Chaos Theory

by Dinosawh

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04:12

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released 31 August 2012

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Dinosawh is:

Henry - mandolin, vocals, violin
Peter - guitar, vocals
Lexie- viola, vocals
Adam - banjo, vocals
Juliana - washboard, vocals

Produced by Henry van Dusen (of the Doozies)
[[[ doozies.bandcamp.com ]]]

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Track Name: Puppydog Deficiency
Time: [4/4]

Verse
||D--F|D--F|D--F|D!!!||:

Alone again, late at night
got the jitters, tendons tight
life is simple, fight or flight
gotta go, I think I might

Chorus
||D---|F#dim---|G---|D---||:

Hey, what's that eatin' at ya, hon?
Ya lookin' all undone!
What have you become?

Home again, here to stay
I am pinned down where I lay
cancer eats me; that's okay,
you know life is gonna fuck you anyway

Hey, what's that eatin' at ya, hon?
Ya lookin' all undone!
What have you become?
Track Name: Tide Rider
Verse: C C7 Am G# / D7
Chorus: C E7 Am F

You’re getting sick of storing memories in binary code
You let your body do the talking, put your head in the phone
So when the Internet’s down your brain’s an empty cup because
You put yourself on Facebook; didn’t back yourself up

You live another life, a brand new way to exist
In which you’re always keeping track of all the shit you think you missed
We sit and suffer as anxiety invades our lives, one day
These buzzing little minds are gonna turn into a hive

If you throw up your hands, and say it’s gone too far
The world will go on; you’ll stay the same as you are
A scowl will creep across your face as you fossilize
Unless you shed your skin and metamorphisize… you’ll never realize

These are crazy times, if you don’t lock yourself inside
You gotta open up your mind, we’re gonna ride this tide
Don’t go so fast past your prime, you gotta take it all in stride
You gotta shift your paradigm if you gon’ ride this tide

One day a change will show up huffin’ and a puffin’ at your door
It’s gonna bust right in and knock you flat on the floor
Unless you give into the wind and let it take you where it will
You gon’ get stranded in your head, alone with cynicism still

You gotta find a filter that will suit your taste
So you can still find beauty when the past goes to waste
Revolution’s never pretty, even when you win
Somebody’s gotta do the dishes after every party ends

In a few orbits more, we’ll find the world has changed,
obsolescence shaking up the minds we carefully arranged
So try to hold on tight to what means most to you
But if it fades away, don’t let it kill you too, just start anew, ‘cos

These are crazy times, if you don’t lock yourself inside
You gotta open up your mind, we’re gonna ride this tide
Don’t go so fast past your prime, you gotta take it all in stride
You gotta shift your paradigm if you gon’ ride this tide
Track Name: Apophenia
[4/4]
1st half
||G---|A7♭5---| (x4) |D7---|-!!!||:
2nd half
||G---|A7♭5---||:

And all the parts that make you up one day will change or fade away
Giving you something new to work towards, some new game to play;
A task to focus all your thoughts on, a new interest to love
Another process to blocks thoughts of all you’re frightened of

So you tell stories to give meaning to something meaningless
You search for patterns to make rhythm from life’s randomness
Your guess as good as mine, there’s still a long, long way to go
Before that voice inside our heads belongs to someone that we know

And when we die our minds will wind down, the screen will fade to black
The audience applauds and slowly shuffles out the back
And all the memories that make us up will slowly decompose
This strange reality recedes and your time draws to a close


We’ll never die; these parts that make us up are made to recombine
When given time, and one-day part of me might meet you down the line

(We’ll recombine, these parts that make us up are made to never die
Well down the line, one day some part of me might meet you, given time )

((Well down the line, these parts that make us up will some day recombine
We’ll never die, we’re made so part of me might meet you given time))

(((We’re made to die, one day these parts might meet up, never given time
Well down the line, some made up part of me will some day recombine)))

We’ll never die, these parts that make us up are made to recombine
When given time, and one-day part of me will meet you down the line