Panic Sex

by Sleeping Pilot

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Panic Sex was the first album from Sleeping Pilot, released in 2006.
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released October 31, 2006

Sleeping Pilot
Pat - Justin - Scott - Mike - Alex

Recorded and Mixed by Mike Bond and Peter Gilroy - www.producedbybond.com

Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side - www.westwestsidemusic.com

Artwork by Hayden Menzies - www.haydenmenzies.tumblr.com

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Sleeping Pilot Ottawa, Ontario

Sleeping Pilot is a post - hardcore / rock band from Ottawa, Ontario.

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Track Name: The Law of Falling Bodies
give me thirty lashes and make me pure,
I must be holy because i’m poor and I want more
so good – that’s for sure
give me, and give me, and give me…
it must always be such a sight to see
– fall, fall, fall – push and pull – centrifuge –
it must always be such a sight to see – and as the world turns, like some fucking tv show,
and so it goes and goes,
like everybody knows –
so bring the house down around your head box your ears:
so calm, so dead –
so calm yet so dead -
fall fall fall
Track Name: Crime Scenery
a certain kind of blood red blood,
like the kind on the idleness of our hands
we lick and spit and wash it off, but it won’t wash off, it won’t come clean
we all know that home is where the heart is
we all know that home is where we manufacture bliss
we’ve all seen the crime scene – perverse and clean
we all come away with postcards of the crime scenery
it won’t come clean because it bleeds obscene
and when it’s bleeding it makes your face turn red
so you lick and spit and wash it wash it off,
but it won’t wash off, it won’t come clean
you lick mine, you lick mine –
we both spit blood you lick mine, you lick mine –
our hands in time, our hands in crime –
so walk away –
a little thievery between friends,
a wetter kiss than we ever intended –
send them away,
because we’re just moving through on the backs of liars
and all eyes of you and see me,
saw me through,
see me,
saw me,
crime scenery
Track Name: Nowhere Now Here
white walls:
they’re closing in;
can you hear them laugh?
oh yeah, they’re laughing
so we shut up and we shut up ourselves we remain stupid and blind –
so stupid and blind and at the end of the road,
the end of the rainbow: so much nothing –
time - end on end
again and again
is this nowhere baby?
have we lost our way?
am i a nowhere baby?
can i cry anyway?
follow a line to a destination, and stop rest and die –
a point in time, a road to nowhere –
so stupid and blind but the mouth goes on
now slaughter the children and the sacred cow
because it’s getting cold and it’s getting late
end on end
no time, no place again and again –
repent, rip it, rip it, rip it –
no time no place like home
Track Name: Panegyric
commit lines to memory and sing them for present company –
accepted –
lines, yeah we’ve drawn lines
we’ve learned so well
now look away now look close
time, turn, tide look close now a star –
wonderful visions they had for you,
dressed up and pretty and given as proof
one for the body
two for the blood money
three for the fingers
four for the cancer that lingers –
one for the body
one for the crying singers –
lying the fucking truth –
i open my mouth, i scream out loud, i scream and shout –
so was this before? or was this after?
a quotation taken from some future memory –
in the past - can we catch it?
and we’ll waste everything,
and burn it all up and give until gone and fly and fall,
and fly and fall the end of a song:
i got it wrong
Track Name: Above the Earth, Beneath the Sky, Under the Thumb
you know you are not who you think you are (anyway) –
an hour in the day,
a number on the page
you know you are not what you think you are –
just flesh and blood:
all muscle, all hustle
a hammer, or just some staple a flip-switch cocksucker –
they’ll take your time (and sell it back to you) –
you know you are not who you think you are –
an hour in the day, a smudge on the page
you know you are not what you think you are –
just flesh and blood,
getting paid
so just rest your head in the air-conditioned guillotine –
with a little lullaby –
just rest your head in the guillotine
Track Name: The Machine in the Ghost
i want to look with my own eyes;
these are not my eyes
surveying oh so much of nothing –
come on give me something once where a head used to be –
now a gap, a fiction, a commodity
i want to look with my own eyes –
telling me lies
smiling faces with apology tongues,
artificial hearts with iron lungs
so sung –
a ghost before the body’s begun to decompose, so suppose:
a phantom limb before the whole
so bless this body –
i want it
add up the parts –
now flaunt it
hold it together,
but it crumbles right through a pair of hands –
without a body, without organs
so bless this mess –
now flaunt it
i want it
whose body is this?