Skeptics

by Binger

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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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Binger Burlington, Vermont

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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Track Name: Strings
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
Track Name: Been Longing Too Long
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
Track Name: Resurrection in Sanskrit 1
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.
Track Name: If I Knew
(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
Track Name: Look at the Lilacs
(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
Track Name: King Vice
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
Track Name: The Feeling is Strange
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
Track Name: Abstraction
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-
Track Name: Resurrection in Sanskrit 2
(Instrumental)