Emotional Statistics vs. Philosophical Algebra

by Mr. Jenkins

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released 18 October 2011
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_all songs written, performed and produced
by Nicholas M. Jenkins / Fall 2011
at Madison Cubed Studios + AVBO Local / Brooklyn, NY

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(c) Turtlenecking Music

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tags: electronic electro-acoustic experimental laptopfolk love songs synthpop Brooklyn

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Nicholas M. Jenkins has been performing and recording solo material since the early 2000s. As a professional musician and ... more visual artist, he strives to combine each of his passions into one piece of life-work. This is his big idea. This is the "big picture". less

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Track Name: Over The Line
You've gone over the line.
You're overloud and neverkind.
Get yourself into line; tighten up.
(This) ain't no disco church for jerks.

Where do you think you are?
Was there a sign outside that read:

"Please offend everyone.
Make a scene.
Come and fuck shit up."
(You should give it up.)

Keep it cooler than that
if you want to make friends with us.
No one's calling you back
if you act like a maniac
Why would you say that?

You think you're right.
And that's the worst part.
Everyone else finds
you to be quite the problem.

Your rude ideals.
Your cheating black heart.
Your idiot school.
Your ugly education won't get you far at all.

If you think you're a god,
Most people will not talk to you.
Keep your hands to yourself; close your mouth.
Find a mirror to see it clearer (you've).

You've gone over the line
You're overloud and neverkind.
Get yourself into line; tighten up.
(This) ain't no disco church for jerks.

You've gone over the line...
Track Name: Don't Talk About It
Even if we could have seen into the future,
could we have figured out how not to fuck it up
and what went wrong before it went wrong?
Come on, just... please, don't talk about it.

Be alone now. Be alone now. It could be so
good for you. Maybe it's what you need to do.
It's maybe what I need to do for me.

Now that time has told us who we've become,
can we still be the people who we were before
we weren't just talking about what we might want and
how to stay the course when things got rough and
how we would be together now?
To talk about it seems to make things worse.
It's feels sort of like we're in reverse.

Because honestly, company is comforting when you think you need someone but, not when somebody might need you.
Track Name: The Runaround
Are you tired of the runaround, child?
Are you tired of the runaround?

Because your worn and flaccid posture would suggest that you haven't slept at all in weeks.
And inside there seems to be a light that wants to shine but cannot shine. (And why?)
Won't you be real with me?

Are you tired of the runaround, now?
Are you tired of the runaround?

It could be you and me entangled in an open sea of blankets
but instead you're adding up the calls from boys and girls you're just really not that into anyway.
Come, add it up to me.