The Oct8pus - A Tuesday in November

A Tuesday in November...

 

Welcome to A Tuesday in November EP by the Oct8pus. Enter the super mega secret code "Tuesday" to listen.

 

Also, check out our first album: Where's Neptune? 

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The Oct8pus is: Mike Billa: Vocals, Guitars, Drums & Drum machines, Clarinet, Melodica, Keys 

 

Andrew McCarron: Bass, Vocals, Piano, Keys.

 

Jinx: Vocals on Days Between and Ontario, backup vocals on Feels Like Yesterday and Transformer.

 

All Songs written and produced by Billa/McCarron. Recorded at Snug Harbor, NYC. Engineered by: Chris Cadawas, Snug Studios. Copyright The Oct8pus, 2008. All rights reserved.

 

Lyrics

 

FEELS LIKE YESTERDAY

 

August feels like yesterday

Summer feels like miles away

Money is just borrowed time

Everyone is trigger-happy

Patience now is last in line

 

August feels like yesterday

Feels like summer’s ending now

A nightly chill

It makes me want to turn away

 

Saw you, on a sunny day in May

Told me that you had to go away

Sometimes, I wish you could have stayed

Knowing you we’ll meet again

I think I saw you yesterday

 

August feels like yesterday

Feels like summer’s ending now

A nightly chill

It makes me want to turn away

 

MOTHER’S DAY

 

In the womb we see the light at the end

When we’re out we wonder, “Will I be there again?”

‘Cause we’re going through this life – we’re anonymous, searchin’ for an alias

For a way to penetrate this darkness

 

Do we seek the womb every moment of our being?

Looking for that place of comfort, silently sleeping

Soundly in the safety of an underwater sanctum

Suspended animation with these thoughts like phantoms

 

When we die do our lives flash before our eyes?

Is the last thing we see that tunnel of light?

And the outside sky makes us partially blind

From the cold heat of the night we like to hide

 

We emerge from the darkness

With a tear in our eye

We come full circle

We go back down the tunnel of light

 

A mother’s womb will set you free, make you breathe

Make you see, make you be, make you bleed

It all begins with a reaction, in fractions, a rhythm

A nation born of intermittent contractions

 

We’ll go through life, by and by, fail and try

And when our time is chimed - Slow but sure

We dive

Into the blueness leave the corpus

And the light at the end of the tunnel is bliss

 

We emerge from the darkness

With a tear in our eye

We come full circle

We go back down the tunnel of light

 

It ends where we began

It ends where we began

 

Back in the fetal position I cry

Back in the fetal position I die

 

We emerge from the darkness

With a tear in our eye

We come full circle

We go back down the tunnel of light

 

It ends where we began

 

  

Ontario

 

There’s a river

And a tree

Look a cloud

It passes

How were we born

Where will we go

What to think

How to know

 

Evangeline

Where did you go

Evangeline

Are you swimming in Ontario?

 

There’s a field

And a tree

Look someone’s coming

It’s me

Why were we born

Why do we go

What’s an I

How to grow

 

TRANSFORM

 

I try to transform

Even though I can’t be borne

Some go; some remain

Things don’t feel the same

 

Up from the ashes

And into the noon

The grass is growing

Way too soon

 

I went to the place

That I was before

The people had changed

As had the core of me

 

ISAIAH

 

I read a story in the Village Voice called “Why the World is Fucked”

With climate change and oil wars while ices turn to slush

Coney Island’s all bought up now; the Wonder Wheel’s for rent

While the brokers up in corporate will collect the dividends

 

Isaiah

Isaiah

Is this the second coming that you once spoke of?

Isaiah

Isaiah

Is this your messiah?

 

So the fate of humankind is on the backs of billionaires

Will they see the light, do what’s right? Will they even care?

A rush to save the world in their new Manolo Blanics

The corporate messiah is certified organic

The funny thing my friend, I don’t know if to laugh or cry

When the waters drink Manhattan up Minnesota will be dry

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