"office chair" by xtevion

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A conceptual album based on the instructions for a generic office chair. Ironically the instructions and the idea were carried around for a year and the chair broke shortly after recording began. The actual casters from said broken chair created the opening sound sequence. Each piece took it's inspiration from a name of one of the chair's parts.

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released January 21, 2004

all sounds created and/or assembled by Xtevion
mastered by tapecaserhansmall

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Schizopolitans Reno, Nevada

Reno, Nevada's premier Avant-Rock combo since 2004.
Schizopolitans make movies in your mind.
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Track Name: casters
I’ll tell you what I need to keep living. The writing’s on the wall of the “survival dome”. Hidden in the wall is the real world. On the other side I will make my home. Now roll out of bounds. Roll out of bounds with me. Don’t want to live my life on a wheel well. That’s no kind of mold to be in. Call it what you will, but I can’t stay here. I’m a ship in the harbor. I’ll roll and I’ll roll. I’ll roll and I’ll roll on out of here. I’ll roll and I’ll roll .I’ll roll and I’ll roll away. I don’t need a well to keep wishing, without understanding the distant time. If you were in the dark would you be so wise? Would you see that thorn was in my side? I’ll roll and I’ll roll away. Are we in a song or a movie? Well...I’ll be leaving dust in the road. Is there anything left to tempt me? Am I missing out or just missing my self? I’ll roll and I’ll roll away. I’m only looking for more breathing space. Or am I just indulging a sense of taste? I recognize the lines on the face of Fate. But when I disappear who will take my place? I’ll roll and I’ll roll and I’ll roll .I’ll roll and I’ll roll away
Track Name: chair base
You woke up looking at the dumb box and they were speaking in Italian. You don’t understand a word, but the volume’s at eleven. And you can’t change the channel fast enough to keep your mind alive. You’re wasting away another wasted day. You don’t even recognize your life. Yeah, you’re not the only one whose spirit’s broken. You breed your daughters and sons with indecision and blurry vision. Five hundred ways to nowhere at all while you’re sitting in your favorite chair. And you rule the home by remote control and a frozen homeless stare. Philo and Vladimir never would have imagined that it wouldn’t be too long before their invention became obsession. And the UV makes you goofy and you’re living on stolen dreams. Whenever you’re not fast asleep, you’re plastered to that screen. You can eat there. You can sleep there. If you stay there you will die there. And the Cathode Ray Tube eats your brain. Television is your religion. Television is your religion. And the Cathode Ray Tube eats your brain.
Track Name: telescope cover
With one eye and one hand your universe expands like a book in some strange language revealing the distant pages. With one eye and one hand, what once was a blur becomes as clear as a finger on the hand as it traces through the sand making circles around what you don’t understand. Through the lenses of a telescope you can see everything and never get too close. Through the lenses of a telescope you can be anything and never get too close. With one hand and one eye, the seconds dissolve into the dust. You’re like a clock that has no face. If there’s no time to waste, then how can you possibly waste it? With one hand and one eye you can grasp the what and where, but you’ll never know the why. Every line on every face. Every smell and every taste. You have all the time it takes to clarify those distant shapes. Everything you know. Everywhere you go. Everything you do is every part of you. You’re protected by the spaces in between and you’re contented that you never will be seen. No one will know you so you can’t be harmed and you can be just who you are. Through the lenses of a telescope you can see everything and never get too close. Through the lenses of a telescope you can be anything and never get too close.
Track Name: seat cushion
The sky is my landlord and I’ll seize the day. I’m an exclamation with a silver base. How can I save my soul waiting in a line if I’m truly living on borrowed time? I’ve got my seat cushion and I’ll fall away! I’m a boiler full of reckless abandon and I’m not ashamed to kick the others out of the way. I’ll shake my fists and I’ll scrunch my face. I’ve got a sure-fire way to get ahead in the race. I’ve got my seat cushion and I’ll fall away! And I’ll throw that monkey off my back. It wasn’t long ago when I was terrorized by a certain future in a certain place. I sold my fears for a thousand dimes and I’m an exclamation with a silver base. I’ve got my seat cushion and I’ll fall away! If you see me coming you better run away. Inhibitions are thrown away and I’m an exclamation with a silver base. So many doors to open the doors. So many doors in my life. I’ve got my seat cushion and I’ll fall away! And I’ll throw the logs on the fire I made. I’ve got my seat cushion and I’ll fall away! Yeah I’m an exclamation with a silver base!
Track Name: seat plate
I’ll tear my soul in rows. Anything to keep you safe. Tell me what to do, I’ll do it. What to say’ I’ll say it. I’ll tear my soul in rows to accommodate your every wish. Hold my hand and I’ll hold the rope and cover you with luster. And as the sun falls down the hill, I’ll be here working for you still. Deep waters may choke us and throw away the bones, but I’ll be here working for you still. I’ll camp myself on the line in every way. And you won’t have to be afraid. When the fodder hits the fan, I’ll be spinning lines again like a spider on fire. I’m a liar! And I’ll hold my head so low that nobody will know I’m covering for you. And I’ll hold my head so low that nobody will know I’m covering for you. Seat plate I am. Your seat plate I am. I am your seat plate. Seat plate I am.
Track Name: 1/4"x1" screws
People can be so sour and people can become walls. I know what I need and I Know what I’ve got and I’ll endeavor to get what I want. Can’t you see I’m on the right track? I never know when to look back. I’m on the right track, but I’ve been on the road too long. I’ll be taking my life in my hands and wringing it out like a dirty rag. I’m like a dog with no sense that’s unleashed and I’ll chase every car that I see. Can’t you see I’m on the right track? But my terror is masked by this song and I never realized I had so far to go. So far to go. I’m on the right track and I never know when to look back. But I’m turning the screws of my life. I’m turning the screws in my life. Don’t you know I’m on the right track? I know I’m on the right track. People can be so sour.
Track Name: back cushion
If you place your bets, I’ll raise you mine. You want to check your path, but it’s all wavy lines. You can see what’s standing in your way. It’s born of madness, it’s born of rage, and it’s a patent leather suitcase full of sorrow. You’re carrying that burden all alone, but you don’t have to be so all alone. If you strain your eyes and change what you discern you can bury that suitcase in your lawn. You can always lean on me. Just sit back and lean on me. You’re injured by the simple things. Every time the weather changes hurts you like it’s personal. But here’s a place you can call your home. And I’ll carry all your secrets in my arms. Just sit back and lean on me. Try not to let the darkness bring you down. Not all desire relies on sunshine. If you want to dump that load of misery, my hand is a walk in cloud. Just sit back and lean on me. And if you jump in the sea to escape the fore, I’ll be waiting right here. If you break all the wings of your desire, I’ll be waiting right here. You can always lean on me. Just sit back and lean on me.
Track Name: back support tube
Another day stands in the way of a passing night. Sometimes I think I don’t have the strength to open my eyes. Some times it’s hard to lift an arm and do something of use. I’m paralyzed and vacant eyes are looking through you. My spine lets me down again. My spine lets me down. Without my mind I’m half alive. I’m just like a tree with branches out. If I fall down, will someone hear me? My spine lets me down again. My spine makes me run. When my spine won’t do my bidding, my spine lets me down. So many times I tell my spine: “There’s so much to do. My idle hands make lovely plans, but not without you.” My spine lets me down again. I know I’ll never be free until my spine wiggles out of me.
Track Name: 5/6"x12mm knob
Five over six twelve millimeter knob. Play this song like you play your lover. ..
Track Name: large washer
I’m end over end but I’m still holding on. With my face in the wind, I hope it’s not for long. Who would want this station and who would make you stay? Tumble my dry and throw me back on the road. I’m pinned against the wall like a faded thrift store painting .If I try to make a move, I cannot break this curse. If I had the power to resist this endless spinning, I would bet your life that I’d torpedo out feet first. The Earth is a large washing machine. It will spin you and shake you but it won’t get you clean. Tumble me dry and throw me back on the road. I’m tired of getting knocked around and I won’t let gravity get me down. The Earth is a large washing machine. It will spin you and shake you but it won’t get you clean. Tumble me dry and throw me back on the road!

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