indiana

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Originally recorded to 1/4" tape, this analog record features stripped down guitar-and-vocal folk arrangements of the album Necrobisect. Due to the time constraints of the medium, the song "Indiana" is not included on the record. The packaging includes an art card insert with a download code for the digital album, streamed here, featuring more elaborate arrangements built around the original tape recording. My hope in writing Necrobisect was that it could be enjoyed two ways, in the sparse intimacy of an analog medium as well as in the exuberant, somewhat haphazard framework of found-sound collage and electro-rock'n'roll.

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  • Poster/Print + Digital Album

    Well wouldn't you just love this full bleed glossy B&W heavy stock 11 1/2" x 11 12" art card to hang on your wall? Featuring the iconic Necrobisect text "it came out of the ground, through our mouth and into our body" in awkward script over an intriguingly dead couple, this is the perfect conversation piece for impressing a date or graduate student. Full lyrics, album download code, and tasty bits of gossip included on the reverse side.

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about

This lyric is one of those "babies" I probably should have killed but it was too dear to my heart.

lyrics

back home to Indiana
back home to Indiana
beat a stone for water
feed on quail and manna
I look into the future
and I put it in my planner
guvner got his mantra
like a pharaoh got his scepter
or the jobless got their manners
at home, in Indiana

I watched the waves,
I saw them part
I know the law of the Lord
who wrote it on the stone of my heart
these strip malls and bigboxstores
this what we left little Goshen for?
that foreign town where I was born—

there’s a Tree out the window
don’t no one know
what that Tree grows
good ol’ Tree of goods and evils
it beckons with its contours
and with the way the wind blows
quiet, suggestive Signals
hung heavy with icicles
sounds a Whistle and a Crackle

mr. pence, you can suck my Name
ah you liberals can suck the same
there’s a fire in the mountain range
an army waiting in the wing
parkbench and prisoncage
go ask the dust where we all go
mores and million-dollar homes
peoplepets and pleasuredomes
etiquettes and antiphones


back home in Indiana
back home in Indiana
I’d die to see some Mountains
rising up from some Water
hope I live to hear that impossible
Silence in all this grammar
I’d crawl inside the Uterus
of that mystical Mammal
on the edge of Indiana

there’s cool kids all around
the cool kids got this town
they dug their underground
they’re proud of what they founded
they sing a decent sound

you keepers of the Modern State
you swingers of the Modern Sword
you’d have me buy your Real Estate
you’d put it in my Shopping Cart
you’d drone it to my Garden Gate

you chiseled out some lenses
and you put us all on camera
you watch the words I think in
like a frightened, fisty father
you’re selling Indiana
like some overripe Banana
this desert that I live
in my Silence and my Drivel
since the Babylonians discovered
just how few Fucks I give
(0)

I’m standing at the mountain pass
I’m staring at the Promised Land
won’t settle with the keeping class
go Fuck yourself some other ass
go find yourself a real Man
I ain’t the man you think I am

back home in Indiana
back home in Indiana
stick out like a sore thumb
and all you got’s a hammer

I would not be a part of this Body
but the Bird that picks it cleanly
a Pin to pop your wet dreaming
neither cog nor lever
but the Spanner in your machinin’
go find yourself some other semen

when I die, I’ll bless the Lord
blink and I’ll become a Gourd
some Pumpkingod
crawling with worms
rotted, mute, and pumpkinwarm
go Fuck yourself some other form
go find yourself some other sperm

credits

from Necrobisect, released September 18, 2014
vocal sample by Jen Betz
Additional rehearsal samples by Jon Schommer and the Town Cuties

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Pete Jon is a singer-songwriter and collaborative producer in the DIY tradition.

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