Cargo Cult (2015)

by Lump Sum

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We all worship something.

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released June 5, 2015

All songs written by Logan Spencer
Vocals and production by Logan Spencer
Guitars and production by Matt Morgan

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Logan Spencer and Matt Morgan make songs and (hopefully) you listen to them.

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Track Name: Bright Lights
We talk about the buildup like it was a bad thing, but everyone was asking for a taste of the suffering. We talk about the gold rush like it was easy money. Not every bright light can be a second coming.
Track Name: The Bypass Trust
God, it keeps me on my back.

My name, my name:
god, it keeps me on my back.

Come back. Please come back.
Track Name: Blacklight
You’re on the fitted sheets, rolling around back and forth in my head, on the line and in line, and we might divide ourselves to fix our sights six high and straight outside, to the sprawling hanging gardens there on display.

In the beading brume the cascade settles onto my shoulders and down to the small of your back and in a rapid rabid moment by the fangs of an asp I am punctured and drained, sealed and set afloat on my back in the sea.
Track Name: Visions
I had visions in the night. I watched you come alive. They were of a certain type. You had someone else's eyes.

I had visions of a day with out sun. In the cool dry air, the skins and bones of a city keep on coming undone.

I have visions all the time. I watch you come alive. They are of a certain type. You are under disguise.

I have visions of the time I believed in the fiction that I could draw a straight line and live inside the fences of my mind.
Track Name: Shoreline
At the shoreline, I walked in your footprints, still blind to the signs in the sea, changing.

At the same time, by our sides were floating lights, still tied to the wild eyes of a dream in a sleepless night.
Track Name: Cargo Cult
In my backward way, I pray to the promise I make to be honest, if not modest, or I say, "Lord, I'm a novice to the cause of this." The cause is his.

I built it but no one came to the open flame. No one to blame, but the storm and the rain demand to be heard and not to be seen.
Track Name: Bloodline
Time flies over objection and under disguise. Dry eyes remind me of noticing yours in surprise. It is true that tracing my bloodline leads right back to you. You don’t know it yet, but it’s always the best that we’re bound to forget.

You're gone, I will follow you. Hold on, I will follow through.
Track Name: Whip or Will
It looks like a luxury, and it is. I wait for the simple reason that I can. In common arithmetic, the chain is visible. I walk in an open air confessional. Rather than amass, I continuously disperse in the gaps between molecules, in solitude.

It is possible, though not logical, that this will devastate the tribunal, but when I see the inside of my own face, when I sense the slippery taste of tamarind on my gums and the sting of wet smoke in the lining of my eye, I hold your picture to the tip of my nose and lose focus until your body becomes my own.