We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Statement of No Statement

by The Mormons

/
1.
Rock and roll rebels Pop culture drones Share the frequency Replication hones Individuality through emulation Reach enlightenment via masturbation Fashionable outcasts fall in line The best put aloofness suits to the test Precisely sheared rags in black buy state of mind off the rack Mass-produced alternative thought strains Culture uniformity is what we gain Button down a tie-clad muted look Reflect on the false without a hook Attach your polystyrene head enhancement Blatant conformity Ego advancement Rock and roll rebels Pop culture drones
2.
Unfolding flab in every direction Remove filter expose connection Technology divulges one perception Skew point of view it is deception Absorption of self through replication No flock to leave we are regurgitation
3.
Insecurity powers this mandatory disco floor Don't know what they want but they want more Plumes of smoke billow up the collective cavity Forever expanding egos lacking gravity Pine for pseudo cordial autopilots Robotically applaud Kill off the quiet Calluses collide in a wraith of a room Sent of spent spirits Reminiscent of doom Entertainment as a chore Courtesy dance to the door Closing minds at 12:00 Heighten indifference with ancient rock
4.
5.
Kick up the clouds of radioactive dust On scorched earth blades tend to rust Race for water on spinning wheels No control of blistering, dig in your heels Strap on salvation, it's all that remains Navigate the fallout, inertia dulls the pain Primitive gangs of the future roll till the end I hear a rumble around the apocalyptic bend Pirouette the bones of civilization Glide through the remnants of man's creation
6.
Half-polyester protection Outside element suppression Shiny metal zipper secures my secrets inside My sickly torso hidden under half cotton hide My armor is soft and warm My armor is easily torn Built in hood renders me anonymous Never take it off cause I'm so self conscious
7.
Communicate with the spirits of the dead By creaking the springs in your bed I exist only in repetition Re-treading every tile in the kitchen Graft my body to your back Absorb the nutrients that I lack
8.
Fight back the filth It's a never-ending battle Round up dust bunnies like inanimate cattle Cut down the cob webs Wake the mites from there beds Don't let debris reclaim its space Cement must retain its barren face Cover up the scent of progression with artificial ocean breeze Tell me why is mother nature such a torturous tease Don't nurture particles left behind With broom in hand, there's peace of mind
9.
Limited ability radiates deep within the pores Devoting our existence to closing musical doors Vibrations in the air all feel the same Repetition is the name of the game We plug ourselves into an electrified tap Cling to the delusion there is something left to sap You see our movements before they are made Thanks to the diagram on top of which we played
10.
Box In A Box 03:08
Box in a box flickers blue light This consciousness fits too tight Harvesting microscopic life between the folds A thick layer of indifference keeps out the cold Working on getting famous by sitting in this chair Trying to extract finance from a powerful stare Productivity at an all time high Internal organs shifting Don't even have to try I develop bedsores like there is no tomorrow I stay very still to keep my head full of sorrow
11.
Crushing negative space has created your slouch A residue of loose change has ruined the couch Dying breath amplified put to pre-recorded tones A pop hit with an upbeat tempo Mixed with sorrowful moans Up up down down left right left right B A select start Dust bunnies congregate Try to stifle the sounds with a sonic blast of mediocrity The music abounds
12.
Floaters floating in my line of sight Spots attacking close in tight Parallel lines smash into my face Out of my mind and into... Organic shapes are cut to fit I am cubed from where I sit Head absorbed into my chest As a square I look my best

credits

released January 1, 2005

Recorded, Produced & Mixed by Walley Gagel
All songs written by The Mormons except "The Day My Baby Gave Me A Surprise" written by Mark Mothersbaugh
Cover Art by Patrick Jones

Bass: Jimmy
Guitar: Louie
Vocals: Patrick
Drums & Guitar: Ryan
Guitar & Drums: Vince

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

The Mormons Los Angeles, California

Rocking Out Correctly since 1998!

contact / help

Contact The Mormons

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like The Mormons, you may also like: