No. 7

by Kinjac

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Most of this album was written and recorded in Stockholm, Sweden. It was finished in Asheville, North Carolina.

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released November 17, 2010

All songs written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Michael O'Shea (Kinjac).

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Kinjac Los Angeles, California

Kinjac is the eclectic solo project of musician/producer Michael Greer O’Shea.

Taking the word solo quite literally, he writes, plays, records, mixes, and masters every sound on every Kinjac release and even produces his own music videos. He also releases independently through the Seven Moths record label he founded and has a hand in producing every release on the label. ... more

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Track Name: Atomic Sun Spots
atomic sun spots
blot out the sun
you ought to run
while you still can
from the technocratic man

something wicked this way comes
liars lie until they’re done
and nothing good was ever won
through the barrel of a gun

greed speeds the concentration
acclamations from the patients
of the sick disease
the promise of a dream’s a tease

transistor mister miser’s
talking on the radio again
he’s not your friend
no, no, no he’s not my friend
Track Name: White Lies
I’m ridding myself
of your mental stealth maneuvers
twisted tales behind your eyes
you’re addicted to lies
but they’re oh so white
so send them my way
you’ve got something on your mind
you’ve got something to say

what did you mean when you said what you said?
how do all those stories coexist inside your head?
you avoid each question one at a time
you neglect to mention what’s really on your mind
I never asked for this

what started with a kiss
ends with white lies missed
and you can hide your bliss
but you can’t hide this

I never asked for this

the way your eyes dart back and forth
belies the way your heart shuts the door on me
I hear you loud and clear

you’ve got something on your mind
I can’t explain
and the only thing I know for sure anymore
is your name
and I don’t have the time for this

white lies to dry wet eyes
but the damage is done
you stole the light from the sun
and salted soil won’t grow
and soaked eyes won’t glow again
what’s done is done
what’s done is done, my friend

what started with a kiss
ends with white lies missed
and you can hide your bliss
but you can’t hide this
Track Name: Telegraph Wire
haves and the haves and the haves
and the have nots

made for tv time slots
same story different plots
think tank paid ad spots
mind control thinks your thoughts
same war different spots
push button bombs dropped
break the cycle clear their oughts
break the chains and free your thoughts

chewed up, used up, forgotten you
screwed up and fooled by luck
they’ve got no use for you

class warfare tore us down
not enough to go around
left with something to be desired
smell of burnt tires
desperate times call for desperate minds
do you hear the message in the wires?

I received a telegram
from the son of man
telling me to take a stand
telling us to take a stand
do you hear the message in the wires?

I received a telegram
from the son of man
telling me to take a stand
telling us to take a stand
I received a telegram
from the son of man
same story new liars
do you hear the message in the wires?
Track Name: Different Words On Paper
slave labor
wage labor
same concept
different words on paper
kill thy neighbor
for thy maker
hypocrite and savior

drop that beat
in time to a sine wave
let the low end bring in a new age
this is the new craze
designed to shock you out of malaise

you can say what you'll say
pretend you're so blasé
you think that we're wrong
but the song we're singing's
deep within your meaning
and too far under your reason
for you to even see and
reject it at this time
but next season you'll be mine
already deep within your mind
pumping tempos locked in time
to the beat of the sublime

to the beat of the
sublime time
rhymed mind
hook and line
I'm feeling fine
insane divine
rewind my mind
to give me time
to see behind
anachronism
ancient wisdom
something gives them
future vision
don't believe them
till you see them
sink their teeth in
loosing feeling
reeling sealing
deals I'm beyond reason
tis the season
for your meaning
to collapse
can't keep it under wraps
the cat's out of the bag
what you have is now had
can't pretend that I'm sad
you've had your chance
now dance to this other drummer
fall subsumes the summer
I'll take you under
ground
show you around the town
you built on
ancient burial mounds
I'm underground
gaining renown
pumping tempos locked in time
to the beat of the sublime
to the beat of the sublime
go

slave labor
wage labor
same concept
different words on paper
kill thy neighbor
for thy maker
hypocrite and savior
Track Name: Burnt
you slipped up
and now you’re all burnt up
left with nothing but
the bad decisions that you’ve made
you’ve made a fool of yourself
you lost your dignity and your wealth
your sanity and your health
your heart was made of ice
and now it melts

your heart was made of ice
and now it melts
it melts

you slipped up
and now you’re all burnt up
twisted tales of reality
burn your skin like a paper cut
you were promised more than this
broken promises of chances missed
leave a taste in your mouth
like an unwanted stranger’s kiss

you never had a chance

checks bounce to the beat
war mongers steal and cheat
and all you can feel is the heat
of burnt dreams
of burnt dreams
of burnt dreams

you never had a chance
Track Name: Set Your Soul Aflame
dig down under the ground
and set your soul aflame

I’m understood
less often than I’d like to think
you misunderstood me
more often than you’d like to think

you’ve got your reasons
for every season under the sun
you’re a disease
and I’m leaving you just where I please

dig down under the ground
and set your soul aflame
Track Name: Sexualized
can’t get enough

we’re all so sexualized
the sensuality's been stripped from our eyes
disguised by an economic capitalized
idealized sexual identity stripped bare of bare humanity