3X3 (Little Square Boxes)

by Telyscopes

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kellysoria An album as cohesive as this with SO much diversity is a very rare find! The fuzz in caspers ravine reminds me of microphones the glow pt.2? Favorite track: For Michelle Roslyn.
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TrixxStarr Jack Hubble is a mega talent. His ability to draw influence from all over the Rock/Pop spectrum and make it his own is a key element to these recordings being so special. Beautiful vocals, great hooky songs, blistering to dreamy guitars with an incredible rhythm section really make these song stand out from the crowed. Treat your ears to a bit of heaven and check these guys out Favorite track: Casper's Ravine / Morpheus.
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Nine songs with nine coinciding illustrations.

All music and lyrics by Jack Hubbell except "one foot in front of the other through leaves over bridges" from kurt vonnegut's "long walk to forever"

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released October 12, 2016

Cover edited by Adam Privette
Layout and illustrations by Jack Hubbell
Drums by Pablo Cabrera
Trumpet on "A Marc Train Home" and additional guitar layers on "Chaos" by the rat king himself, Jason Tyler
Synth on "Casper's Ravine / Morpheus" by Jimmy Figliola
All other instruments by Jack

Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth
Tracks 1, 3, and 8 mixed by Pablo at Analog Approach
Other tracks mixed by Jack

Special thanks to Seth and Caleb

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Telyscopes Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Weird music you can take bath salts to. Sometimes lo-fi and sometimes not.

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Track Name: Tsar Bomba
Sun kiss
Sun burn
I'm the son of black and
White light
White heat
Carried high above by
Red birds
Cavities
Of their golden beaks and
Dropped free
Diving
With a parachute to
Land on the unexpected wasteland
And level mountains with my hand
Pluck up the trees like feathers
Conduct the wind like Borodin
Engulf the burning earth below
In my glow,
Brighter than a hydrogen bomb

Don't look
Burn holes right through your retinas
Blow down concrete walls
Vaporize your flesh like
Wax drips naked from the candle
And live ash crumbles off the bone
Pluck up the trees like feathers
Conduct the wind like Borodin
Ignite the cardboard earth below
In my sun
Burning like a hydrogen bomb

It's not a contest, there's no need to flex your arms
I will learn to take it all in stride
Track Name: A Marc Train Home
Can't sleep
I can't eat or speak and now I'm off the tracks,
off the tracks
Paint the floorboards black and white
Like horizontal zebra stripes
He's laughing at
But I can't laugh

Hard pressed
Breakin a sweat and now I'm off the tracks,
of the tracks
Shut the windows seal them tight
No wonder I can't sleep at night
I hear him laugh
Am I the madcap?

Nick albrook hung up his hofner and he walked into the desert
If it's such a hard pill to swallow
If it's such a hard pill to swallow
Break it in half
Break it in

half as many strings,
Twice as many fingers
Substitute singers, a thousand dollars spent
But it's up to you cause I don't have the verse
And it's up to you now, the chorus is yours
Am I the sun child blooming to be?
Or am I Barrett on French tv?
Seems like he has given up.
He had no children
No one to take his name
Tape off the door, turn on the gas and do the same

But I'm only trying to be the better half of you
I'm only trying to fall asleep and forget your name
Track Name: Everybody I Know
I'm just exhuming old friend's corpses
and reconstructing them with decomposing fragments.
Going through my contacts feels like flipping through the pages
of a freshly printed obitchuary
I get so bored and borderline depressed
Jeb is a mess

We never had sex
I was hoping for the best
I wouldn't lie to you under oath
Famous last words:

I spent a week in Newport News
And ran into all the basic twats I hated high school
I couldn't give two fucks, what makes you think I do?
What kind of man do you think I am?
I'm so goddamn tired of trying to be the man

In the deepest darkest depths of my hard drive, I'll save your nudes.
What kind of sick grotesque ambitions leave us awkwardly skewed?

You had me to throw away your spoon and syringe
Away from your house so your mom wouldn't find them
It's been a year and all I have to show is this pool of pink
A box of unsold cassettes and some long distance friends
Like hairs stuck to the sink
Piss down the drain

Die, get married and die, get married and die, get married and

We crawled around on our paws
Like we were nothing but dogs
In seasonal sun
Fed through the factory machine
Ground up and processed like meat
The hunter becomes
Bury desires like seeds
Under the shadows of trees and
Pray for sunlight to grow
Sitting around getting old
While everybody I know
Is dead or on drugs

They're all dead, dead or on drugs
They're all dead, dead or on drugs
And they're probably gonna die

So fucking lonely tonight
I'll dig up your grave and go into town wearing your face, as my face
Everyone will just think it's you
But when they turn their backs I'll cut their throats,
pluck out their eyes and fuck their entrails
Fuck the good old boys and in with the new
They're all too lewd

At the bottom of the sea of my heart there is a trench
it's uneven with the carcasses of sunken battle ships
If you sift through all the wreckage and the piles of debris
you'll find the skeletal remains of an entire fleet
Rest in peace

Get married and die, get married and die, get married and

Bury desires like seeds
Under the shadows of trees and
Pray for sunlight to grow
Sitting around getting old
While everybody I know
Is dead or on drugs
They're all dead, dead or on drugs...
Track Name: Casper's Ravine / Morpheus
A shot rings out
and drops hallow bones,
food for the worms
Hands start to shake
Water runs low,
the green moon is whole,
and the ravine walls are too tall

Are we close or am I lost at sea slowly drifting across?

Songs never take
A shape I don't hate,
of beauty and prowess above the ravine walls

Wake up call he's blown a gasket
Core meltdown evacuate
Face is molded like it's plastic
Features strike jack Nicholson
Killing moon I failed to see it
Madey madey going down
Copy copy do you read me?
Killing time is panic now
Panic now
Panic now
Find my bones in a plastic bag
or in a dumpster
Track Name: For Michelle Roslyn
Over the bridge across the bay
on a rainy Thursday night
Second exit off the highway
With a shovel and a flashlight

His gray mustache is damp with sweat
and the dew of april morning
Shrieking echos from the head emerged without warning and now

Newark, Christiana
God has sent a flood
Newark, Christiana
Is tarnished with the blood

Drove all night, you slept at my side
Through Delaware and PA
We passed an empty car who's bright
headlights whitewashed the bay

Black foliage builds a fortress enclosing the narrow road
I should have seen it coming
I should have seen his empty car and known that

Newark, Christiana
Was swept away by the flood
Newark, Christiana
Is drowning in the blood

Now I'm looking blankly at a black and white picture
And a caption under the face
August fourteenth, age 25
Washed up along the bay

Newark, Christiana
I have seen the flood
Newark, Christiana
Turned water into blood
Track Name: 3X3 (The Great Exchange)
Tables have turned
Tables have turned
Tables have turned
I want an ordinary life, I'm too afraid of death to die
Tables have turned
Tables have turned
Tables have turned
You've already made your bed, now sleep on it

I'll contribute my verse but don't ask me to sing
And if you're walking home tonight beware of headlights:

Crazy horse rides a ford taurus

And he's a little too drunk to drive
But every night he gets home alive

Tables have turned
Tables have turned
Tables have turned
I'm running out of time, no longer in my prime
Track Name: Love Song, Not The Cure
Tinder when you're in my skin
I locked the door, how did you get in?
Made my bed but I'll stay awake
As wrestles as I am
I'm too young to lose my hair

It's not you, it's not me
June we bloom
Waits love true
It's not you, it's not me

Love song, drove into the curb
Paint my nails so I can be Robert Smith
I'll give you a lift if you'll make breakfast
As stupid as I am
I'll show you how to change a tire

It's not you, it's not me
June we bloom
Waits love true
It's not you, it's not me

Unintelligible lyrics

Calm down, it's only me
Who else have you been seeing?
Let me make an offer (Lend me tugennov truk)
Sing me a love song, I might stick around to hear
Call it magic,
I'll make this boy disappear.
Track Name: Chaos
Lay down in the tall grass
Disappear into green
Cards down the die is cast
A shadow breaks the scene
Acorns on a tin roof
When chaos finally reigns
An open window kills
And white shirts easily stain

When the three beggars arrive
Stars align
Someone must die
Me or you

A pyramid is drawn
I embody the peak
I am me, I am gone
Whispering when you speak
With a drill trough your foot
You can't come running back
Adjoined fingers of wood
Careful to strike a match

We'll burn it down

She'll pull us into to hell
In a red shoulder bag
What secret letters spell
When will it be the last
And in the darkest night
Smoke veils a crimson moon
Herded in the zeitgeist
Blind to the anti-christ
Track Name: 3X3 (Cessation)
Tables have turned, tables have turned, tables have turned
You've already made your bed, now sleep on it---

I slept at the feet of two deadheads the night that you died
And three years later I still feel gooey inside

1.
Deported from the party of twelve and welcomed home
The light from your crystal chandelier guided me along
Reduced to a lighthouse outlining violent bathtub foam
I ride on the wings of he, I prefer to travel alone

It's great to see you're doing so well, but Kevin, can you play me the songs I came to hear?

And there a ghastly shadow formed and captured the tall
Black silhouette of figure who's head shank into a small
Bullet sized hole imprinted in the apartment drywall

2.
Easter eve when we got stoned
Dead and buried under stone
Eighteen was a year I've tried to forget
Easter Day when I woke
The cave was full and blocked by stone
Nobody rose, nobody spoke
But the vessel and the rose
Framed in gold couldn't decompose
Hanging high above the green carpet that burned my hands and feet

Maybe I'm wrong and you're right

3.
He pulled out a box of old cassettes from his father's car
Unraveled the tapes and stretched them out across the lawn
And time, neither bent nor straight, can't replay like magnetic tape
You're left to wonder and wallow at the hands of a sick machine

It's great to see you're doing so well, but hey Wayne, can you play me the songs I came to hear?

Full moon, winter nova, I still shiver to your songs
July heat the woods on paul spring parkway where I fucked in my car
Change is a necessity that isn't necessarily kind
But death is a sweet release---
the greatest drug, the highest high.

4.
Easter Day when I woke
The tomb was full and blocked by stone
Nobody rose, nobody spoke
And now a picture of Marlese
Is tacked to cork as the centerpiece
Silver hair like the oxidized tea set
In a cherry cabinet
Contained the most unusual smells
potpourri scented the green carpet that burned my hands and knees
Maybe I'm wrong and you're right
I wouldn't be surprised
It wouldn't be the first time
I wouldn't be surprised
Would it be the last time?

All those pesky little things that don't dissipate with age
The farther you run they always seem to catch back up
If denial is a sin does ours count as one or two?
All the bad in me comes from you.