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by Bar Jesus

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released 01 September 2013

Bar Jesus is a new project I'm doing with this 70s Yamaha keyboard I got and an old floor tom (I'm experimenting with adding kick and cymbal as well).

I'll be releasing an EP on a new Bar Jesus Bandcamp pretty soon.

Will Bollinger produced this demo for me, he records dope solo bass music (and a lot of other cool music projects as well), check it out at willbollinger.bandcamp.com

There's a couple of covers! Kamika! (kamika.bandcamp.com/track/lighting)
and xiu xiu (apistat commander)

Here's the formal credits:

Music by Ben Foster
Produced by Will Bollinger
Album art by John Winn
Recorded at BoyzHouse

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Track Name: Wire Doll
I am a wire doll of white
Inside my eyes you'll find no light
Yet I am seeing, still

I am a wire doll of red
Stitched to my neck you'll find no head
Yet I am bleeding, still

Inside this house my friends all sleep
Counting down the hours 'til they dream
Yet they are dreaming, still

I am a wire doll of white
Inside my eyes you'll find no light
Yet they are gleaming, still
Track Name: Trembling Fingers
Trembling fingers on your hands
Blanket white, asleep on the sand
Track Name: Apistat Commander
All that you left you left for someone
All of this hurt that's wilted off
All this relief, it's the oddest thing
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God

All that you left you left for someone
All of this weight that's wilted off
All this relief, it's the oddest thing
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God

Chen, you'll never come home
Track Name: Lighting
You like to say that you're happy, that you're happy in your home

Wrapped in your tiny yellow cage that flows from your waist

Oh you're touching, you're touching me with your finger
Track Name: Washington, D.C.
Washington, D.C. is Babel, baby
And New York City is a real sodomous place
I said, I'll never emigrate west, honey
The grass out there is from outer space

There are packs of wild dogs in Detroit
And the president says we need a monorail
And I know he's black, so this might sound racist
But I think he's wrong when he says we need a monorail

I'd say I'd fly to Alaska but I know that's a trope
And people who say Paris is totally dope
Are shallow

And then I was thinking about renting a car
But kid, you've got to be twenty-five
And if I dropped out of school I'd starve
Or be lonely

And there's a million people out there who are just like me
Who realize there's something wrong and feel helpless to stop it
Kids who can't rent cars, or buy a drink at a bar, or know how to pay taxes

I hope to God I can stay sane
Even though I don't believe in God
Greedy prophets who make prophets
Like, for example, our president