All Songs Written*, Played, Recorded and Produced by Pachakutíc.
*Wayfaring Stranger, trad.
arr. Pachakutíc
All Visual Components Produced by:
Jonathon Kimbrell
Producing Partners:
Andrew Calucag
Shannon Whitworth
Alexis Olguin
‘Pull the Drain (Water Song)’ features samples from
"Skateboard ride ollie then stop lift board.wav”
courtesy visionear via freesound.org
Thank you to my sister, Kirby Elle, my parents and their parents. The friends and family that support this continuing obsession and help foster the sapling of creativity. Thank you again to my producing partners, to Austin Allen, Michael Olguin, Blue, James Buie, Tom Porcella, Mirna Roque, Kevin Johanssen, Colin Wood, Cody, Corey and Lexi Freeman, Trey and Nikki David, Brye Derby, Jodi, Harrison, Jacqueline, and Lorelei Calucag, the Insta, Twitch, Youtube, TikTok, and Facebook crews, the team at iZotope and the Logic Pro X team.
I. Eternal September
eternal september,
we didn't leave the past -
nothing is forever,
it could never last,
We all came together,
Walking on air,
Sharing with another,
All our hopes and cares,
but confidence waned,
and everything changed,
don't know why or how,
we've all moved on now,
eternal september,
we didn't leave the past,
nothing is forever,
it could never last,
When we try to capture,
Just don't know how,
Thoughts can have no meaning,
Words can have no sound,
life within the cosmos,
matters just to our folks,
control comes from belief,
i wish the stars would weep!
[Descent Suite]
II. a: TakiSANI
I'm Cyrodil on Seroquel,
I stay sleepy.
Walking round
‘till the dragons
say they need me,
well, heed me and my words,
whatever come first.
If I burst into flames,
We'll get grilled just the same.
My name,
say it free -
Pachakutíc
This guy’s with me,
think we could be
something to see.
If I can sing,
we’ll cause a fling,
you know well that could sting, Avaspa.
Not a place to be,
but in your head,
escape from this disasta -
With our spirits intact!
We’re Trying to find the balance
of this artifact…
Well, in fact I had a reason,
and my season was disorder, disorder!
Now I'm somewhere,
between sleep and violence -
I don't think my eyelids,
can take in anymore items,
and we'll move through towards munay,
until the hear the silence,
Then we're gone.
I'll be you as the universe comes as one,
A moment, when we are planetary suns,
Not guided, by the forces that we're from,
It is our time until everything is done!
II. B: Brown Glasses
Brown Glasses on the windowsill,
brown glasses always made me feel
about you - without you, now I’m cold:
I never thought it might be you
that made me be so bold!
Now, untold nights turn in to dawn,
trying to turn what I got on inside
into a maker. And baby, I got acres,
Now words may make me be
Extra Ordinary, if only I could speak
in rhymes and create vibrations with my mind.
Brown glasses I thought I left behind,
brown glasses always on my mind:
I’m gone - moved on, now I cry in to a microphone,
to tell you I was wrong!
There’s no way to call -
I hit the streets it’s not the same,
Maybe I guess without you everything feels lame,
Or maybe it’s just my mind:
Recalling all the things I may have done in your name!
We can only see
when we look back -
we got double twenty
I think that I’ll be fine,
cause when I look ahead
I got brown glasses on my eyes!
Brown glasses made me think of you,
brown glasses just because I knew
it might fool me. Ridicule me if you may,
if I had them with me now, I just might feel okay,
Brown Glasses…
II. c: Real Recognize
Whatcha gonna do
when real recognize real?
I bet you can feel
all the pain that I feel -
Do you deal with it
the way that I deal?
Or can you tell your soul
Still?
Do you give a damn
about all that respect,
maybe instead
try to flex?
Let me tell you my next
step-by-step:
blaze my day,
turn over a new leaf,
a new way!
You know it’s that journey that hurt me -
all these other motherfuckers playing dirty!
You know I grew up a latch kid,
a turn key.
Soul never right
till I burn trees.
So I turn these -
38 leads into gold!
Maybe impossible,
that’s what I’m told.
You think that I’ll
make it to old -
do I even wanna try
to be so bold?
My average joe
tell me to live fast die young,
leave behind a whole catalog
to dine from,
Now my people don’t
have to spend a dime of!
how to get there,
what’s it mean to me?
should I try to sell out
or make my art complete?
just do anything that
end in green?
step on anyone to
hit the screen?
it’s okay!
put your ass down like
a snow day -
just to take care of
my homies,
and it’s still so good
they give me a trophy!
Work so motherfucking hard
I’m dope as,
You don’t even have know me to know that -
It’s all I breathe, eat, sleep:
it’s my focus!
Find me in the in between
of earned that and owed this…
III. Disharmony
I hate myself for the things I’ve done,
and the things I didn’t do.
My time to kill, since days begun,
made me in the killing mood -
I find myself in disharmony
and welcome quite a stare.
I cut these literal literaries
and destroy what isn’t there.
There’s other times, in greater climes,
I find myself at peace!
Then I stab myself, with a hearty yelp,
and resume discordancy.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
I wish that I were gone:
but if I have to stay here
please forgive me for my wrongs.
And write, you may, to your own truths,
at how he tried to help,
He tried, so hard, to fix the world,
because he couldn’t fix himself.
No, you just can't fix yourself
alone.
alone
IV. 42nd St.
Light beams, fake trees
rain down on me!
Pipe dreams, dark streets
as far as I can see.
Wide eyes, baptize:
fall into the sea -
drift unto forever,
let yourself be free.
It's all coming down.
Blue Sky, goodbye
it's time to fade away.
In the night, a young girl cries -
to silence it will fade…
Greensleeves, she believes
all that you will say,
then she's going to leave
on a cold, October day.
It's all going down.
Daydreams, play things:
it's all gone away.
My mother falls to her knees,
then she starts to pray!
Open up what's inside
I think it's time to show -
share with the open world
all that you now know.
It's all coming down.
V. pull the drain (water song)
If They Build It, You Will Come
Leaning in - The Downstream Run
We’ll Jam on Down, Get on Up
Colorado River, Make Us Tough
I don’t need to do or say
anything but skate all day.
Daddy Warbucks, drop in the hole,
cause I’m just here to roll!
Cause we’re gonna drain the whole damn river
just to build a ramp or two,
and then I start to shiver
when I’m bearing down on you!
We don’t need none of your clean water,
cause we don’t really care:
circle the drain on the whole long thing
just to get some air
we’re gonna pull the plug -
let’s dry it up!
It’s all vert, street and free,
it’s velocity misogyny.
Ain’t no need to come and chill
if you won’t hit that hill.
Yeah I know, the river is dry
but I’ve got to hit that height -
standing tall, on the wood,
parched and feeling good!
Cause we’re gonna drain the whole damn river
just to build a ramp or two,
and then I start to shiver
when I’m bearing down on you!
We don’t need none of your clean water,
cause we don’t really care:
circle the drain on the whole long thing
just to get some air
we’re gonna pull the plug -
let’s dry it up!
VI. 15 sense (the money song)
We're all owing money.
We're all low on money.
We’re all loaning money,
but we’ll carry on…
Tryna squeeze one dollar outta 15 cents:
yeah, you know you gotta make the rent!
All business about all your business:
no, you never get to make a friend,
and all the pills that we swallow -
we’re gonna take them until the end.
All worried about tomorrow?
Don’t you dare because the check was sent!
When fear calls we start running;
Heart stops, spirit's humming:
it's the absence of loving,
but we'll carry on…
Now My Check is in the Mail! (Ooh, Ooh.)
No more lies to Tell! (Ooh, Ooh.)
Leave me in my home! (Ooh, Ooh.)
I pay money to be left alone! (Ooh, Ooh.)
It’s all fun and games:
the running and the pain,
the getting to the chopper
full of dollars in your name!
You know I’m here to tell:
your life can be well,
if you 86 the cash
and tell the system, “go to hell!”
So say your check is in the mail! (Ooh, Ooh.)
Just one more lie to tell! (Ooh, Ooh.)
Escape from your home! (Ooh, Ooh.)
In this new, wide world,
there’s no such thing as alone!
It was fun and games,
but now it’s too much pain.
I ran out of choppers
full of dollars in my name!
Now I’m here to tell:
my life was very swell,
then I 86’d the cash
and told the system, “go to hell!”
We're all owing money!
We're all low on money!
We’re all loaning money,
but we’ll carry on…
And the tax man will come, and he’ll rough up your day -
saying everything you made, belongs to him anyway!
Oh, and all the deals that were hollow,
they’re gonna break us in the end.
Your girl, or your man, calling on deadly force:
says, “you know you gotta make a choice!”
VII. wayfaring stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
while traveling through this world of woe;
yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright world to which I go.
I'm going there to see my father,
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only going over Austin,
I'm only going over home.
Though dark clouds will gather round me -
I know my way is rough and steep -
yet beauteous fields lie just before me,
where I’ve redeemed thy vigils keep.
I'm going there to see my mother,
she said she'd meet me when I come;
I'm only going over Texas,
I'm only going over home.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
While traveling through this world of woe;
yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright world to which I go.
I'm going there to seek redemption,
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm only going over Terra,
I'm only going over home.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.