a strange little party

by 8-bit crEEps

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released August 3, 2018

songs written & performed by 8-bit crEEps
(without the aid of proper sleep, sobriety or the peace-of-mind one can only get from knowing their future is in the hands of rational and sane individuals)
LET'S PARTY!

Mick Kong: vocals, guitars, backing vocals
J. Bird James: bass, backing vocals
the Ginger Glitch: synthesizers, electric piano, organ, backing vocals
Joey Charch: drums, tambourine, shaker

engineered & mixed affectionately by Erik Rasmussen
at Decade Studios Chicago
(and a couple guitars in Mick's apartment)

produced by Erik Rasmussen
with helpful and unhelpful suggestions given in equal parts by us crEEps

mastered by Collin Jordan
at The Boiler Room

artwork by Matthew Bremer
at Colour Out Of Space Workshop


**please attribute any defective material to the stresses of nepotism, capitalism and cognitive dissonance.
take my advice, pull down your pants and slide on the ice.

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8-bit crEEps Chicago, Illinois

Syd Barrett singing happy birthday to David Byrne.
Psych-Wave.

Inspired by a lone, nameless man. His dilated pupils are equal parts apathy and anxiety.
The square-wave soundtrack was a worm in his brain.

The dimly lit Chicago arcades he would frequent left strange impressions on young minds. This is where you'll find those impressions.

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Track Name: a strange little party
who’s to say
precisely what was shouted
the kid was hit in the face with a smiley shake

all the rats
that rummage through the garbage
do we look just the same from the ships in outer space

a bird in the hand
like a rose that had grown from the shit in the garden
oh it’s just as well

who’s to blame
there is water and glass on the living room carpet
salt water fish and Christmas lights lights lights lights

what a strange little party
a tray of cocaine inside the water closet

understand it
but only if you want to
scrawled across the floor

small talk beneath a paper lantern
debasing this place just feels right right right right

what a strange little party
though it’s late it’s just getting started
a unitarian party
a tray of cocaine inside the water closet

words by: M. Kong
Track Name: i hate driving cars (part II)
i fell asleep again
i hate driving cars…anymore
and when it’s time to go
dark water swallow me whole

and there’s the Drake Hotel
pink light so high…cut me down
and once around the bend
you looked much older, than before

sitting at the bar
my hands looked blue
those old tapestries
don’t make sense to me, how ‘bout you?

a wraith at the World’s Fair
translucent white…cut me down
it all seemed so bright
the night sky, swallowed them whole

suddenly it’s so loud
it shook our feet from the ground
parents must be so proud
you took the easy way out

what’s wrong? what’s wrong?
what’s wrong? what’s wrong?
took the easy way out.

words by: M. Kong
Track Name: perfect teeth
headed north along the lake
Granville is full of drunken shapes

you felt it too
i know you do…alright

campus kids flood the streets
entitled thoughts from perfect teeth

you felt it too
i know it’s true…oh yeah
your eyes are kind
everything i want was here tonight

oooh Natty-Ann, if you want, i can stay
til Sunday morning
if you want me to, i will for you

oooh that big band, clarinets in gin-soaked hands
blow my mind again

a man in a cape barks at the train
i think i understand his pain

you felt it too
i know you do….alright
your eyes are kind
everything i want was here tonight

oooh Natty-Ann, if you want, i can stay
til sunday morning
if you want me to, i will for you

oooh that big band, clarinets in gin-soaked hands
blow my mind again

words by: M. Kong
Track Name: who you know
a posed picture, there’s no laughing
a soft landing, from your daddy
it’s not right
it’s not art
it’s all who you know, tonight

feed it money, ’til it grows
your friend circles, i don’t know
it’s not right
it’s not art
it’s all who you know, tonight

the ocean tide, pulls me under
a mountain crest, soars above me

what a shame, all that wonder
a partial thought, the dead among us
the ocean tide, pulls me under
a mountain crest, soars above me

words by: M. Kong

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