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Open Doors

by Freddy Fudd Pucker

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    Limited edition CD and ZINE drawn, manipulated and handmade by Freddy himself. This album deals with weird questions like how much of our consciousness becomes data when we upload anything to our collective hive-mind? What if that hive-mind is owned by a few corporations? Who owns our consciousness then? What does a hive-mind fast approaching something resembling a technological singularity mean when the very real and tangible world our physical bodies live in is on the brink of annihilation? Yeah, Freddy is writing and drawing about that kinda shit...

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1.
I slept through my youth and woke up screaming Dead friends and failures swimming in my coffee I am a fly on the windowsill of my own world Swimming through wormholes, habitual illusions, Waiting on a wasted, bleeding Jesus A war criminal Mother Teresa A Peter Pan pied piper, an interloper liar, 
But at sunrise I see it all sideways And apocalypse it only makes you greedier Sinner self-hater seeks the same... Shit sandwiches and anti-social-media We make mud, mud, mud, mud, mud, mud, mud When these keyboard warrior wars whisper meditation A nuclear winter seasonal depression My brain is turning off and on But at sunrise I see it all sideways At sunrise I see it all sideways And then I count the ways I’m disappointed daily
 By border walls, Lazy reason, The same old gods getting new names and being sold I slept through my youth and woke up screaming Dead friends and failures swimming in my coffee And apocalypse it only makes you greedier Don’t we make mud, mud, mud, mud.
2.
Should I roll another? There's things I'd rather not include In my red letter day discussions that seem to seep from hate to hate As I breath deep and dig for change from a tip jar ever empty These shifts pay for themselves with paper cuts and too much caffeine I was given a red flag to curl my fingers around last night Big tobacco, my little lungs and me Big tobacco, my lungs and a river rising This place is pretty nice, and affords me luxuries I love the bridge between neighbourhoods I hate equally The way the sewers speak of ancient secret histories The way your words sound in the glow your yesterdays’ victories I held a red flag in shaking hands last night Big beers, my little liver, and me Big beers, my liver, and a river rising As a held my feet in the caustic waters calling me, My skin stripped away and showed me all there was to see That the only way to kill the loss of the ones gone Is to fill the hole with the ones that you’ve still got I waved my own little red flag last night In a one person parade, a hologram fading away I waved my own little red flag last night In a little boat in a big river ever rising
3.
Your Self 03:08
So, I was thinking about your self again Thinking about all the fuckers you could have been, but your not The way you taught yourself to pray Before they forced you to pray their way I was thinking about your self again 

I was thinking about the gears inside a clock
 How people like the aesthetic of the the obsolete
 How singers love to sing About times they never lived in Now I’m singing about living in the gears inside a clock 
And what is time but an open door With a slipknot tied around your feet? As you talk, I'm waiting for my turn to speak 
I was thinking about your fears and how they’re also my fears I was thinking about how i can’t stop thinking of atomic death and winter darkness 
Like a baby leaving home Then getting eaten by birds at dawn I was thinking about thinking twice before leaving the house
4.
Riesenrad 03:27
Your third eye is a ferris-wheel on fire that spins In the middle of your mind as you try to be The flowers that you’d wish to receive, To tell the stories you wish to believe And won’t let go of The truths you are sure of Others you try to ignore Like greed is a war that delivers
 Every love has a limit Every hate has harness Every human is eyeless No news is good news when its all lies A new dark horse to ride Sit down… You hold in your hands a blind man’s glass eye, Trying to find a way through this hell to a home That you would never choose to leave, A home for which you have learnt to grieve And won’t let go of The truths you are sure of Others you try to ignore Like greed is a war that delivers
 Every love has a limit Every hate has a harness Every human is eyeless No news is good news when its all lies A new dark horse to ride Sit down…
5.
Good Times 03:57
I’ve been drinking wine by the bottle Just to cork up the holes in a boat spinning round Within a sink hole made from the people I found To be wrong, to be cruel, to be lizard people, Controlling the earth from the underground 
Chem-trails, inside jobs and Sasquatches Don’t sound crazy when you’re witnessing what we are Are we not men? I don’t know What did DEVO even mean? But the machine in my pocket says that I am a new god… Sooner or later Your gonna have to make a escape, man Those good times are gone for good So stay afloat, stay warm, make sure you’re understood. 
So I’m gonna ride the outgoing tide Watch what we all called home burn up in the fire
 You’re fired, employee of the month Be sure to steal all the condiments that you can And carry me home Carry me anywhere Confusion is a course filter filled with the fucked up opinions of my peers Peel my skin right off What do I need this body for? I am an algorithm waiting for a new war... Sooner or later Your gonna have to make a escape, man These good times are gone for good So stay afloat, stay warm and make sure you’re understood. Good times… Gone for good…
6.
7.
Open Doors 04:06
Open doors, move your feet before They’re open doors no more
 Sleepwalkers stumble for a fool’s truth sideways I pillow made from past lives’ pain ablaze
 Radiation is the love that they lay with Carbon monoxide is the child that they play with
, beyond... Open doors, move your feet before They’re open doors no more
 Subconscious tourist taking photos that already exist Of places seen by a million eyes within an abyss
 A circular system that slowly eats at blood and bone A black hole holiday within your heart alone...
 Everyone laughs alone With eyes wide Best friends forever In half-life Everyone lies alone Believe me Tomorrow sells today A new breed Everyone lives on As data Singing songs as a hive mind chimera 
Nobody dies alone No more 
An algorithm living within a cell with an open door... Open doors, move your feet before They’re open doors no more

8.
Salt 02:19
That which comes from the earth That which leaks from my eyes That which dissolves in the lies of lovers Its salt, it is… Me as a pillar In the very temple i stared too long at A rusted killer A cautionary tale Laid upon the table That which comes from the sea That which i place upon my potatoes That which dissolves in my spoiled stomach Its salt, it is… Heart disease keeping us here It is our wounds weaving together I don’t need you i taste alright... That which comes from the earth That which i rub into my wounds.
9.
Rain falls down like it always will Washing plastic into other worlds Like what’s it like to swim? What’s it like to breathe water? Whats it like to be a fish in love with neptune’s only daughter? Everyones a winner now Everyones a whiner Crying over spilt filth Flying over oceans of honey and milk Go easy on the wine, love Go easy on your eyes Its never coming back, love It never really was You don’t have to be a liar They lie enough for all of us Radiation lives in our inside us We are a pair of broken handcuffs
 Everyones a giver now Everyone is diver Sinking into the sweetest sand Singing this song to Neptune while cutting off his hands. Go easy on the wine, love Go easy on your eyes Its never coming back, love It never really was
10.
Snow Day 02:17
Harness the pain, ride it into town
 That horse never let you down A fair weather wish list written in red ink Sapphire eyes are blind and come few and far between when you’re mean Its cold, man A storm is sleeping in I sell my snowman and melt my self The cold teaches something else If school ain’t cancelled, I’m staying home I will catch, and kill, and eat all the things I’ve learned on my own A snow day, Im never going back downstairs If school ain’t cancelled, I’m still staying home I will catch, and kill, and eat all the things I’ve learned on my own A snow day, For always A snow storm is sleeping in.
11.
Bathymetry 02:00
I see infinity The eightball always says the same thing We sit in the garden of the living Pennies still good for wishing Floating within weeds, within swells Within the deepest parts of the ocean, a bell Rings as long as the moon pulls Water will move as well The well that we drink from
 Is slowly filling our lungs.
12.
Howling at a moon made from hole punched in your eyeball 
Floating on a sea you cried for a dead man that you never cared for 

If the tear doesn’t shine It doesn’t mean the sea is shallow
 And if the sea doesn’t shimmer
 Doesn’t mean its not cold Bleeding blood to a bank that earns no interest, too big to fail Filling sand into an hourglass, our atlas of a world within a whale.  
 If the sand doesn’t fall It doesn’t mean the sea ain’t moving If it doesn’t glitter 
It doesn’t mean its not gold... 

Singing songs to a canary long dead within a mountain hollow. 
 Holding hands with a man, upon a pale horse, dressed in sorrow. 
If his ring doesn’t shine 
Don’t mean he ain’t bringing famine Conquest and War They never ride alone Rivers flow backwards Your friends were all actors Our cities all swallowed Seas all hollowed Black gold bleaches Sinking sand beaches Hunger no more Knocking on closed doors
13.
Unhappy Gods 03:17
The silent spring don’t miss no one Babies born the day the bombs were launched Pockets full of winter, the cleanest coal Healthy mothers helping others let go
 Those bunker babies don’t miss no one Children born of a test-tube love
 Uploaded lives alive in pyramid form A great eye that every mind sees from Devolution 
Unhappy gods Devolution Unhappy gods Guided by strangers eyes A black hole hive A vacuum for everything This real world silence is golden 

Indifferent givers, souls in a needle, beetle in a box, painless, equal Open eyes, a rational ignorance, to learn your name don’t make no sense

 A silent spring, I don’t miss no one Born the same day the bombs were launched Uploaded lives in a pyramid form A great eye that every mind sees from Devolution Unhappy gods Devolution Unhappy gods Guided by strangers eyes A black hole half life A vacuum for everything The silence is golden.

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Lyrically... a meditation on a species simultaneously moving toward a technological singularity and the absolute annihilation of the finite world in which their physical bodies live... And some other nonsense.

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released June 6, 2018

Released in collaboration with Round Dog Records and Rebel High Records.

Recorded by Pesky at Q-Musikkorruption in Berlin.

Mixed by Thies Neu at Tonbrauerei in Berlin.

All instruments played by Freddy Fudd Pucker (Tom Young), except drums on track 2 & 3 by Will Wood.

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Freddy Fudd Pucker is a one-boy-band with ethos firmly rooted in DIY.

Although originally from Aotearoa, Freddy lives in Berlin.

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