Earth Is Not Good Enough For Me

by Moral Straightjacket

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This is the third Moral Straightjacket release that ruined smile has been involved with and it's the band's first full length. It is available on cassette or download. This is rs023.

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released May 29, 2016

Recorded, mixed, mastered by Eric Mileham, Noise Pollution Studios, Anaheim, CA (Sept. 2015-April 2016).

Vocals: Lucas, John

Drums, Percussion, Guitars, Bass: Lucas

Synth: Eric Mileham

Barking: The dogs of Mutts In Need Rescue, Newport Beach, CA.

Photos: Drew Quintana

Dog Model: Grimm

Thank you to the plight of the Soviet Space Dogs, and the works of: David Bowie, Cock Sparrer, D.H. Lawrence, Lev Kopelev, Frank Herbert, Rod Serling, Arthur Schnitzler, Stanley Kubrick, Bauhaus, Günter Grass, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, H.P. Lovecraft, William Shakespeare, Gerry Goffin.

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Track Name: Pushok Dreams (She floats away)
She floats away, bark till I’m sick, lie on the floor all day

The earth’s ceiling, her floor, no signal heard no more

I think of the past: parched tongue, swarming fleas

I miss the broken glass, cutting up my knees

Wake up in the lab, tested for durability

I’m trusted for, my harsh resiliency

Wake up in the lab, all alone and institutionalized

I wake up in the lab, I’ll never have a peaceful night

And she floats away

“Now I’m up in space, the first dog in a losing race

I miss the cold streets, I miss the warmth of my fleas”

And she floats away

“I see an island out there”

And she floats away

“Planet earth is blue, and I’m so very far away from you”

And she floats away

“I see an island out there”

And she floats away

“I see an island out there”

And she floats away

“I see an island out there”
Track Name: Earth Is Not Good Enough for Me, pt. 1
Here is not good enough

Earth is not good enough
Track Name: A Bloodstained Tome Of My Own
A gust of wind, and a branch sways by my window

A song, a note that the breeze brings to my eardrum

A rock thrown high, and its force sends glass through my bedroom

A cut draws blood that flows from my palms, to the words that I know

The blood obscures some words, as I try to save them

Words once familiar rearrange into new phrases

Characters reshaped, unmasked to reveal new faces

Now the story takes on an entirely new basis

Where went those familiar faces?

Where went the stories I know?

Where went those characters, though they were but few?

Off to make their own stories

In greener lands with the blood on their hands

While I wait in my desert tower

With a bloodstained tome of my own
Track Name: I Have Something to Expiate
I’m the snake

Welcome to the garden, come into the garden

Welcome to the garden, come into the garden

I am the snake

I thought you would kill me

I am the snake

In the garden

I thought I would die

In the garden

Come into the garden

I am the snake

I thought you would kill me

I am the snake

I thought you would kill me

I am the snake
Track Name: The Education of a True Believer
Two seeds in rocky soil, stretching upwards in this foreign earth

I bring forth my watering can and chart their growth

Which one will yield most?

A white church on Red Square

It stands tall, but the walls are bare

I sit in the pews and I bow my head

The walls are white, but the blood runs red

Two seeds in rocky soil, stretching upwards in this foreign earth

I bring forth my watering can and chart their growth

Which one will yield most?
Track Name: Sand Planet
A relic buried in the sand, from a time unknown to man

An idol buried in the sand, uncovered by holy man

A trek across a desert land, I ride alone in the sand

A trek across a lonely land

A trek across a desert land, I ride alone in the sand

Look towards the sky and chase the fleeting bird

An out of work Renaissance man, brushing dust off from his hands

An actor plays the part of a boy, painting pictures of proportionate joy

A trek across a desert land, I ride alone in the sand

A trek across a lonely land

A trek across a desert land, I ride alone in the sand

Look towards the sky and chase the fleeting bird

Dunes swallow man

Dunes swallow man

Blinded by the sand

Blinded by the sand
Track Name: Anticlimax
Put on mask and cloak: anticlimactic

Red blood, fresh skin stroked: anticlimactic

All we wanted was everything

But I’m staring at a blank, white wall

But I’m staring at a blank, white wall

You feel things you can’t say at all

You need a lover to beckon and call

You feel things, you want to know all

You feel things, you want to know all

You need a lover you can’t have at all

And I’m staring at a blank, white wall

You can’t have it all

Feel something

Skipped beats, pursed lips: anticlimactic

Bad deeds, clenched fists: anticlimactic

Ending on a sour note

Ending on a ghost of hope

Ending on nothing at all

Ending as our taboos pall
Track Name: Hunched Hermit
Raise my eye to the sky, count the days gone by

Raise my soul, raise my soul to the sky

Count the years pass, passing me by

I sit on the sand, I wait for ships to come

Raise my heart to the sky, see the bones turn dry

I sit on the sand, I wait for ships to come

Raise my heart to the sky, see the bones turn dry
Track Name: Brittle Bone
I fear that I’m inadequate in everything that I fear

Phallic guilt in a sleepy land

My brittle bone, it gets a tan

Onanistic thoughts repeat

Repeat

Seed spent, spilling at my feet

Familiar dream of beach again:

Tan prayer rug, thrown on holy sand

Prostrate chants for unclean man

While my brittle bone, it lies out to tan

I fear the crumbling of face

The part which speaks, erased

Completely caved-in

It’s completely caved-in

Familiar dream of beach again:

Tan prayer rug, thrown on holy sand

Prostrate chants for unclean man

While my brittle bone, it lies out to tan

Unknown guilt, clenching hands

Unknown guilt, clenching hands

Unknown guilt, clenching hands

The hunched hermit raises eye

He prays to fading summer sky

Blur fear and blind contempt

For everything that this man laments

Grey, brittle bone tanned

My brittle bone tanned