion requires Me to dissolve you in the ocean aberration sexual pattern against Jesus usar pillar realize cleansing laundry nanny discipline with fist now blame it on new demons sugar, games and music Twinkies made homophobic at least we unpersoned that fag in City Council at least we threw away that boy's expression with a truck let's not forget that premed in that cornfield, crying and Brandon, vacant Magnum head now in Hell they're all pillars of salt, you motherfucker.
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Going On 02:43
V1, first half of the refrain, and V3 from the perspective of me V2, second half of the refrain, and V4 from the perspective of my ex Maybe it's time I should let go well, I don't know it's been a part of my life for sometime I'm afraid to regress I can't go on there's an emptiness filling my heart and I can't exactly replenish it let me be why won't you leave me why won't you let me be happy I did everything I could for you just leave me alone I don't need your misery I'm going on without you don't you pull me down don't you crumble me apart don't you leave me here disposing of me like chicken bones I'm not your toy anymore maybe it's time we left she's been clawing at my window for days on end I don't know why you left well, it was for your good you don't need to pay your dues and besides, I don't know you let's just listen to old records and move on with your life but that's the problem your music conjures your spirit I can't shun you but I can't see you anymore I'm some pathetic piece of shit and you, well, you're you have you done enough damage have you already ruined my life don't you leave me here disposing of me like chicken bones I'm not your toy anymore maybe it's time we left
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Segue Carlos 00:36
Apples of the Silver Segue Seguebahn Seguecorn Music for Seguemarkets Seguegerine Dream Segue pun goes here
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5:34 in the evening just another terrible day they say that I hate God but I know God loves me He's in space, all wide-eyed looking at the violence his in vain all the hate, too much blood too many half-assed message songs could you calm the fuck down when women control and men kiss men your shtick is so fucking old you sound like a retard the world is becoming right everybody else is wrong oppression and whoredom people take folk tales too seriously a book club now battles against gung-ho cocksuckers I doubt Jesus and Mohammed would like this their dreams burnt by our neurotype could you calm the fuck down when women control and men kiss men your shtick is so fucking old you sound like a retard turn on the news to hear good things Bill's on the radio, screaming at Jeremy Hannity's stabbing Colmes in the lungs and I'm about to fall apart even Ron lies in this day and age our hope has become another greedy cunt America is run on so much hype god, I sound worse than Robert Lamm could you calm the fuck down when women control and men kiss men your shtick is so fucking old you sound like a retard because laziness is what our country needs and backwards is what we're going to be
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Bubbles 04:31
Nothing before the clock nothing after the fall would you savor the moment would you care at all waking up to a new day sun's smiling down on me and my mom go into her wings blow into the wand just like the other kids let the bubbles burst on their time keep mine alive as is wow - Evan Dando's right but she keeps me by her side blowing bubbles in my chair they'll come back tonight some of the thoughts come to me Mom and her syrup every night what did Daddy say again nevermind - just let the idiot be blow into the wand just like the other kids let the bubbles burst on their time keep mine alive as is and when she died I had nowhere else to go but the bubbles to keep me company but the bubbles to put me to sleep and when Daddy ran away I had nowhere else to go but to bubbles but why did the bubbles ignore my pain? nothing's been the same (we would get together) nothing can bring them back again (one day up in the sky) I can't turn to my wand (back into the care of bubbles) though I wish it would work (back under her wings) GO! blow into the wand just like the other kids let the bubbles burst on their time keep mine alive as is blow into the wand just like the other kids let the bubbles burst on their time keep mine alive as is
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For sake of divinity, answer me this: how can You be great, yet be small? why by the Essence of Music but have bad musicians for You? tired of this one-way convo give me an answer, Lord is your radio busted, Jesus am I talking to myself? nauseating silence with nothing of note nauseating nausea my soul heartwrenched dear Lord, get it together for all of us take a firm stand against world pain why do Your sheep kill good people push them into incoming traffic tired of these ambiguities they're people too, God fix your fucking radio am I talking to myself? nauseating silence with nothing of note nauseating nausea my soul heartwrenched "and I hear you, I hear you so well SHUT UP, YOU KID! everybody's eating at me Peter in a mannequin drowned in preservation you only represent your time I am timeless, both ancient I still apply to new knowledge" nauseating memories flooding my Vatican gift shop nauseating apathy I care and yet I don't answer me this, God please say something I'm tired of my gut misinterpreted my conscience is not Your voice "and I hear you, I hear you so well SHUT UP, YOU KID! everybody's eating at me Peter in a mannequin drowned in preservation you only represent your time I am timeless, both ancient I still apply to new knowledge"
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79. Stuck in a rut, nowhere to go talent rejected by the masses she preps for what job they gave her just another day he comes around to steal a car but ends up asking her on a date it culminates in a humbling of their souls now destined to be some Sherwood bandits just another sore in the sky just another mass grave for the villains just another shot in the eye just another good-hearted problem bidi bidi bidi bidi - let it go let it be given to someone worthy fallin' over, fallin' over - hold on to it keep it for the future lives in the world roam through the forest to reclaim the wealth the storms and the crash swindled away another coyote to shoot, another soul to kick the boys can't help to use a bit of death just another sore in the sky just another mass grave for the villains just another shot in the eye just another good-hearted problem bidi bidi bidi bidi - let it go let it be given to someone worthy fallin' over, fallin' over - hold on to it keep it for the future lives in the world fate would come to the Army one summer's eve in 1934 in the midst of Lisztomania they fell down to the ground one had a deal to live or to die took the life and gave up the fame isolated road, red on the dirt life running slow from their pores just another sore in the sky just another mass grave for the villains just another shot in the eye just another good-hearted problem bidi bidi bidi bidi - let it go let it be given to someone worthy fallin' over, fallin' over - hold on to it keep it for the future lives in the world
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This is a praise song how do I begin? compare Your love to something stereotypically majestic some people in the front row raise their hands to Heaven but enough of the phenomena all I want is You who gives a damn about the world? let's leave it in disrepair because Heaven's all that matters everything else is malproper "This is a praise song," people sing in corporate praise saying tired proverbs and clichés as if God has no ear for talent He probably has a catalog of this feel-good bullshit filed under, "why in the fuck did I create humanity?" who gives a damn about the world? let's leave it in disrepair because Heaven's all that matters everything else is malproper those liberal libtards trying to protect this den of thieves from idle hands they're worthless, worthless - all God wants is 2281 to happen He's nothing more than a Bethesda nut and frankly, we should be too with images of the bloody Christ shooting up through our fucking veins I give a damn about the world! I can't leave it in disrepair Heaven's never mattered everything else is proper please give a damn about the world! can't leave it in disrepair! Heaven never fucking mattered it doesn't exist at all it's just a state of mind!

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Conceived over the course of three years, Solarcaine for Followers is my foray into Christian rock - or, rather, Christian rock the way I'd do it.

Trigger warning: everything. No, I'm serious.

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released September 15, 2015

Music and lyrics by Shane Smith.

Shane Smith plays all instruments.

Written from December 2010 to August 2015 in Dahlonega, Georgia and Oxford, Georgia

Recorded from May to September 2015 in Oxford, Georgia

Dedicated in memory of Shonna Smith.

A light -7 - Deathony Gripstano

Good album - Cal Chuchesta

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