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Skeptics

by Binger

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1.
Strings 04:20
Life gave you everything attached to a string Life gave me everything attached to a string Life gave us energy to stand up and sing My inner chasm’s just a spasm of the forces I bring (Shakir) I see him there, but I don’t wanna say yo I just wanna go, his first name I don’t wanna know He looks at me, I stare I don’t say hello You ain’t my bro and what I’m thinking, you don’t wanna know I’ve changed So much you can’t see the story in my eyes Life may have crawled from the ocean but I promise you consciousness flies Erase me so that my life is just one of your lies Erase your memory and watch as eternity dies I couldn’t help it. I put up a screen Between being their dean and their machine It was so obscene, routine But for them it was so serene White lies construct the psyche so that innocence loses its sheen The distance came but no one thought it was shit You couldn’t understand the hit you fit to make it legit But I submit when I spit, I was the same to commit I didn’t know how to make friends so I guess I just quit No excuses it was tough, but I still had my boys No matter how close they got to me they were always like toys I could put them away in my heart whenever I needed Whenever maximum commitment in my head was exceeded Now that’s true, but still false, I was more so involved Than I like to think, but I don’t think the problem is solved It’s just evolved Into something that I cannot control I’m outta jail but I still got another year parole Life gave you everything attached to a string Life gave me everything attached to a string Life gave us energy to stand up and sing My inner chasm’s just a spasm of the forces I bring (Braden) I'm spitting blasphemies and treasons sinning like premarital heathens is A regal kid straight out the rural bubble I'm in an urban jungle Tryna juggle life and love and family but a lack of stacks Has got a homie famished like potato droughts in Dublin is So no I'm true to all the passions I envisioned Back when both my folks would show no love in houses we were living in So there I looked to find some kind of time to try and realize the prize of mine would lie in rhymes and beats that I could kick it with Now I live it scares of failure got me motivated It's so vivid every time I make a mistake How staying locked up in my head has got me raising the stakes Until the thoughts of all this falling my resolve wanna break and its like All this lateral movement inside my psyche got me compulsively proving to myself just what this might be: A fluke? Hard work? Or something I deserved? All this second guessing is making my mind hurt But it's worth it I repeat to get to sleep at night And though I got few options left I think that I can rhyme alright So imma keep believing that one day I can achieve it, and I'll stay on my feet if these anxieties don't kill me first Or worse one day you might awake and find that time caught up to you And somewhere through the years all of your dreams just weren't as resolute So got it gotta hold it gotta keep on keeping on Cause you'll never see it coming when it's suddenly gone Life gave you everything attached to a string Life gave me everything attached to a string Life gave us energy to stand up and sing My inner chasm’s just a spasm of the forces I bring
2.
Longing, longing for something Maybe its nothing But either way been longing much too long Been turning off and on Been waiting here for something clear What I want just to appear The heart wants what it wants It can't tell right from wrong I'll probably repeat this song, but anyway Been longing much too long
3.
Don't cry for me, I will exist I'll still persist after I'm gone. Temporary, All things in life end. In due time Death is fated. nothing's sacred on its own. Without context, All the world slips by. With this in mind, What's the use in not pursuing what you can. Evolution, Push beyond your self. So, Don't cry for me, When all mistakes are for the sake of learning more. Realizing, All things in life end.
4.
If I Knew 03:52
(Stephanie) Every now and then I’m paranoid that it’s a trap And I think I’m on track but I know there are twists and turns Along the way, life hurts… But I can never resist Making friends, making love, making sense Proving to ourselves that this all makes sense Living in a dream All we’ve got is all we have What is life if it won’t last? What we choose to perceive Becomes what we believe So bound by symmetry Perfect history Shame and blame Everybody says, it’s not their fault Side-by-side We are one in the same In the same game Oh save me Care for me Share your love with me carefully (Shakir) Every now and then I’m paranoid that it’s a trap And I think I’m on track, but I know there are twists In the ladders of experience that bridge the gap Between the few things in life that we can never resist Making friends, making love, making sense Proving to ourselves that this is actually the present tense Flip-flopping from memories to hopes and dreams Constantly afraid that what we’re seeing isn’t how it seems Consistently aware that all we’ve got is all we’ve ever had And realizing limits don’t submit but create good and bad Relentlessly subjected to the speed of our perceptions Vision as a crutch We never make exceptions When it comes to the super-basic feeling facts Acidic wheeling mounting tacks Suspended by the ropes of all the things that we have written down Wearing see-through dressing gowns Using nakedness as ammunition; the honorific silent sounds Of shame and blame, evolution and the melting pot Everybody is convinced that all our problems are But they are not inherent And we can’t blame the media Our parents, the government, or our faith in academia Cause either way we flip it, the coin has to land on a side And somehow, our similarities become the tools we use To divide our population into characteristics Buy our egos back using capitalistic Objectifications and representations Of disguised romantic thought about our road to salvation Because we never stopped caring But we may have stopped sharing our love in a race to the good I’m sure that I would help you if I really understood If I knew that I could If I knew that I could If I knew that I could Maybe if I knew that you would
5.
(Braden) I'm ten feet lifted, I keep my head in the clouds And and at a distance, 'cuz I just don't care What you have to say, I prefer to stow myself away. (Shakir) Making sense has nothing to do with being negative Emotional difference to the mind is such a sedative Gave me everything I got but always takes it all away Reducing my heart so that it never has to go that way (Braden) They're influential, I'll bend and break at their will I've got no anchor, 'cuz I'm a man of few convictions I'll do anything you say If you convince me things will be ok (Shakir) The confusion that we lie about's the reason why We've joined ourselves in vulnerability until we say goodbye But now I've checked in on the cat and have to deal with that, Hoping one day, you'll find a reason not to take me back (Braden) I can't get over these doubts That I can't live without So don't tell me how to act Instead just look at the lilacs She knows I'm drifted, I talk to her in the clouds And at a distance, but I just won't come down To deal with my disgrace But she can see it written on my face (Shakir) You never have to step in the room if you don't like the pain Commitment never bites the dust, before it circles round the drain Connections are conducive to closeness just as much as space We might have a spark but we're both moving at a different pace (Braden) Right now she's ok, but just can't help but freak out Despite her knowing, She makes a mountain of a molehill inside her head Taking solace in the things I've said (Shakir) The world is always changing just as much as my emotions are I'm grounded in you; but the self can only go so far Negating my ego, every time you show me how I'm wrong We can never be in love cuz neither of us last that long (Braden) So do away with your doubts We can figure it out So babe you need to relax I'm saying look at the lilacs (Monologue) Gestation, molded in a patient husk. Maturation, the product thereof. I reached out time and again, trying to feel some maternal breeze, some beckoning warmth, a distant call to arms I could undertake. To rend me from shriveled prospect, buried in the secrecy and cold, to a source of envy. A well of hope for what's to come. I would leave passerby in awe at my rebirth, and tears in my absence. Frustration, all the time wasted in concentration on who I could never be. It's the longest thing I'll ever do, and the quickest thing I've ever done. (Braden) So do away with all doubt We can figure it out We all need to relax
6.
King Vice 05:04
Guns, girls, sex, weed, All these things I think I need. God, glory, honor, pride, The need to not feel dead inside. Touch, heat, meat love, Desire fits you like a glove. Bars, tabs, hooks, doses, Lost the time to smell the roses. Casting, off, what is, real, You need the way she makes you feel. Minds, barely, held, together, Convince yourself this makes you better. Stories, tangled, strangers, college, Strip me of my love of knowledge. Every, idea, has a price, Help me I'm the King of Vice
7.
Either love me hate me, don’t beat around in between Because at least I’ll know where I stand, ya know what I mean? My life’s a business, a business full of habits and dreams With circumstances that get byzantine when you intervene And now I’m sitting here writing you another song Hoping that you sing along and realize these words are for you But you never do, even worse you never will Put me on your window sill And leave me here to stare at the view I think I’m very slowly realizing, memorizing Patronizing, socializing customs that I need to go through Because the game’s not a fair one The claims that would scare someone away Have kept me running, but I don’t know where to Déjà vu Is this same girl that I dated 5 years ago but never got over? Could be true If we’re really ideologies that manifest as people full of crimson and clover Cuz the first day I saw you could go down in the books As the worst day I say you cuz you didn’t look back And if I don’t find someone to put up with me soon I might go searching on the back of the moon If they don’t take him away, He might convince me that you’re actually worth it Because 95% of the time I think that you’re perfect And I’m still learning how to circumvent my own bullshit And love seems to me like taking the hit, for each other Not for ourselves or reproduction We can know it still works without proof by induction Somehow we’re here but the feeling is strange (The feeling is strange) I think I’m in love but the feeling is strange I think I’m in love but the feeling is strange I think I’m in love but the feeling is…strange
8.
Abstraction 04:54
If I didn’t have my memories to look back through I’d probably lose alota sleep pretending that I knew How to wake up from being awake In a dream Where I’m tied to a stake Made of the money I make Held hostage looking down the barrel of a credit card Wondering if I can get some happiness without regard For all the people that without a choice, I’m connected to In ways that I can feel, perception has to break on through To the other-other side, waiting while thoughts collide Or maybe the anxiety I’m feeling could just subside Long enough to help me get my ducks in a row Or start to systemize and categorize the things that I know But the only reason that I organize should come as no surprise The best-made plans are the plans you plan to improvise This world only fits in my diaphanous harmonium Because it’s made of chaos, entropy and pandemonium Latent expectations, love, DNA and questions The innocence of childhood and polemical suggestions Clutch, to whichever one helps you feel alive Living makes you numb to life, the longer you survive But dying makes you grateful for the life that you possess And since we contemplate mortality we get to make requests Except they’re going through a lens that’s only partially ours The collective sets the motives that are setting the bar So if I pick up where my parents and society have left me And run full steam at an undergraduate degree Looking everywhere I go for traces of enjoyment In the worse case scenario, I end up with employment Huh, trade everything for second-rate security Impurity, maturity and ubiquitous obscurity Could be dreaming now but I’m sure I woke up yesterday And even then I wouldn’t guarantee that it’s the only way How do you wake up, from being awake? Or find a way to pay the interest rate that it takes To climb an existential slope that’s just a little too steep Maybe I’m not really awake, but I’m actually asleep How do you wake up, from being awake? Or find a way to pay the interest rate that it takes To climb an existential slope that’s just a little too steep Maybe I’m not really awake, but I’m actually a- How do you wake up, from being awake? How do you wake up, from being awake? How do you wake up, from being awake? Maybe I’m not really awake, but I’m actually asleep How do you wake up, from being awake? How do you wake up, from being awake? How do you wake up, from being awake? Maybe I’m not really awake, but I’m actually a-
9.
(Instrumental)

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While still young, Binger find themselves at the age of Skepticism - wondering if the dreams of their childhood and the realities of their current lives still have anything in common. Each track explores an area of skepticism that has effected the band; the kind of things anyone would be skeptical of - love, divorce, childhood dreams, death, dreaming, vice, addiction - all of the problems of the Quarter-Life Crisis so many young adults around the world find themselves in, and older adults "fondly" remember.

"Skeptics" reminds us that things are not always as they seem, but also that this is nothing to be afraid of. Who are the the skeptics - Binger? You? Me? Everyone!? The answer to that doesn't matter. If you follow Binger down the rabbit hole you pop out on the other side, a little older and a little more suspicious - but ready for what might come as you join the skeptics around you in our wandering through a constantly fluctuating musical world.

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released April 30, 2016

All music by Binger
Lyrics by Shakir Stephen, Braden Winslow, and Stephanie Heaghney

Binger is:
Braden Winslow - Guitars, Vocals, Synthesizer (1), Vocoder (5)
Dalton Muzzy - Drums and Percussion
Shakir Stephen - Bass, Vocals, Keyboards (4), Vocoder (6)

Special Guests:
Stephanie Heaghney - Vocals (2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8)
Gyasi Garcia - Keyboards (all tracks except 4), Synthesizer (2, 5)
Christopher Hawthorn - Trumpet (2,9)

Produced by Binger, Ryan Power and Eric Maier
Recorded by Ryan Power at Stu Stu Studios, Essex, VT
Mixed & Mastered by Eric Maier at Future Fields Studio, Burlington, VT

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Based out of Burlington, VT, Binger channel the diverse musical scene of New England through their ever expanding exploration of all music accessible to the airwaves.
Characterised by their love of jazz, need to rock, and natural attraction to improvisational groove, Binger try to keep their music as fresh and interesting as 2016 will allow.
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