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These Aren't The Words You're Looking For

by Ian Stewart & Jackson Whalan

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1.
Runnin' rampant like a rapid lion, Fierce and untamed, these other rappers are cryin' I'm an animal in the game and you're just bad at tryin' Runnin' away, up in the trees you're climbin'. Seekin' and finding all these emcees hidin', Roarin' through desert floors under sun shining, Finding my prey, always know the time of day, You're a gazelle in the distance, catch you right away. Keep on your feet or become a treat, Runnin' to a beat that you just can't beat, King of the jungle like scar is my uncle, On top of a cliff and I'm watchin' rocks tumble. Yeah, my food chain always stays humble, I'm with my lion kings and we're all up in a huddle, Ready for a scuffle, it's a wild hustle, But yo, where's my lioness, I really need a nuzzle. I'm a lion when I rap, it's my ego bubble. What's up you wanna tussle, that makes me chuckle. Stompin' around with my big chompers, Duckin' all the hunters try to get me clobbered, Drinkin in the river with timon and pumba, Lookin at hippos when I'm ready for supper. Time is just a number, I'm a rhyme crusher, Don't get in my zone or I might just have to buffer. Fresh meat in our habitat retreat, Alpha of the land no other cats compete, Or am I just a white rapper writin' nice words, Lookin outa place like lions on icebergs, But whatever I do is relevant and important, Chasin elephants just to release endorphins, Catchin these meals and splittin up the portions, Yeah I dare you to come where my territory is.
2.
[JW] It's rhapsody in this rapture of rap city, Jazz symphony movin' essential energy through this grid critically. Cities vibrate with rapid activity, Half-mast flags stainin' the collective memory. We're stealthy in these streets. Delivering a strategy, dark night bright with electricity, No disguising an inevitable uprising, As fog descends over the city, lights orange, smoke rising. Percolate in the mind, taking action and perfect timing, We've been sick of abiding and now the stars are aligning, To devastate the powers keepin' us from shining. Can't bury the extraordinary information we cary. [ML] So we're teleportin' very carefully from a to b, The jewels we hold ain't plain to see, a portal to a vacancy, To all we can explain and see, an alternate modernity, That doesn't pedal fear to me, the masses will adhere to these. It's life without credit scores, endin' wars, Death profiteers fear, wanna stop us right here, But I move so illusive, gigawatt conducive, If slaves can slip the nooses, the masters' whips are useless. [JW] Check this vital data. If we show you will you see? We dodgin' past the powers that be. Smash the television pushin' oppressive imagery, And locally we focus and synergize the community. No one can hinder me, attempt to get rid of me, Sentence me, but we been writing sentences since we began to see. An abrupt abduction of our rights, and data vital to life, Verbalize the light, Lif lift up the mic. [ML] Check both of us sailin', wall scalin' with Whalan, Inhallin' the day and, exhalin' the night, Impalin' the plight, you can'tlimit my sight, 'Cause we see what was intended to be, then take flight. We reach beyond worlds, where horizon curls, Gently cradlin' the Earth's contours, where man's laws, Fall short to somethin' greater. We're kings, My four finger ring is the equator, we gift you this data.
3.
Gem In Eye 03:27
I am a gemini, gems in my eyes, Chillin' with my nebuli, lyricize and improvise. Let this mercury alchemize. Herkimer diamonds in these crystal mines, Sun transmits astrological signs. Communicate, spit lines in the hardest of times, To be an artist is to read through the lines. I am my own brother, two twins holdin' each other, Changin' minds but we cope with each other, Open each other up to new paradigms. Speak the voice of all voices, paralyzed, Because everybody needs to rise, Like our ruling planets and the stars in the skies. Polar opposites within me beyond this disguise, Imagine and fantasize, about a world Where no one is terrorized, by scary lies That are always televised, instead we're harmonized. Optimistic 'cause I optimize, Propaganda occupies too many minds, Just wanna turn back to simple times, Like gemini archetype, sparkin' light, voice talkin' right. Maneuver like parallel parkin' right, Haters harpin' on my openness, cause I let my soul Flow open and they're knowin' this. It's biology mixed with astrology so you know the gist. Contradictory information, multiplicity, See me participating and creating epiphany, Delivering my people, eliminate the misery, Living in the mystery, messenger man consistently. So many commitments, I'm still committing, With no time for sitting restlessly or twiddling my thumbs Nervously, I better be flying around gathering data busily And transmit it back to you verbally. Never the wiggity-wack, back and forth, forth and back, Boom to the bap, spittin' fire, steadily torchin' raps all over the map, Wherever I'm at, always adapt, showin' you where the moment's at, Bringin' your focus back, show you the past, spittin' the dopest rap, No controllin' that information, I'm holdin' that, Tell the future like an almanac, I'm everything and all of that, Spittin' bars, openin' tabs, drinkin' rhymes, up for grabs, Listenin' to funk and jazz, diversity is what I have. Time and time again I rhyme again, for minds of men, Providing like a vital vitamin so you can feel alive again, Arrive again from the duality I'm hiding in, When I look inside again, this golden chariot I'm riding in. Oxygen providing there for thoughts that have insight again, And sittin' down and write again thunder and lightening, Enlightening, fruitful thoughts ripening, and heightening, Calling you into an odyssey, I know you hear the sirens.
4.
No we're not primates 'cause eights ain't prime, mate. Watch the apes meditate, humans can't get their minds straight. Goin' irate, watch the population gyrate, evolution's time rate. Gotta hydrate, just to get the mind state, to watch the crime rate, Escalate 'cause we forgot to educate. I'm lookin' for a fly date on a Friday, 'Cause I mate if I may, but I promise I'm not a primate. I can't be divisible, it's not invisible, Only one person right now, and it's you. True, prime like 5, all the senses, Seven chakras beyond 3 dimensions. Time and space travel beyond the edges, All the 17,425,170 that must be heavenly, Prime number pattern like a ladder to heaven, you see? [Chorus 2x] I am one, I cannot be divided, entering my prime I am one, cannot be divided, entering my prime. No we're not primates, divided up cash crops, Black ops, and laptops, Polaroid snapshots, ask not who created, Just listen to the politician who debated. It's either be committed to the sacred, or be crippled by hatred. Out of seven billion who knows who will make it, Most of us can't take it, ancient like primates yo, Just embrace it. no, Incomparable, nature's one variable, Homosapiens feelin' terribly territorial, More than animals, but there's so much more to you, Like the eight planets that supposedly orbit you, Completely ignoring you, 911, they were warning you, Primordial galaxies so real, So surreal that I don't know what to feel, Tryin to abide by my prime ideals. [Chorus 2x] I am one, I cannot be divided, entering my prime I am one, cannot be divided, entering my prime. [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus 2x] I am one, I cannot be divided, entering my prime I am one, cannot be divided, entering my prime.
5.
Self Own 06:13
Ownin' this net worth, cellular network, Head first, experts, intentions only get worse. Awake after I rest first, call after I text her, Phone lights up and rings in a red purse. Blessed curse, owned by a bitten apple, Made outa nu metal like Fred Durst. Sold as a cellular soul, Profit rolls like profiteroles on tinder, and her finger scrolls. Now shes's bored watchin' videos. Cell phone embryos, waitin' to get birthed. Pixels of technological textures, Sendin' me pictures, it only gets better. Siri as serious as sincere seriousness, I'm serious, her tone's so curious. Well known 'cause she's owned by her cell phone. So alone, lemme take her to my iHome. [Chorus] She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone, But she's so well know. So well known. She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone, She's so well know. So well known. She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone, But she's so well know. So well known. All the pieces in their proper places, To show her to the cellar of my soul, she loves basements. She says my ancient ways don't make sense, She's busy on her smartphone bookin' faces. Planned obsolescence, protective cases, Gratification and no room for patience. Openin' windows and makin' payments. Evolution of rhythm, her phone is a cadence. She read that she's owned by government property, To escape herself there's no opportunity. Owned by her phone in a digital zone. What's that drone? Oh, it's just a ringtone. And sound plays at a lower quality Because content in this age is not a commodity. Hard to quantify all the strangers walkin' by, Under skyscrapers, textin' on the fly. Never lookin' straight ahead, forgot how to try, Forgot to vote, forgot about the nation. If only we could vote with a phone application, No exaggeration, too much information. She thinks I'm a solid dude 'cause I turned off my phone for solitude. Just a couple minutes then it's H.M.U. She hit me up like H.M.U., she owns you. [Chorus] She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone, But she's so well know. So well known. She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone, She's so well know. So well known. She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone, But she's so well know. So well known She wants to talk some more, share her thoughts some more, Consumed by her phone, it's an omnivore. News of oil spills and a toxic shore, What's the news gotta be so obnoxious for? Land mines for a fossil war. She never uses land lines to talk anymore. It wouldn't make sense like an oxymor- On the line and her call's ignored. No one ever sees the motherboard, or the circuity, Just news of murder to the third degree. Phone breaks and she'll never give it surgery, Her lifestyle seems so absurd to me. If it breaks, she'll just throw it away, And add it to the landfill, "Just one more, okay?" Phones procreating and dying every day In just the same way as us. No way. The whole species is tuning in, Her phone's got a camera, she's zooming in. Her device is where she lives, she's moving in, One with technology, human infusion. Such a delusion, this phone that she's using, Replacing the mind she's losing without choosing. Radical intrusion, slave to a 5G future revolution. [Chorus] She looks too good to be lookin' at her cell phone, But she's so well know. So well known. She looks too good [repeats and fades]
6.
Dodd's Gamut 03:39
Open the eyelids, see the full spectrum from the iris. Mind as vast as the sky is, horizon brightens and widens. Macrocosm of spectacular surprises, Mightily writing reality, you are who the scribe is. Arrivin' alive and these are your eyes, seein' in timelessness. Emerging out of your silence, sound gyrates into vibrance. Beautiful scenes and color schemes, asleep with your eyes closed and dreamin' In the body of a human being, breathing, birthing a seedling of a new feeling. [Chorus 2x] Full spectrum to the borders of infinity, Your soul is an endless vicinity. Say goodbye to the traces of your misery, Dive into the energy. Live in the energy. Evolution proceeding as the drum is steadily beating, Readily believing every teaching that your internal voice is speaking. Mortals weeping into immortals seeking, you're in a portal reaching, Unleashing until you feel yourself releasing, momentum increasing. New galaxy receiving you into actuality, Light surrounds you but it's still a human that you're bound to be. On a planet doused with life bountifully, fixed in motion Like fish in the ocean, going wherever the boat is floating. Rowing into the unknown, in these deep waters soaking. Now the wind is blowing, foreboding, a big storm approaching. Reaching the shore, unloading, thunder strikes, Earth is eroding, Sky is exploding, now you're lost alone and barely hoping. Grab my hand and climb onto the land, welcome to the Gamut, So vast and expansive you'll never have the chance to understand it. Treest and plants that nobody planted, you'll never know who planned it. No blueprints for this planet only a god who damned it. [Chorus 2x] Full spectrum to the borders of infinity, Your soul is an endless vicinity. Say goodbye to the traces of your misery, Dive into the energy. Live in the energy. Traversing this landscape, keep on the path straight, Navigating a vast space, accelerate at a fast pace. Hearing every musical note, reading every beautiful quote That anyone ever wrote; every voice that ever spoke. Following every sign in every moment in time, The thoughts of every mind, the perfection of every design. Every conception, every perspective of every direction, Every intention, every dimension, leads to ascension. [Chorus 4x] Full spectrum to the borders of infinity, Your soul is an endless vicinity. Say goodbye to the traces of your misery, Dive into the energy. Live in the energy.
7.
Dragon Drop 05:20
[JW] Yo. I made another typo. Backspace. Take it away and move it. Cut and paste. Pixelated screen, what a head trip, All at my fingertips with a left click. Options, open, quit, exit, Autocorrected, now I'm redirected, Disk drive ejected, internet connected, Sendin' out an email, after I edit it. Everything is saved in the background, the daemon, iCloud full of rain, content is leaking. Hearing voices serious as Siri speaking. What you see is what you get, enter the keygen. Retina detection detectin' my iris, Program code pieces spreading the virus, Mouse move across the screen, just let it hover, Macbook protected with a hard cover. [Chorus 2x] Drag an' droppin' information, Dragon droppin' information, Drag an' droppin' information, Movin' when The Dragon drops sophistication. Keyboardin' through a cyberspace innovation, Hit space, separate words, and erasing. Enter this hub, scroll and move the mouse up, Or you can get there much faster with a shortcut. Bouncin' out now, time for an export. Full fledged upgrades, just left the tech store. Genius squad got my mind all boggled, Onto another program, with the toggle. Lost information, time to re-key an entry, Display the font utilizing command-T. Binary digit bits open up the finder, Searching through libraries, folder organizer. Gotta shut down, restart, and go to sleep, But first I have to wait for this upload to complete. Staring into nothing but a picture made of plastic, Lit by a crystal based machine, digital magic. [Chorus 2x] Drag an' droppin' information, Dragon droppin' information, Drag an' droppin' information, Movin' when The Dragon drops sophistication. [The Dragon] Yes I'm The Dragon, people move when I drop sophistication, My digital black magic augmenting the situation. On your local station telepathically I'm beaming in, Keep the frequency locked, the data streaming in. As you pass through the gates and begin to descend to my den, I breathe fire, spit wisdom again. I drop information and if you comprehend, It just might save all the women, children, and men. Now I soar, wings blocking out the night sky. Been dormant for decades, now I must fly high. Infiltrate your data streams, While you're hypnotized by digital dreams. With my transformation complete, I'm a binary dragon livin' virtually. Follow me into the future of this digital age, Dragon droppin' information, makin' pivotal change. [Outro 8x] Born into a pivotal phase of this digital age.
8.
Dough Nation 04:28
[JW] Welcome to Dough Nation. We are your hosts, Ian Stewart and Jackson Whalan, Here to show you a whole new world: What it takes to live the life of a musician. No nation like a dough nation. No nation like a dough nation. No nation like a dough nation. So patient, makin records down in The Station. Collaboration is the vocation, The music world always changin' in the rotation. Always thought my records would rise to the top, Now I just let my fans pay what they want. Not in it for the dough, can't afford to forfeit, Can't ignore it all these freely downloaded torrents. Past generations like my parents', Went out and bought records, music was cherished. Along the lines situation got careless, I been a broke rapper, I'm not embarrassed. Give what you want or just take it for free, In this nation of dough money grow on a tree. Just listen to the music, play it loud son, As I crowdfund to help the crowd have more fun. [Chorus 2x] You pay for libation, what about Artistic creation? What kinda money are you saving? Shell out for a beer, but not what you hear. Why isn't this economy based on generosity? That would be an anomaly, instead it's a robbery. I make music, who's got a job for me? Am I payin' school loans and workin' for free? Man, money's money and, money's funny, Only way to put good food in the tummy. Don't wanna get paid to be a parody, Or celebrate myself until everybody loves me. Maybe you'll discover me for bein' myself, Or maybe I'll collect dust like records on a shelf. Concentrated wealth isn't fair to me, 1% control, they hold their wealth carefully. Thinkin' financially, ignorin' the scarcity, Deliver the illin' poetry regardless of viability. That's a guarantee, but where's my guarantee? Forget it, you can have it for free! [IS] They say pimpin' ain't easy, but neither is art, And when it falls on deaf ears it takes a toll on the heart. But the only guaranteed way to fail is to give up, And I must live up to my dreams, so I keep mixin' Keep producin', keep honin' my craft, Until I own it at last and no one can deny it. 10,000 hours and they went by fast, Blowin' up at last, we only headlinin'. Back into the studio underground, Pushin up the faders, optimize the sound. Got my levels on point and now we're ready to bounce, Crankin' out a masterpiece from the basement of my house. Nothin' I know how to do better than music. The shit I'll put up with makes most people lose it. But I didn't choose this path, it chose me, And I love it, so fuck it, you can have it for free. [Chorus 2x] You pay for libation, what about Artistic creation? What kinda money are you saving? Shell out for a beer, but not what you hear.

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"These Aren't The Words You're Looking For" is a collaborative endeavor from myself, Ian Stewart, and longtime friend Jackson Whalan, and is the culmination of over five years of work.

It is an exploration of my love of hip-hop, jazz, synthesis, wordplay, and very tangentially, Star Wars. Initially the wordplay was only expressed in the song titles, as this project started its life as a purely instrumental experiment. As soon as Jackson signed on, it became clear that his lyricism would take the wordplay element to an entirely new level, and even inspire me to try my hand at my own lyric contributions.

We're excited to finally share these songs with you, and can't wait to hear what interpretations you take away once you read between the lines.

One final note: we're thrilled to have the insanely talented Ned Ivory developing the artwork for the album. Keep an eye on it with each subsequent single release to see it evolve from its current state as a pencil sketch, through to a finished cover.

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released March 23, 2018

All tracks written and performed by Ian Stewart and Jackson Whalan except:
- Track 1 written and performed by Ian Stewart, Jackson Whalan, and Brian Ross.
- Track 2, written and performed by Ian Stewart, Jackson Whalan, and J. Haynes for Virtua Stab Publishing (SESAC).
- Track 4 written and performed by Ian Stewart, Jackson Whalan, and Jules Jenssen.

Recorded by Ian Stewart at Flotown Studio and Jackson Whalan at Substation Studio.

Mixed by Ian Stewart at Flotown Studio.

Mastered by Adam Ayan at Gateway Mastering, Portland, Maine.

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Ian Stewart is a Massachusetts based producer and performer of alternative electronic dance music. Despite a background in traditional house DJing, Ian has recently made the switch to a live PA style set, allowing him to mix and manipulate his all-original music with much greater flexibility than a two-turntable setup would allow. ... more

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