echocomplexities

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in an alternate universe much like our own, henry kissinger became a booking agent, using blackmail, coercion and other hostile tactics to control the portland music scene. when kissinger's sociopathic gaze falls upon chris, the reluctant messiah of portland's bustling math rock microcosm, he must find a way to save both his band and the portland music scene from kissinger's tyranny.

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released August 2, 2014

bangbakc is:
dylan campbell - vocals/drums
bill ritter - bass/synth/bakcing vocals
aaron - vocals/guitars

special guests:
liz kuhn, andrew brizidine, stacey "sparkles" hess, clayton cook and michelle fowler - group vocals on "communions"
michelle fowler - special effects on "communions"
ben fucking spees - analog synth on "it is secrets" and "sad chris"

written and produced by bangbakc
recorded and mixed by bill ritter & aaron clark @ porch couch
mastered by ben fucking spees @ the college of wizardry

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Track Name: the soft and loving hands of henry kissinger
i will have you know
this is a private show
kiss me on the brow
welcome to my show

a soft touch from you
(don't recoil right away)
feels so real, so true
(i've been waiting, you should stay)
don't let the singers in
(my hands deliver a softer touch)
this scene is ours, not theirs
(if you'd obey me, that'd be enough)

hey man, out with you
your eyes are too true
no threats in my view
tolerate just a few new

a soft touch from you
(don't recoil right away)
feels so real, so true
(i've been waiting, you should stay)
don't let the singers in
(my hands deliver a softer touch)
this scene is ours, not theirs
(if you'd obey me, that'd be enough)

the soft and loving hands of kissinger
could not compare to the love dealt by your heart and hand

hey man, i've found you out
nobody lies to kissinger
hey man, i've found you out
nobody lies to me

a soft touch from you
(don't recoil right away)
feels so real, so true
(i've been waiting, you should stay)
don't let the singers in
(my hands deliver a softer touch)
this scene is ours, not theirs
(if you'd obey me, that'd be enough)
Track Name: it is secrets
do i have a friend out there or do i just sit here and cry
for the life that i used to have for all my life that died?
should these secrets that always hold us back be known to the world and her?
or am i just a pawn in the game of a man, one step ahead of us?

i come undone, not for the first time
now for the last time, i'm not here
just for a minute just for this hour, just for today
just for forever, i'm not here, but i am somewhere
under the radar, i wish i was there
not under the mirror, not under the knife
i'm not a leader; i'm just here

oh, should i just let go to the credit i've earned?
do the people who used to cheer our names still care enough to come
to see our show at a dive in the middle of nowhere hole?
or am i just a worthless pawn to man who's never known the joy?

i come undone, not for the first time
now for the last time, i'm not here
just for a minute just for this hour, just for today
just for forever, i'm not here, but i am somewhere
under the radar, i wish i was there
not under the mirror, not under the knife
i'm not a leader; i'm just here
Track Name: communions
you don't stray
from the way you go
string along
you don't pay
for the work we've done
but its okay

this lesson that you teach to me
in this scene
this confession you beat into me
quietly scream
god's afraid
god's afraid of you

you don't stray
from the stage we're on, sing along
there's a purpose
for games you play, control the day
but you'll be echoes
in days of dark; now travel on

this lesson that you teach to me
in this scene
this confession you beat into me
quietly scream
god's afraid
god's afraid of you

don't go late now, seek your solace
in our bedrooms, in our headroom
no songs lately, for the safety
of our friends and foes
you're the can of worms

god's afraid..
god's afraid... (etc.)