Exit the Age

by Slow Jets

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Recorded by Tim Baier, Fall 2010 to Spring 2011
Mastered by Rob Girardi at Lord Baltimore Recording, Fall 2011

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released January 1, 2012

Greg Preston - guitar, vocals
Tim Baier - guitar, keyboards, percussion, vocals
Dave Wetzel - bass
Marc Berrong - drums
backing vocals on Mirrored Drives by Sean Flanigan
backing vocals on Powerstream by Yuri Zietz
All music by Slow Jets
Art and lyrics by Greg Preston
Thank you Rob Girardi, Matt Dahl, Joe Martin, Yuri and Sean

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Track Name: Finest Position
The girls are refined by pleasures of the state

Here we are blind to this ever-shifting rate

There’s a line that we’ve tried to sever at the base

But we’ve known all this time to keep it straight

We ought to find the alter-mind but there’s no time

So you rip the shit out of every bit as you lose your grip on the finest position

Our eyes have designs on the ever-rising stakes

We cry as we try to keep them on our plate

In our minds we desire to rise beyond the gates

But we’ve known all this time to keep in place

We ought to find the alter-mind but there’s no time

So we rip the shit out of every bit as we lose our grip on the finest position
Track Name: Those Who Sting
All good things will come to pass if those who sting could never grasp us

Inside out our thinking lapses when ruses soon distract us

And money, you’re so attractive I seem to be your captive

And now we’re lacerated by thoughts of those who drain us

Those who sting and those who wrap us in sheets of green elastic

It’s always been the same, just waiting for some change

And money, you’re so persuasive I aim to be your patient

But every time I reach you I feel this stinging break through
Track Name: Exit the Age
On a modern stage – it’s an eyeball’s curse, find another way into the earth

I don’t need a state; don’t need a church, I believe in fate: nowhere to worse

Leave the shame, help me keep it away; I’ll be enslaved just a minute away

I don’t want to work; don’t want to shave; hurry it up and exit this stage

On a dirty line, the numbered hook; on another page, I don’t want to look

Don’t need a crown, don’t want to slave; I think it’s time to exit the age

All the modern stage it’s an eyeballs curse; I believe in fate – nowhere to worse

I don’t need a crown, don’t want to slave; I think it’s time to exit the age
Track Name: Clear in the Nightshade
Get me out of here before the light breaks, its all clear in the nightshade

But I fear it’s no space allowed

Disappear where the light fades, now I’m living with unknown shapes

They just found a place they won’t stick out

On a sideways bender reach them, always find your present leaking

You don’t have to run, just because they don’t believe in sun

I’ve been living in the treetops; I went down where the leaves stop

It appears that everything reaches ground

What tide comes creeping, when a mind swallows even the designs that may seem unbound?

In silent mirrors greet them, though you find you’ll never reach them

You don’t have to run just because they always seem undone

Just because they all recede from sun
Track Name: No Conditions!
No sign of roundness in your drum of lies

Seen you flicker as a movie like movies you like

Seen you blinking in your bones of white

What a picture, what a difference from all that feels right

All traditions have to use it; it’s all conditioned on the mood that's right

All traditions have to use it; it's all conditioned on the moves they like

All positions are amusing; put no condition on them, that’s right

No conditions on our muses; it’s our tradition that we move in light
Track Name: Seek the Invisible
No smile on this town, there’s error on the ground

We’re trying to reach it where they never bothered to pound

What happens in the ether can illuminate our bounds

We’re following a lead of secrets that the powers passed down, let the powers pass

The invisible haunts this town, there is evidence all around

The invisible haunts this town; we could never get it out

Go and leave your research walking under the clouds

Turn a corner of the street

There's someone throwing mirrors to the ground

You’re trying to believe in a voice to gather around

Some people will believe in anything if their ego must drown

But the evil ego/ego just beds evil bedddo people who will do it ((because they can)).

An invisible ____ haunts the town, there is evidence all around

The invisible haunts this town; we could never get it out
Track Name: Mirrored Drives
It’s implied it’s a very hard life; it’s implied you could never get it right

But mirrored drives go many miles; always through, they never expire

I’ve found a reason to reach you alone at night

You’ve seen a distance in the faces long and wide

But you live in a mind that can notice the sides unknown

It’s implied it’s a very hard life; it’s implied you could never get it right

But mirrored drives go many miles; always room to revel in sight

What life can navigate an image multiplied?

Just look and you will know what they alone provide:

Eight delirium lines, hey it’s always a prize you know!
Track Name: Sudden Needs Begun
The sun is out and I want some; sudden needs begun

In the morning, on the run; looking out for fun

Crawl if you slide out of reaches

The sun is round; the world is dumb, so our needs begun

In a corner, in a slump; it can’t be overcome

Fall into sad little pieces

I know its sacrifice to be alone at night

Can never have it all, but could we try it all for the night?

The moon comes up, the sun went down; so our needs confound

If there’s doubt the boys are out, the girls are running from

They try and defeat the diseases

Night is dark, the moon is round; so our needs abound

On a corner, on a cloud; everyone let down

You know that it’s fine to repeat this

You know, in satellites we’re very cold at night

Can never have it all, but could we climb a wall for tonight?
Track Name: Ways to Come
It’s too late to wait for fun; it’s too late to pay for some

It’s too late to say:

I’ve been around the sun; I’ve seen a thing or some

False kings that rule to realize new ways that stunt

Raw needs that never stop; lost dreams that flop

Now see a ray of wisdom defeat one blade of prison

Dream of ways to come; please don’t wait too long

It’s too late to wait for fun; so many ways to come

I’ve been inside a box; four years on top

Looked out from walled in mazes where freedoms stop

We can’t enjoy the props when all release is lost

Long sleeves won’t persuade us to keep in their cages

Dream of ways to come; please don’t wait too long

It’s too late to wait for fun; so many ways to come
Track Name: Powerstream
When the powerstream gets low and the wheels don’t seem to roll

Will we always feel controlled where the hours squeal and drone?

We’ll build a wall to have it all

But though we seek to keep it in our streets and feel we can’t go wrong

The stream just out of reach moves on and on

When the power schemes go wrong, will we ever feel as strong as the streams that seemed to flow –
could they ever reach the whole?

We’ll never know, we’ll never know

But if springs would leak at home when people seek them on their own

This industry may lead us all to float

Leave the power schemes alone, release the powerstream - go home

Let the power schemes go, leave us all to float