Strati

by Stemage

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Gwen Sinclair My number one album of all time. Ever since I started really listening to music I've been in love with this album. Especially the closing track. Blows me away every time. Favorite track: All of Australia.
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Diarmaid Once upon a time I heard Stemage's Calling the Kettle on an online radio station and the mp3 was sitting on my computer for years before I decided to seek them out for more and glad they were on bandcamp! Favorite track: Calling the Kettle.
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released November 1, 2006

All songs written, performed, and engineered by Grant Henry (Stemage)

Art direction by Andrew Wilson (fourthwish.com)
Layout by Robbie Player

Released on Silent Uproar Records

www.stemagemusic.com
www.surecords.com
www.metroidmetal.com

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Stemage Santa Cruz, California

Catchy, high-energy space rock mixed with metal, pop, and prog - beamed directly from the addled mind of Grant Henry.

Creator of Metroid Metal

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Track Name: Calling the Kettle
Motorhead is kinda like you
Nobody really likes them but they say that they do

This ego is morbidly obese
It makes it hard to keep the peace and quiet

You can cover you ears and hum to try and blend it, but the palms of your hands are transparent
There is more to this than you can hear at this moment
Just hang up and try again later
Give it a few years

Analogies don't come quick for those who need them
I left the “ly” on purpose

Leave me alone

I could use some more convincing
Jumping jacks, a tall shot of jack
I'm ready, Go ahead

Does it hurt to grow that fast? I've got some extra pity if you'd ask

You can cover you ears and hum to try and blend it, but the palms of your hands are transparent
There is more to this than you can hear at this moment
Just hang up and try again later
Give it a few years
Track Name: Library
Liking all that is sensible and defines real
Log on to wonderland, see what you can steal
CDs are dead
Cassette is dead
But you know molting is a virtue, so just let go

I'm innocent man
Please don't point that gun
I'm lost like the cause, pleading the 5th, and numb

Fight the cause you came up with standing on one foot
Here's the battering ram I don't need but you would
Don't lose your balance, you're almost there
Molting is a virtue but you don't care

Care about nothing with my ass in full gear, fly away
Curled up in the bathroom with my head in my lap, fly away
Are they on the roof? Man, I think I'd better not fly away
I've worked my whole life building my library

Liking all that is sensible and defies real
Can't touch, or taste, but certainly can feel
Molting is a virtue but don't go

Care about nothing with my ass in full gear, fly away
Curled up in the bathroom with my head in my lap, fly away
Are they on the roof? Man, I think I'd better not fly away
I've worked my whole life building my library
Whatever you do man, don't wipe my library
Track Name: Luna
Fortified in essential heart
One stare will tear mine apart
It's not the kind of feeling when you're all numb from this
I can't feel the pen
But I don't need the pen
Refined but not - and even more

Luna can't compare to my own piece of moon
Luna ain't got shit on my personal piece of porcelain from the sand

She glows more than I can handle for a man-boy who's trying to sleep
She'll meditate with children
And she'll rummage through he air and find words to compare, and she may land on a noun
There is no Brummel and Brown
That tastes as good as the way you are

Head in belly? Not today
Cause my stomach's ruptured anyway
It's not the kind of feeling when your all worked up
I never felt so dumb
It's abdominaleseum
Tear me in two with your wit
So I can show my friends the brain I'm with

Luna can't compare to my own piece of moon
Luna ain't got shit on my personal piece of porcelain from the sand

There is nothing to say
Track Name: Fabulous Fabulist
Pick up quarters and spend it on the merch and the message
You're being disciplined
Pay attention kids
Look at the stick and guy with the stick
Learn

I shouldn't need your liner notes to hear your gall and pride and view of it all
This political edge is over kids' heads, but that's your croud. Don't forget it.

Fabulous
That one song says it all
Fabulist
You know the one with the breakdown in it?

Fabulous
Meet me at the mall
Fabulist
We can talk about deep stuff

Nice blazing city
Who does you art?
Tell him I said to turn off his TV himself
Don't blame everyone else
If I hear one more song about Armageddon, I'll start one myself

There's no such thing as father nature, and there's a reason why
You'd have been beaten down a long time ago for preaching that lie
Track Name: In Dependence
If there's ever air in between us, heat sensors turned you down
It's not me, it's my minions
The bastards mess around
They don't do vows
They don't know how
They just bitch and moan when you're not around

Symmetry can help you regress in years
That's how it appears

To be only half can crush sometimes, but when the pieces fit...
To be in dependence is fine, as long as your target has time
They came with the package, and I can't send them back
I wish I could do just that

You've got something in your eye, but you don't care
You're asleep
Sublime
But you'd be waving you hands everywhere if you were aware

It's surprising how much life there is in one of two closed eyes
It still moves, it knows I'm there
It will dance when I move air
Words don't mean anything
It's the voice that brings the dream

oz by lb I'm losing my ground
I'll be back
Just hang around

You've got something in your eye, but you don't care
You're asleep
Sublime
But you'd be waving you hands everywhere if you were aware

This moment of slumber deserves it's own tune
So, do you mind if I tune up?

Ballads are fun, ballads are cool
But if it's not me, there's not much I can do
Tributes are fun, tributes are cool
Maybe people will listen if we break the rules

There's nothing wrong with nothing out of the ordinary
[Insert trendy distorted quote here]
OK, now we're ready

You've got something in your eye, but you don't care
You're asleep
Sublime
But you'd be waving you hands everywhere if you were aware
Track Name: Duo
Thanks, My cover's blown
I'm making a carpet Angel
Leave me alone
I'm in the zone
By apathy I'm owned.
I sent my weak soul off in a box or three
I ad to find time to breathe
Can you tell?
All that's left here is a shell
Pass the nuts with no advice please
I know I've asked you twice, but between the dozens and dozens of smokes and cartons of jokes, which is my biggest vice? Don't be nice

You're coming off like a stencil
Damn, where is my pencil
Maybe I'll write in blood

I don't need another half
Don't make me laugh
I've been an inch or two with miles to go
I'm used to the duo.

Hello? What?
I swear the phone woke me up
You see my newest friend is a cordless phone
I'll hold onto it like an infant with a thumb or toy
With many buttons to enjoy
My direct line to England won't be split
I'm wired in I made sure of it

I've got millions and millions of ways to fill up the days, EXAMPLE:
made a house for us in my camel metropolis with doors and windows and a red carpet

You came off like a stencil
Damn, where is my pencil
Maybe I'll write in blood
Crayola maybe?

Carpet is good for thinking and dozing
The fibers make my elbows sting and burn
Through torture is how I learn
I should be shattered maybe I've grown
Something tells me I'll be fine but all alone
Track Name: Anosmium
You can't complain about factories leaving town
when there's not one around
Just an empty room full of dogs laughing and pointing you down
You don't know what I mean

If there's something wrong with being evolved, tell my agent
He's between these fingers
A supporter of all that's bona fide
Unquestionable lies

Do you mind if I stand here and look like you?
Four out of five ain't bad
Some would say good - I would

Overrated like the word
I'm feeling sedated
This is absurd
Can I stop trying now?
I need to sit down

Nasally, I challenge you to a duel
I'm not kidding
Then let's make a pun about sense
Survey says I can handle more than you
I'm not kidding
Let's drop the talk and put “number five” on the line tonight
Five bucks say I'm right

Do you mind if I stand here and look like you?
Four out of five ain't bad
Four out of five ain't good either
Some would say good
I would

Overrated like the word
I'm feeling sedated
This is absurd
Can I stop trying now?
I need to sit down

Anosmium created on a whim
Discovering the state of awareness that it puts you in
Darwin's acting gay
Giggling in his grave
Opening champagne
On this day

“Can you smell the irony?”
“I can't say that I can”
“That's right, you're not enlightened like the rest, an anomaly at best”

I like it jaded, I like it numb
I appreciate appreciating anosmium
Hold you breath and look around
You're still in the same town

Overrated like the word
I'm feeling sedated
This is absurd

Can I stop trying now?
I need to sit down
Track Name: All of Australia
Your baby is a night owl?
I had no idea
Do beeps help him sleep and keep him from weeping at the fluorescent skies and lies?

Might as well buy a crib while you're here
This game could last all year

Convenient, but deviant
To bad it's my only choice

Excitement
Indictment
Immunity and rejoice

Landslide
Inside
Complain while you choose your pants

Bribing
The bite stings
But there's no mark at a glance
Risk is a game of chance

Your motives are drop dead gorgeous
You execution could use some work
Unless that's you're going for
Go for the head instead

Might as well buy a crib while you're here
This game could last all year

Convenient, but deviant
To bad it's my only choice

Excitement
Indictment
Immunity and rejoice

Landslide
Inside
Complain while you choose your pants

Bribing
The bite stings
But there's no mark at a glance
Risk is a game of chance

Might as well buy some dice while you're here
This game could last all year