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Master Fade

by Austin Heath

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1.
the Continue 04:33
Flipping through the contacts on my phone thinking most of you are assholes and the rest are probably sleeping. I don't think somethings so simple it can't make sense and everything on this pedestal is empty in virtue. You said there's a place for everything so yeah, you pretend everything has a place. I don't know what I'm doing. Your voice is soothing my soul so stop speaking of all of my idols are crazed or insane. Sexists and Stalinists, racists and communists, reactionary zombies, but am I not the same?
2.
Suitcase 04:35
Why does it hurt so much? Oh God... I really wish I had a cigarette and I was a smoker, just can't seem to die fast enough, but object fading, here's an answer you can understand: Whats a body that's not for possession? well maybe You're going to reap, Just what you've sewn. Sipping on coffee like it's arsenic. Be the death of me, or tell me lies covered in glitter and called feminine. We'll never ever see the reason why. But you're going to reap, just what you've sewn. If you go looking for a killer, and are finding mirrors when you think you're a player, but you wind up the dealer. When you slash out my tires, take me along, but in thought and in practice, something is wrong. If one day, in vain, you retain consciousness, I'll ask you "Jesus Christ?! Where in hell have you been?" If I got a suitcase full of fifties and some are counterfeit, would you tell me if you ever had a reason to live? This is a story written in metaphors, and confusion. See my story written on my lover's walls. You're going to reap, just what you've sewn. Now I'm not saying that I'm perfect, but nobody said that I'm not, I'm trying to cash a check that nobody wants, and there's no winning no trying, no day after this, Just pack your bags and get on the waiting list, and if you see me asleep, and you want me awake my only suggestion is that you're wrong. If you see me asleep, and you want me awake, my only suggestions that you're wrong.
3.
Trying 04:48
I thought I could be a star, I thought, hell, I might get very far yeah before dying and, I'm still trying, now she says that I cannot sing, told me thats a compliment, or so it seems well. I ain't crying, hell, I'm still trying, now, I don't dream of having a pretty face, if I had a million dollars I'd blow it in one place. Give a sigh and say, "At least I'm trying" Am I too late, or out of time? I've been playing in my prime. Am I right? Or just whats left? Baby please, don't hold your breathe. I'll do my fair share of the work, the ones undone will say I'm dumb as dirt but on my end I was only trying. I found ibuprofen in my bed, shouldn't they be in my head, it's painfully surprising, yes, that I'm still trying. And everything turns to shit, but it's not like I'm a professional. All this time I spent lying to myself, and only now did I get it. Fuck you, if you don't understand this now then you're not supposed to. There is no flavor no reason, nothing; no accomplishments will define you. All this time I spent lying to myself,. I have my chance to move forward, and I'm trying.
4.
Welcome to the living room! The bizarre state of all things comes to climax, psychic hurricanes and barbarian therapy stab me in the back, stab me in the heart, but in the end isn't it all the same bleeding? And you swore they would never figure out... Welcome to the living room! The bizzare state of all things comes to climax, stab me in the back, stab me in the heart, it's the same bleeding. And you swore they would never figure out
5.
I'm pretty sure in spending all of God's money: It gets the praise and I'll take the blame. I took plenty of inventions away cos me and faith, just could not pollinate. You don't say you don't know? When the spiral meets the square? I'll get older some day, I'll fail to maintain my air. They found their heads were frozen, and when they thawed the ice they found that those galvanic shocks failed to establish life. So they were just dead the whole damn time. Don't talk about death so much, just contemporary write and you'll like life you'll be life-like just give it a try in my mind it's been a good time to just sit down I took one too many lefts to make this right. You don't say you don't know, when the spiral meets the square it gets colder, it gets brighter, then the life just disappears. Tell me all your gossip, and I'll spread the dirt, but I've got nothing bad to say. Empty out your pockets and no one gets hurt, but I've got nothing bad to say.
6.
I got sunshine on my back, I used to wear a lot of black, then I found I like the color yellow. I got sunshine in my heart, if it all ends the way it starts, I'd just like to say, hello! and if the sun doesn't come out today I like rainy days better anyways, if darkness creeps it's way back in I'll say hello! I've got sunshine in my head, bright ideas and messages, I got nowhere, nowhere to go. I got sunshine in my hands, answers I don't want or understand. I guess I don't fucking know.
7.
Illuminated porches. Black ocean tide. Harlem in Athens. Muses with guitars. My very resurrection; speechless to mother, father. Like being famous. Reprinting poetry. Delicate London, open the door. Jumping and joying what silence harbors. But you can smile like a better man. Hail to the noise, young teeth. Azure, neon. Tin prophecy. In every bar it's Saturday night. Apocalypse, Cerberus heads.
8.
Something in the winter always leaves me feeling bitter. This shit just piles up and that's a fact. It's not fair coming from me especially with how you love me, but nothing ever leaves this cold intact. But it's not your fault that I always feel abandoned. It's not your fault that I always feel this way. Lover I've gone crazy this page is emulating. I'm drowning in the inkwell of this pen. I fear I'm not enough, fuck, it's just a minor slump. I'll surface soon and then I'll breathe again. I'll get on my feet again.
9.
Master Fade 04:16

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“Master Fade” is about being an artist, but not in general; it is about my experience as an artist and a human being. It is another selfish CD for a self-centered world that either is brutally real, or that I have painted around myself. It is a long personal admission of ignorance, confession of guilt and confirmation of futility. It is both a glittery suicide note and an acceptance of something very hard to overcome; the mediocrity of life.

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released March 17, 2014

All Instruments, Vocals, mixing and editing -Austin Heath
except:
Violin on "Black Oceantide" -Brandy Heath
Back Up Vocals on Jack Nicholson -Christina Dennis

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Cleveland Based Singer-songwriter and recording artist.

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