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Moon Gear

by Basic Printer

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1.
Time is a slimy thing… But I am the timing king. Because I know the difference between a sec and a minute So turn my eyes, Turn the cortex clockwise So you can see yourself, so you can be yourself I drove home the other day I chose the long way Just to feel the seconds Just to feel the wreckage Of the gravity on myself Turn the hourglass on the shelf And let me feel each grain enter my brain I found a watch on the ground It made a beautiful sound I couldn’t let it go to waste Time was already erased So I clicked it on Felt the eras of gone Felt the cogs turn in with a sickening click
2.
Time Mage 03:54
One day you'll find your troops are all down Don't run away, our fates aren't bound Find your magic and channel it Time Mage slows it all down A way to bring 'em to the ground Time Mage The clocks in town are ticking at night And cobblestones are stuck into the ground Round 'em up, armor up yourselves, And slow it all down! Time Mage slows it all down A way to bring 'em to the ground Time Mage
3.
Anxious Universe It swells around then watches you quiver Wonder what goes around If it really comes back to the ground Time to throw up our arms Throw up ourselves until we’re on the floor A bird pecked right at my door I went up to the mat to greet it It looked around Until it realized that I was a snake I guess I should’ve been more careful. The anxious universe I really want a way to find it See me, a blue decree One that can just spin the world around. A bird pecked at my door. I guess I should’ve been more careful.
4.
Clown 03:39
I have to go, It’s time to check in to my job. I’ll have you know, I’m extremely important. I help fingers grow To the furthest reaches of your skull, gripping to pull And remove the woe swelling up everyday. Because I know the way into your spine: You take a piece of bone and fragments and you bind it with twine. I string it through to see what you’re all about, And I put you all together like a hung up clown. And now there’s supposed To be a puppeteer around To hold you. But he won’t seem to show And I’m much too short. If I could just grow, I’d have you dangling like a puppet. But it’s hard to know ‘Cause at the moment I’m just mute. Because I know the way into your spine: You take a piece of bone and fragments and you bind it with twine. I string it through to see what you’re all about, And I put you all together like a hung up clown Enjoy the puppet show As I’m mangled on the floor. I need a crafty Joe To make me do a little dance. Oh wait I used to know How to do this by myself… I guess we all stay low When we fall down. And now there’s supposed To be a puppeteer around To hold you. But he won’t seem to show And I’m much too short.
5.
The trickling drops of blame are swirling around, So put your poncho up! It’s time to run and dodge precipitation, So let’s go for a run. You’re one to take it all, roll with the punches… You’re so adept with it! So duck your head and jet through the ripping current , Before you’re drowned again. You wield your face, Ambassador of Trouble… You take the hits for all! When trouble comes you’re just so perspicacious, I hope you never fall. So devious, a deviant with purpose… You never seem to breathe. It’s like you keep a corset in your pocket, Just in case you need. To speak the part, to stand and charm the victim, To have ‘em in your eyes. You have a stack to keep all of your blessings… Or are they just lies? You wield your face, Ambassador of Trouble… You take the hits for all! When trouble comes you’re just so perspicacious, I hope you never fall.
6.
Flora Aetus 04:12
Open your book, make a click of your pen It’s time to write again. And don your field glasses now, and take a look around. It would seem the fauna’s grown. Peering off through the haze, you see a distant gaze. You arm your book and sights. After trudging a bit, you found the seed of your brain. The plants that your life entombed. Horologia… Flora Aetus grows. A misty field makes for a good place To see this stuff abound. But you shouldn’t make haste, no that’d just be a waste, There’s something more to do. Well if you were a plant, what would you want in life? To stay planted in the ground? Or would you call all the bees, or a botanist, please, To help dissect you out? Horologia… Flora Aetus grows.
7.
Horology 03:21
Hourglass for hour’s sand A ticking clock, the minute hand It ticks. It clicks. Now we turn the cogs in place The maker scrunches up his face And rolls his sleeves So we study horology, for what? For what? Subdivide the growing tide of age New page The cyclic poem of a watch Eases you into your notch In time. It’s fine. Subconsciously you feel the day Slowly passing you away It’s fine…in time. So we study horology, for what? For what? Subdivide the growing tide of age New page
8.
Wood boards surrounding me everywhere Just how will I get through it? A base of secrets and carpentry Nothing left but me for the sky Let’s get to the trees I think I need a better point of vision The clouds are just within arm’s reach I’m a mouse. I’m the knockout mouse, and I just want out From the constrictive nature of your head’s construction A day spent littered in periphery I wonder if they’ll ever even see me This place requires my maintenance It lacks the attention that it needs I’d gladly give my life for your brain If it means that you see me Some day, I wanna die for the sake Of you tripping on my body I’m the knockout mouse, and I just want out From the constrictive nature of your head’s construction One day you’ll see me and you’ll be free But now I’m crawling in your hyper vision Come to, and feel the crawl of your veins And I’ll just take the reins Somehow you’ve built this house all for me And yet the rent keeps coming The slack is more than I could need Pull the rope I’ll crawl into your ear in the night You won’t even feel a tickle And if I can just get inside You’ll find that I keep you alive I’m the knockout mouse, in the constrictive nature of your head’s construction. One day you’ll see me and you’ll be free But now I’m crawling in your hyper vision Come to, and feel the crawl of your veins And I’ll just take the reins
9.
We are marching clocks, we march for you Because we don’t know what to do And we will get there just in time And you will finally realign We crush the blocks and obstacles To get to the great spectacles Of lands that are lost and forgone! We claim them and stake them in our name We are the marching clocks. Raise your spears, the pleas of our people knock! We’re put together like clockwork. Tinkering, conquering, enemies are sure to avert! We can step in time it’s just not real The way we’re always toe to heel You’d think we might just miss a step But I assure you we never are misled Turning, ticking, little arms and hands We’re wondering, wandering, different lands Until we find something to use Why not consider joining the crew? We are the marching clocks! Raise your spears, the pleas of our people knock! We’re put together like clockwork! Tinkering, conquering, enemies are sure to avert!
10.
Think… I constructed a cable car for all of my Thoughts And now at the station there is something going On I wouldn’t sit and forego the endless rhythmic click of cogs that turn with every little pinch and every Drop The conductor tips his hat, and turns his eyes up to the clouds. And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around, But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound. And they melt into my brain. But I swear I’m not insane, Because I’m thinking in English. Cool… So tell me about your vacant sunny train station Stop It’s always devoid of people, the best place to have a Read You know despite all the cars, conductors do not have to let you in they see your face and then decide you’re lost. But I can’t say that I blame you. And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around. But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound. And they melt into my brain. But I swear I’m not insane, Because I’m thinking in English.

about

This is a backlogged record, endearingly called a 'Printer Prelude'. I find these records to be dated, of a lesser quality, and not as indicative of my current level of musicianship, however there are some good songs here. This was written long ago, but brought back to life. There is an accompanying podcast explaining this older record, which you can find at basicprinter.com/podcast. Enjoy!

Moon Gear is the soundtrack to a fictional game, set in the world of Platonia where the coveted 'Flora Aetus' flower fuels the mechanisms, discovery, and motives of its residents. Featured are a full cast of characters that each have a place in Platonia's culture and society. Put together a story of your own!

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released August 27, 2013

Sounds:
Jesse Gillenwalters - Everything except...
Jake Bellissimo - Great Violas on Tracks 2 & 10

Sights:
Matt Costanzo - Art, Story, & Character Design. Character and landscape sketches.
Jesse Gillenwalters - Art, Story & Character design. Coloring.
Mayumi Park - Front cover

Special Thanks:
Matt Costanzo, Dan Gale, Bob Tyler, Jake Bellissimo, Mayumi Park, Alex Nuonsy, Michael Lake, Shigeru Miyamoto, Tom Fec, Jeff Mangum, K. Ishibashi, Kevin Barnes, The Dirty Projectors, Boy Eats Drum Machine, Nate Kinsella

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