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Relics Of The Past.

by Balzy

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released August 19, 2014

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Balzy Chicago, Illinois

MY NAME IS M. BALZEKAS. THIS IS MY SOLO WORK. I ALSO PLAY IN:
521 BRIAR
HANK FUZZ
DEMOLITION
PRODIGAL SALAD
BELLOWS (Chi)

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Track Name: BEHIND THE REMBRANDT IS WHERE I KISSED UR AUNT. [Best Friend] (2014)
On a wall, in a shall, you can be my best friend.
On a call, with a wall, you can be my best friend.
Forever is never in transmissions received.
I can be your best friend.
I can be your best friend.

More than two ways.
More than two ways.
More than two ways.

To be happy as best friends.
To see the world in shades of colors.
I can be your best friend.
Hold your hand look at paintings painted by Surat.
If you want fresh impressionism,
I can find piece of mind.
Behind the Rembrandt is where I kissed your aunt.
And now we can consummate it baby,
behind the fake porta-potty.
Track Name: SUNDAY AFTERNOON (2012)
Fifteen minutes and I’ll be back
I do the run around like a
Junkie looking for smack
Casio says it’s time to go and she’s never wrong
I need to get back to where I belong

Lazy Sunday afternoon
Lazy Sunday afternoon
I will be there soon
Lazy Sunday Afternoon

My girl Casio says I’m right on time
It’s times like this I’m glad she’s mine
You need a fire I’ll light a match
Punctuality was what always fit me best
Track Name: BASEMENT REDUX 9.II (2012)
On a cold june night
In the month may
I ran down an alley
Not to get away
But to find the basement
That everyone
Talking about
And writing down in macbooks
In starbucks

They told me not to go there but I went there
Skinny jeans and retro tees with
clutural accessories
They told me not to go there but I went there
Only to find I didn’t understand
Kerouiacian philosophy

If I knew what was good for me
I would have kept my mouth shut
But they Half heartedly ripped my guts out
I killed My friend infected by some
psuedo animal collective
Electronic garbage

Like a prisoner in his own home
Like a king who has to buy his own throne
I was on my own
Track Name: FORRESTER [Lost boy] (2012)
These days are naise
These days are made for sunsets
And sex between the sheets
Bridges given in to
The demands from beneath

What if they’re not my dreams at all
And I’m floating before I fall
Cascading with the snow
Into the iceberg down below

The sunset tells me I know nothing, I know nothing
About me.
About me.
About me.