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False Point (demos)

by United Shapes

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Hello Radio 02:24
Welcome to your big, big show We just got here, now it's time to go This place smells like a half-eaten cake A sticky smell left by millionaire fakes I was in my car It was late at night when I first heard it said Words from a little star It took a long, long time to get it out of my head It said: We came to make a mess We came to bother you to death Hello, radio.
Accident 02:30
This is an account of the time I was collected up and buried alive Down there in the peace and the quiet I could nap all day and sleep all night It was an accident I rang my little bell They brought shovels and pails Apologized for weeks til I got well This is an account of the time I was abandoned on a desert island My analyst there told me I was going crazy But what does he know? He's a bird It was an accident The boat came back that night Asked if I was alright And "would you help us row if you don't mind?" This is an account of the time I was arrested for a crime that wasn't mine So what if I keep all my money In a duffel bag in the trunk of my car? It was an accident The detective got it wrong I never said I had a bomb And I don't know how to work a parachute This is an account of the time I was elected president by a landslide From the back of the train car I waved And said Americans were dumb and God was dead It was an accident I said it was a joke They said "recount the votes!" They chased me down the street with pitchforks
This is not a metaphor And I am not fucking around I am pushing wind up my neck And out my mouth to make this sound Designers made them simple and right And traffic made us see what they do I'm a line, but I'm more than a line I've got direction and style And I cannot tell a lie Arrows are honest Arrows are honest I mean what I say And I point where I mean Arrows are honest Arrows are honest I mean what I say And I point where I mean This is telling, and there's no need to ask This is knowing, this is not a surprise Here's the thing, won't you look at the thing? This is looking, this is open your eyes On the plane on the safety belt sign At the market in the checkout line There's a service that I'm drawn to provide And if you look at me nice I'll tell you when where and why I mean what I say and I point where I mean Which means I'm gonna say what I would like you to see I mean what I say and I point where I mean I've got something to say, and I hope that you'll agree with me That this is not a metaphor And I am not fucking around I am showing at the speed of look And I am telling at the speed of sound And if you think that I am playing a game, If you think that I am playing a song, I've got a way to make it easy for you To understand the subtle ways in which you got it all wrong
I'm gonna start Brushing my hair and combing my teeth And I am going to start Wearing pants that reach down to my feet I'm gonna start to look good I'm gonna look for a job I want to work We are a factory, we make love And we're the #1 producer of When the millstone Stops turning and the tired workers open their hands When the whip drops And the obedient animals begin to understand When the whistle blows And the cobwebs are put back on the machinery The people go home They want to start to look good They want to look for a job They want to work We are a factory, we make love And we're the #1 producer of We are responsible when we're young For looking soft-n-easy in the sun Punch in at 9:00 Roll out at 9:08 When the work ends And the feelings we were feeling ain't true anymore The conveyor begins And the product rolls out onto the factory floor And soon they'll want to look good They'll want to look for a job They'll want to work We are a factory, we make love And we're the #1 producer of Responsible to make the young Pink for a girl, blue for a son
When it's nice outside I like to keep the windows open Let the night roll in and smell the overlapping seasons Now it's dark inside, can't see the things in my apartment But I know they're there and I think something is crawlin on em Cats broke in my house I tried, I couldn't keep them out They wanted it so bad They wanted in Get home late from work, take comfort knowing I'm alone Greet my furniture like normal "honey I am home" Then across my path, hey what the hell is hap'nin Then right out the door, them crazy cats was back again Now I'm all alone again and that's the way I like it Patched the hole in the screen where the cats made their unlawful entry Now it's straight to bed or I won't get any Christmas presents But guess what I find more of as soon as I turn down the covers All the cats in the town want something that I have.
I know, I know How it goes Dangerous shapes never know their place In the world, make a home in a junk drawer A dangerous space For a tender place Somebody better come And turn these lights back on And file the edges down so we don't cut our fingers off when We try to touch each other in each other's sleep Sleep safe Dangerous shapes Are always on the make Until they find A friendly face To make them feel Make them feel less dangerous It's a lonely and a sad affair That wonderful and rare Are words that have become synonymous to you and me and The time we spend together Rubbing up against each other with our Dangerous shapes We're in a ragged state So we'll stand perfectly still Like chickens with our heads still on But not for long Cuz we can only do wrong In the nighttime, broken glass rattles in the sack like Dangerous shapes We gotta watch our backs Until we find A friendly face To make us feel Make us feel less dangerous Well look what we did! A play-related injury There's body parts for picking up and picking the ones to save You're a train wreck And I suspect That things are dangerously close again to shaping up that way Until we find A friendly face To make us feel Make us fell less dangerous
Two hearts beating side by side One a paperweight one a Puff of smoke in the eye It’s a great mistake to make When the coffee gets cold and the magazine stops Having words that I haven’t read I’ll get caught In the quiet company of an afterthought That’s when I will Meet my Meet my ghost Two bodies in this house One a kettle steaming one a Empty shoe still in the box What a complement to watch When the toast gets stale and the bacon gets soft And the scramby eggs get eaten I’ll get caught In the quiet company of an afterthought That’s when I will Meet my Meet my ghost Two theories on why we Love our company one is Sarcastic and unhelpful And the other’s poetry When my heart explodes and my spirit floats off We’ll be together but then I’ll get caught In the quiet company of an afterthought That’s when I will Meet my Meet my ghost
Shake Ground 03:15
some day you'll see the ground shake me a romantic necromancy now that i'm back from the dead what would you have me do i'm waiting for orders from you the one that i'm indebted to you seem so surprised that your crazy ritual actually worked by bringing me back around you might have seen some change, but i'm still the same though i've decayed i've spent some time underground for ten long years the worms chowed down on my remains not too much left of me now but your incantations made my old bones a home again and called my spirit back home
House Shoes 01:35
Everybody in this town is crazy 'cept for me In and out of houses switching on and off TVs A human in a mid-sized car will drive until he stops A weasel 'round the mulberry bush will run until he pops I was alone then I was lonely so I made friends in my brain but all of them hated me on TV Blame it on the Lazy Shave I was insane 'til I went crazy Now I watch cartoons all day and wear my house shoes everywhere.
Sheets on the bed are ruffled and the pillows are gone Sheets on the bed are ruffled and the pillows are gone If I find who took 'em I'll pitch one fit take feather from the pillow and tar from the pit I'll dress my baby up pretty then I'll be gone Lipstick on my collar is fading away Lipstick on my collar is fading away I could take a wild guess where it went or I could buy a new collar and marry it Doesn't have a thing to do with the price of tea far away Choked on a muffin and fell to the earth last night Choked on a muffin and fell to the earth last night I met the devil and he gave me a muffin then I met God and he didn't say nothin' Then I rode on a camel through a camel-sized needle's eye Everybody, everybody, everybody, 1 - 2 - 3 Everybody in the world wants the same thing, even me. There's a thing in the world that everybody wants and you can die with a smile if you even just once can sing about the time that you had the thing that everybody everybody everybody wants
False Point 04:34
When I get back from where I'm going I expect to see your fancy luggage Packed and by the door Take your piggy banks And snow globes with the skylines Cuz I don't want to shake those anymore I hope I'm making myself clear I'm going back on the pills You drove me off of I've heard about a place I've seen some photographs That made me feel like when I was a child I know that I'll fit in there I've got a matching hat I'll sign the breakup papers that you filed I hope I'm making myself clear You'll never see me again Unless you come on down to False Point Your welcome in False Point Where nothing's for sale No circular treadmills for chasing your tail Evolve at your leisure Hold on to your wings Don't busy your pretty head with material things The mayor is a bird The D.A. is a bird The warden is a bird You think about the future I'll think about a hole You always said that I would die alone You're right about the one thing I'm probly gonna die But how and when you couldn't be more wrong I hope I'm making myself clear I've got no business here
The sun is broken It gives no light at all The sea has slowed from a flood to a crawl The sky is empty There's not a star in sight Test pattern loneliness, I'm done for the night People and places Erased from the past You can make an impression, but nothing lasts Is this the big one? I thought there would be more Full-scale invasion or a worldwide war What's left to do now But sit and twiddle our thumbs And wait for space and time to come undone No second coming No blood-red sea No explosions on TV No one to miss us No one to drive our hearse Cancelled subscription to the universe The phone is busy But no one's on the line I hear some breathing, but I think it's mine At the chocolaty center There's a spiraling hole But here on the surface things are dull This is the boring end of time Not worth a picture No show business countdown No Dick Clark And no champagne This is the boring end of time Last page of the story Eight minutes ago we didn't know But now we do And if I had known the end of time Would be so boring I would've brought a magazine


False Point is United Shapes' debut album. It features songs about love, birds, cats, cars, junk drawers, ghosts who drink coffee, zombies, watching cartoons, graphic design, abandoned malls, misfortune, a place we thought was in Long Island but wasn't, detuned radios, and the end of the world.


released June 5, 2004

Drew Cave - guitar, trombone, drums, vocals
Joseph Devens - keyboard, guitar, drums, synths, vocals
Written by Devens-Cave
Produced by United Shapes


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United Shapes Austin, Texas

United Shapes are an alternative pop/rock duo formed in 2004 in Austin, TX by Joseph Devens and Drew Cave. New studio album Confuseograph available 2/10/23 on Flim Flam Records.

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