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All Talk

by Recalculating

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Kyle Rogers
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Kyle Rogers This is one of my favorite albums; Recalculating are the real deal. Witty, funny, thoughtful and intentional, frantic wild and raw. The group dynamic is perfect, you can feel the fact that all 3 of them are bringing songs, but by the they’re done it’s pure Recalculating. Pure three piece rock/punk goodness. Can’t recommend it enough
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It's never easy reaching the masses I find myself increasingly distracted I have foibles or perhaps weaknesses It is my privilege to share you with them Here is where I might steal a riff Coast just a bit on old ideas I can lift Turn of phrase, metaphor, add simile Things get tough, summon the rhyming dictionary In the scheme of things there are greater and lesser drug songs Some drugs deserve more attention than others Look at the feathery object up in its perch It is my privilege to welcome you to this church My Maserati goes 185 And we love to work at nothing all day Your pants are too tight, it's gonna be alright There I go turn the page Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the Queen Pussycat, pussycat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under her chair Who drives the wrecking balls into our guitars? You drive us wild, we drive you crazy We're coming to your town, we'll help you party down Stick a pen in my heart, spill it on the stage
Voices 01:50
Hear the voice of the vivisection Cable cues and the Sunday section Doctors say you should quit today But the markets move and your mental space is so Clogged and cloudy water muddy Like comic strips in Silly Putty Turn it up, don't turn away Hear the voice and what they say Turn it up, don't turn away Here's a choice, choose away On the edge of a generation On a broom bringing revolution Reverting back to Reagan's revenge And a Bronze Age God's apocalypse to arrange Keep them coming keep them wanting more Keep them wandering in the desert in decades of four
We've got signal problems This train's not moving No one knows why this is There is no explanation We've got signal problems There's nothing one can do It is what it is What it isn't is on you You will know not when though you may understand why There are no secrets, only surprises There are signal problems The kind you don't outgrow It's not so much "that's weird" More than "believe me, I know" Which is better, terrible ideas or even worse judgement? You know being awkward isn't permanent but awkwardness is You wear your disappointment well, anyone can see that in your eyes I don't have secrets, only surprises
Shell Game 03:19
Well I guess it's another one A shell game of lovers and Another empty ending when Connection could have been Made by a better man I'm not a better man It's not like I don't try Sometimes Well I guess it's going down Like a ship that forgot to sound A frog kissed and gigged Under the bed again Overrating it Subterranean It's not like I don't try Sometimes
I don't wanna wear the dead man's clothes I don't wanna hear the dead man's songs I don't wanna eat the dead man's food All we are is stuff upstairs: broken-in shirts and broken housewares All we become is things on stoops: unworn windbreakers in yellows and blues All we were was trash picked up: half-empty boxes of unused junk All we hoped for is still back home: a mother, daughter, or wife left all alone All we ever wanted was never all we ever needed All we ever end up is there in some lady's arms And we're lucky to be in some lady's arms
Of all the things about which I stayed silent back in the early days None reveal so much as when you're simply unseen in the first place I paid dues, I spent time serving my masters Cliche after cliche, line after line That was when that was when . . . Say what you must about my taste in covers I have definite thoughts about your side projects But it's pointless revealing the secrets behind the magic Of whatever's still lingering at the back end of the demographic That was when that was when I began my solo career Resist inevitable calls for reunion As if someone could change that much Because if you could somehow survive reentry You'd still have to regain gravity's trust I've never made a comeback, none one could claim as such Where once we scaled new heights now I've fallen and I can't get up That was when that was when I began my solo career I know of nothing precious languishing in some vault But if we were to speak conditionally the worst would not be catastrophic And if we admit there were, and if by “were” we meant all of it The few left who might find that tragic are the ones loitering at the back end of the demographic That was when that was when I began my solo career
Good Night 02:49
You and I Gemini goodnight Tongue tied and tried To turn sin to sight Yeah a good night Cab drive alive Undenied Undressed in the light Underdressed last time Black tie Almost lost an eye An eye for an eye Impressed, precise Impossible pride and possibly ill advised Along the lines A long time on this silly rhyme Awake and winding A canyon run and a starting gun Can't be undone Downhill in the sun An eye for an eye
Anthem 03:04
This thing here is rare Rarer than a perfect game Or an unassisted triple play Or the Triple Crown I'm going to scream it loud Loud and proud, louder and prouder than a CrossFit class on the sidewalks of Midtown In the middle of the lunch rush During the holiday season Of course I don't personally know it to be true but someone around here has probably finished the book I have here in my hand a list A list of the greatest bumper stickers of all time Handed to you on a silver platter with truffle oil chips And a side of crispy wonton strips And I know so, so many things without even having read the book The irrefragable reality here is clear Irrefragably clear to my ear And to my ear, regardless Every time I tune in I hear exactly what I want to hear I can use "brobdingnagian" in a sentence without even having read the book I can misuse "quixotic" in a sentence without even having read the book
Like a tree losing leaves I fell into a dreamless sleep Not counting on sheep No water to waste on these frivolous things Not counting on sheep The frivolous things Like a seed in the spring A summer fan rooting Like ice to a river running I see what I'm no longer missing Counting on sheep No longer missing Try to keep the beat Leave behind the backseat Lessons learn like a leak In my heart and on my sleeve Not counting on sheep My heart on my sleeve
First thing in the morning Last thing at night When I'm walking down the street Now I'm running down the street I need your love I've got a heart attacking my mind Retying all the binds Reminding me Of what's not mine I need your love Her mother's name Always caught out in the rain If it can't be the same I could be your slave I need your love
Dr. Spock never spanked us and we suffer the statistics Self-absorbed, self-obsessed, self-indulgent, solipsistic I hate to break it to you, your disappointment's not logical My only purpose on this planet is to disappoint my mama I spent the weekend with the collected works of Psychology Today Digested it all, even the stuff that seemed like clickbait Came out the other side edified and equipped Equipped to manage all the toxicity in my midst The cat has discovered its bit Its own multi-level marketing pitch It scratches at the back door trying to get in It's got a mouthful of feathers and thinks it's giving a gift We're sorry to have startled you You caught us off guard This thing in my hands? Here is my new emo song We're sorry to have startled you, you caught us off guard This thing in my hands? Here is my new emo song
As much as you privilege the coast I stay stubborn toward the interior In hot pursuit of wild goose made weary and wearier Criss-crossing the country, rest stop on the edge of baloney Later on eyes dewy on the back end of a Lifetime movie The whole wide world wastes its breath at every critical juncture Who is this elusive "they" changing infrastructure? Big deal: it's a dam, a hole in the ground, a burial mound And I am forever determined to stay miserable in the backseat of a car My mind is unmoored with mental space unencumbered Who really cares how the Interstate Highway System is numbered? Math means 400 by 65, 300 by 75 200 by 85 Stay awake, stay alive when you drive on 95, or I-5 or I-75 or I-55 or even the 15 North to south, eye on salinity downstream And no: I don't know just where I think I am going No, I don't know just where I think I am No, I don't know just where I think I am from But I have a pretty good idea just how far I've come Two trains leave the station One gets rerouted, the other's really not built for speed Two trains leave the station One sort of putters around, the other's thinking more theoretically Two trains leave the station But all things being equal, both would really rather stay inside Two trains leave the station But all anyone really wants to do is drive


released March 27, 2020

Recorded and mixed by Kamilo Kratc at Soundworks Recording Studio, Astoria, Queens, November-December 2019

Design by Recalculating/Sebastian Montoya (www.noufoto.net & IG: @__sebastian.m)


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Recalculating. Scrappy, feisty, indie(ish). Heart-on-sleeve but not sentimental, self-aware but not self-serious, and almost always grammatically correct. If you're in the tri-state area, hit us up for a show if you like what you hear!

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