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Obsolete Power

by Fextonia

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1.
Gym Dandy 03:41
Well you swipe your card at the door And factor the date into primes Warm up at the truth tables, stretch and limber out your mind Looks like it’s leg day so grab a few triangles off the rack Three sets of fifteen, all of ’em scalene Wipe ’em off and put ’em back That’d be a gym dandy; just think of how strong you’d be The location is handy and God knows there’s really a need The staff is da bomb and da parking lot is never full With these machines and your will to improve About anything is possible If you want a personal brainer, this is the place for you If you’d rather freestyle your inner flab away Rest assured that’s fine too There’ll be no shaming within these walls We all started somewhere And one to grow on: 26 protons is cake next to what they pump there It is a gym dandy; just think and how strong you’ll be Short on eye candy but so much nourishing beauty to see Lifting Hofstadter and Russell with a spotter friend Feeling that CERN like a true gym lab rat ’Cause nothing beats workin’ in Now when you’re ready for Level 2 ’Cause you’re a certified genius With plenty of mountains It’s time to build real bridges between us For after pure intelligence, wisdom comes to mind So easy it’s mad hard, two simple rules: Pay attention and be kind That’d be a gym dandy, a warm place open to all Be sure you understand me Push us and you’ll take the fall The staff is da bomb and da parking lot is never full With these machines and your will to improve About anything is possible
2.
Hey good buddy, what you got planned today? Well, as long as it transpires that you’re not up to much anyway I’m working on something and sure could use a hand Take a minute to think it over But please don’t tell me what I can’t stand You got the time, and you can live however you want to Can’t nobody write your script or cut out one line Saying no ain’t a crime – why, you may oppose the very notion Of considering trying it just once and that’s fine Now you can tell me to stick it where the sun don’t shine But let me make one thing crystal clear Then lay it immediately to rest You got the time Get up early, scroll down a while absently Punch in, punch out, grab a bite, then fall asleep watching TV A gold mine of experience waits for you So pretend that you’d love to live a bit And then say what they always do Still, you got the time; you can make excuses all day long Whittle your pretty nose down to nothing on the daily grind It don’t cost a dime, although an early start is best Tomorrow might come or maybe you’re going to get left behind Now you are free to choose to never open your mind But let’s get one aspect straight, then lay it forevermore to rest You got the time, you got the time
3.
What’s an old dog supposed to do? It gets boring keeping up with what’s new Where to based solely on where we are? Impossible to say so far Eccentrics keep to their ellipse Every so often the whole thing flips There’s more to the weather than sunshine and rain And there’s more to existing than pleasure and pain Where to based solely on where we are? Impossible to say so far, so far One single point can’t draw a line Since you don’t know what’s ahead, take a look behind Near-eccentrics keep to their near-circular ellipse Look for me in the Oort cloud, learning old tricks Where to based solely on where we are? Impossible to say so far, so far
4.
I hereby apologize for the foolish things I used to do The worst part of growing wiser Is understanding who you used to be Now to move on with my life Make worthy use of an unknown span Have nothing more to do with the past Easier said than said again And if you, if you know what to change Here’s how: you simply change it 10,000 times My word, it’s a blessing and a shame We have two directions to look in but just one way to travel Behind these fading eyes a multitude is finding its voice It started as a trialogue but the more parts The tougher the harmony There’s a scared but friendly kid And a guru at the meeting place A ripoff of Robin Williams and a general who grimly carries on And if you, if you know what to do Here’s how: you simply do it every day While we all are living separate lives There’s three or four million of me in here Reluctantly sharing one way to travel
5.
Got to begin this with a slight disclaimer You ain’t gonna like it if you’re one of them anti-Twainers Yes, you get better lip service taking dead men out of context I shudder to imagine which sore spot you’ll pounce upon next Hate speech is back in fashion, and it’s fine to say untrue things But in this shallow age We seem to have forgotten what review means So judge away but don’t forget: your turn’s coming soon You’ll be erased with Judy Garland and Daniel Boone What does it even matter? What is your little game about? It’s hard to spot the pattern when you cut the bad parts out Why do you need to shatter A great example of what never to do again Oh, but you be you Jefferson outshone most of 18th-century Virginia Do you understand? No, you ain’t in it so you haven’t got it in ya It’s probably not your style To trade superficial for substantial, though Against all odds it might be Even if your favorite turtle was Michaelangelo Putting in the work to get this point is sure a nuisance While pop opinion wallows in its activist insouciance You want to help - I get that - now examine whether you are Will wiping records help to raise the bar? What does it even matter? Is this course best beyond a doubt? It’s hard to spot the pattern when you cut the bad parts out You know it makes me sadder Every time that some imperfect man’s brought down Whoa, what does it really matter? It may not seem important, but it leads to something major Of course, we have always been at war with East Asia While I fully believe in consequences Though their effect, remember, varies Punishing a memory spares one of our contemporaries Censorship can never be part of the prevailing standards Of any sane age – can you believe it? Maybe that’s what’ll rile up future dander Got to end this with a sad farewell Is it better to make up heaven than forget about hell? What does it even matter? What is your little game about? It’s hard to spot the pattern when you cut the bad parts out By the rings of Saturn How do you hope to change the world in such a way? What does it even matter? Is this course best beyond a doubt? It’s hard to spot the pattern when you cut the bad parts out Why do you need to shatter A great example of what never to do again Oh, still you gotta be you
6.
Picked up a snag in County Cook Near to Superior shore Trail magic safely saw us through As she has done before Fall from the cloud, long-suffering drop Land on the ground by me Go east, go west, it matters not: you’ll find the open sea The waves and time turn rocks to sand This was the first frontier The unknown calls us – going there Is the point of being here Fall from the cloud, long-suffering drop Land on the ground by me Go east, go west, it matters not: you’ll find the open sea Three glimmering leaves at Harbor Point Right on Superior shore Cold rain might well have doused wild hope Instead it warmed us more Fall from the cloud, long-suffering drop Land on the ground by me Go east, go west, it matters not: you’ll find the open sea Go east, go west, it matters not: you’ll find the open sea
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Thought is a vast uncharted ocean Not a mill pond though many share that notion Some things are too big to see at a glance They take a while to understand Everyone’s free to choose their own path But we’re in this together and I’m going to tell you You need to quit thinking with your toes Immerse yourself in the water Cast off the ballast you presuppose Get your head wet like a dog in the desert would You’d better quit thinking with your toes Before you dry up for good What you choose to do with your precious lifespan Impacts those around you more than any device can You’ll never see every mark you make And although the glass might be opaque Are you gonna waste yourself on yourself? We’re in this together and somebody needs you You need to quit thinking with your toes Allow yourself to be comfortable Pondering topics nobody knows No, you don’t have to – yes, you certainly could You’d better quit thinking with your toes Before you dry up for good You need to quit thinking with your toes Immerse yourself in the water Let go of the dead weight you presuppose Get your head wet like a dog in the desert would Consider your eyes might still be closed You need to quit thinking with your toes Before you dry up for good
8.
Men, to a man, talk loud because they can Following the money where it spills The default’s at fault; the factory setting’s stalled And transcending it doesn’t pay the bills This is a peculiar zero-just-for-some game Started back when greed made a little sense Now the river’s been diverted from where it needs to go So let’s swim against the current of events We’ve got some hard lies to forget; please do adjust your set Well-meaning yet wrong-headed mores must disappear Operate at a loss, the profit’s in the cost Short-term gain, in the long run, got us here I haven’t won or decided that it can’t be done So what else can I do? Follow Delita partway, oppose the rising tide Go with the flow, but only when it’s true Should I become bored and fall upon my sword Loud and greedy would win without a fight AI’s fine, I guess, but it’s no match for NS Doomed or not, let’s try what we think is right And maybe the seed just takes an awful long time Sprouting when the pressure’s most intense The last hope isn’t dead if it happens in your head So let’s swim against the current of events
9.
Maybe I wasn’t born too late to deal a mortal blow to hate Maybe it’s better we didn’t wait For the world to get worse to activate There are some steps necessary To help the revolution move along Because obsolete power gives up obsoletely They think of themselves as royalty Expect hard work and loyalty They’ve got no reason to listen to me As long as I’m what I’m supposed to be It’s going to take a little audacity On the part of those who see the light Remember, obsolete power gives up obsoletely There are three ways to be wrong, it seems Making claims that don’t follow from your dreams The consequences of lonely schemes And living too near a jerk of means It’s not like someone’s going to hand us Anything the rules say they can keep That’s why obsolete power gives up obsoletely Follow the trail of the rainbow wind Or wait for something to happen again Bring about what you must pretend All paths are parallel till about the end No matter how horrific or wonderful The sacred cause’s prospects now appear Wait for it – obsolete power erupts indiscreetly One more thing I need to say Either get on or get out of the way Rock star merchants have had their day In their money bins they’re going to try to stay There are some steps necessary To help the revolution move along Because obsolete power gives up obsoletely
10.
You there, long in the blue tooth If you care, you’re far from the hard truth Listen up, learn something if you can There’s more to it than talkers are telling Breathing’s neither buying or selling Hold tight, bear down, try to understand A cop’s going to call it a crime A doctor might think it’s cancer A student fears it’s assigned And a fool says he’s found the answer What you think comes from the lips of a marketing man? This is my life – it ain’t no brand Five shows a year if I’m lucky So it goes here in Kentucky Proudly, I document being a man I’m not making art for the money Might as well bust a hive for the honey My career isn’t going like I never planned If you’re thinking in black and red The profit won’t match the losses If you’re living on water and bread You won’t wonder where the sauce is Doing my thing with a two-thirds made-up band Honing my craft while living square on the land It’s my life; this ain’t no brand A cop’s going to call it a crime A doctor might think it’s cancer A student fears it’s assigned And a fool says he’s found the answer A monk might get it, while on the other hand What you think comes from the lips of a marketing man? This is my life – it ain’t no brand
11.
It started as a simple game, one of many we used to play Best not to let it get you down Everything must change, fly high and hit the ground Here lies a small surprise Though he’s still here with us, we can’t be there for him Why not practice now for what must happen anyhow? So feel sad, remember good times we once had Long and not so long ago And when it’s time you’ll know what you’ll miss At your own funeral It’s still a game, just a better one: Tarantula Funeral
12.
It’s a hard luck, pony up, all-or-nothing kind of globe The clearest way to make it is removal of your frontal lobe So I don’t blame you for being discouraged Or throwing in your favorite towel ’Cause what in tarnation could a single piece of information Do to make a difference anyhow? Baby, cry in your pillow if you want to Then play the one high card you’ve got The only way to fix the big picture Is to be the best possible dot I’d be lying if I said I was thrilled to be living the dream It’s a mystery, at least to me, why we don’t perpetually scream But hey, I’m okay in my quiet corner toiling in front of this mic And if I had a fortune, I’d be faking smiles like Frank Gorshin Puttin’ up with wooden heads I wouldn’t even like Let the Forties roar till they’re exhausted See the target? I’m giving it a shot Because the only way to fix the big picture Is to be the best possible dot Baby, cry in your pillow if you want to Then play the one high card you’ve got The only way to fix the big picture Is to be the best possible dot

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Produced and engineered by Fextonia
Recorded and mixed at Foxwoods in Hawesville, Kentucky, September - October 2023

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released October 18, 2023

Chad Money - vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards, drums, percussion

Julian Money - vocals, guitar, keyboards, drums, percussion

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Fextonia Hawesville, Kentucky

Founded in 1996 amid the hills of southeastern Kentucky, Fextonia quickly evolved from a high school jam band into a songwriters' convention and continues to record original albums.

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