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released October 16, 2012

Invisible Hand is:
Jon Bray, Adam Smith, Thomas Dean, Adam Brock, the American single.

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The Purdie shuffle, sandwiches, experimental chip markets, the Naked Gods, Whatever Brains, Chris “Deerhoof” Baker.

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Track Name: Eating Out
And here we are in the back of my car
The pangs of lust are just too loud
Nothing to our names, we stay home
Eating out while dining in

But I wanna change the mood so hop on in
It’s to the store without a coin in hand

I, I don’t have a dime to ask you out
But I, I’d commit a crime to ask you out

So here we are in the back of my car
We didn’t get too far; the doors were shut
I guess I’m forced to eat you now
Hunger’s gone when you’re around

Arrest me now, yes I will confess
But I’ve never felt so full in all my life

Immortalize two birds with one stone

I, I don’t have a dime to ask you out
But I, I’d commit a crime to ask you out
Track Name: Psychic Cat
The day it was born it was cast as a weed
I cherished its thorns and watered its leaves
But when she started to wilt
I pulled up from the root
Cause who wants a pest in their garden

Psychic cat: she’s in my head
Don’t ever come back; you’re my allergy

Well fuck what it’s like; this is what it is
I can’t get mad when I work for free
The arrow is cast but the targets amiss
I don’t get the blues it’s only red that I see

Psychic cat: she’s in my head
Don’t ever come back; you’re my allergy

Turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream
On a raft I built from dreams
Track Name: Home At Last
Howling at the moon, the animals call my name.
Fought with mystery, should I leave it or should I stay?
This moment will not pass enjoy yourself while you still can
The shackles on, the noose is set,
You’ll never be that boy again

Won’t you take a bow: you’re the king of the animals now
I’ll never leave womb, she’ll always be in my bed
I walk through life on a canvas of skin
My arms brush through the air with a coloring pen
I’m higher now than I’ve ever been
My feet don’t touch the ground when I’m walking

That which makes you a boy; you’ll never get that back
That which makes you a boy; do you really want it anyways?
That which makes you a man or woman; life will never be so slack

Howling at the moon
Won’t you take a bow?
Track Name: Bleach Bums
Lazing on a beach, the waves are crashing into banks of coral reefs;
So loud. The gulls compete for scraps of food;
I bleach my thoughts of things to do
My mind is all on you

While you’re writing an epic for the man,
This beach will calm our aching heads
You grab me by the neck and say:
“I’ve been burned a thousand times before
Don’t let it happen again
Turn this burn to a tan”

Don’t make my angel blush she’ll turn too red
I curse the devil’s callous touch.
Relax and ease your mind I’ll save you from the sharks that lurk in office rooms
Don’t make me slit his throat

Winter comes without a warning
Snow is like the sand that’s falling down
You grab me by the neck and say:
“My heart is cold from a winter storm.
Don’t let it happen again
Turn this heart to a son”