True North

by C. Vincent Plummer

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This album is the amalgamation of 2-3 years of tracks that got put on the backburner. For one reason or another they weren't ready to be born yet... alas, they're born a Pisces.

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released February 29, 2012

Music & Lyrics by C. Vincent Plummer
Produced, Mixed, & Mastered by Dave Devine

All instruments were played by either CVP or Dave Devine. All tracking was done in their Los Angeles & Denver apartments/dungeons. Special thanks to Michael Bailey for letting us commandeer his personal headspace, house, and gear.

Original photo from video footage by Bob Parasiliti
Album artwork by CVP

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Track Name: I bet we'll be ok
I need to hear that you feel the same way that I do.
I know we said we wouldn't have this talk.
but I can't stop my hand from finding your hand.

if we jumped from this ledge, we could fall and be broken.
but I'm betting we'll take flight be ok..

leaving trails of color filled smoke on the horizon
looking down instead of looking up.
let's try for distance, aiming to go

on and on and on and on
we'll go on and on and on and on...

We're tumbleweeds on the bumper of a car on a highway.
a guessing game with the exit signs &
a wrinkled roadmap full of pinholes.

you want to swim naked in all the world's oceans.
I want to be there to watch you ride the waves

and by a fire, you'll tell me a story cuz I like them.
I'm hanging on your every single word.
I watch your lips move, and pray that you'll go on and on
we'll go on and on and on and on...
Track Name: Jesco
jesco livin' day by day, we go to jesco to get down
jesco's gonna disobey, he don't care whose around
jesco, gonna get down for me jesco
jesco, gonna get down for me jesco
livin' day by day, we go to jesco to get down

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you got rose covered up bad boy tattoos
a coal minin' town, with outta work blues.
kinfolk dancin' they sniffin' on glue.
they got em' in cuffs on the evenin' news.

racoons in overall jeans
a street pharmacy make above the law greens.
a legend from the backwoods steppin' to the scene.
tappin' down a creekbridge lettin' off steam.

plywood preacher hollas on the pulpit
sweatin' out, fallin' out in a room.
you got moonshine culprits
huffin' on some gasoline fumes.

tire fires burnin' on the mountainside
shotguns goin' off with a boom.
they say we all christ children.
but a devil child keeps growin' in the womb.

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jesco, gonna get down for me jesco
jesco, gonna get down for me jesco
livin' day by day, we go to jesco to get down
=-=

a trailer park smile, cigarette appetite.
no money for groceries... but got em' a sattelite.
if runnin' you're mouth and if it don't sound right.
they show up with they cousins, they finnin' to fistfight.

tire fires burnin' on the mountainside
shotguns goin' off with a boom.
they say we all christ children.
but a devil child keeps growin' in the womb.

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oh lord have mercy, oh lord have mercy
keep comin' devil child
Track Name: Loro
""
And the ripped ones say goodbye
While the others meet
Attached somewhere
At least they're shared
And the ripped ones never collide
While the others...

4 9 5 3 1...

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I keep going over and over around in my head in a feedback loop.
i've carried it down from the mountain, back from the ocean in this pursuit.
watch yourself moving again with out control, it's deja vu.
watch yourself losing a friend as you keep passing, rolling through.

Inable, not-trusting of its external forces.
unstable, adjusting.. your plotting different courses.

you mapped - which would be your route across the deepest sky.
you chose the stars, the constellations you'd stopping by.


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they cheer for him, from a distance with a distorted lens.
they sneer at his coexistance, from which he defends.
this task he's undertaken. his home he has forgotten.
his thoughts yet to waken. his mind is rotten.


pero, hablé con un loro.. un secreto lleno de oro.
lloré con un loro.. las lagrimas para ti
hablé con un loro.. un secreto lleno de oro.
lloré con un loro.. las lagrimas para mi.
Track Name: My Crime
When the walls come down, sound puts them back in place.
You are my crime.
When the memory glows, I watch the record spin.
You are my crime.

Yet another, 3 a.m. trapped within singing. Just trust me.

You are my crime.
I'm in prison, you captivate my time.
You are my crime.

Yet another, 3 a.m. trapped within singing. Just trust me.
Run for cover, there's a war inside, my head won't stop ringing. In my dreams.
Track Name: Don't Be Shy
My muse wears blue and green...

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My muse... hanging upside down
enchanting me as she spins round and round again
My heart unwound within
Makes all my walls melt down

The clues... she leaves for me
Playfully inviting 3 kisses to her lips, to her neck, to her hips ASAP

The views... she climbs so high
Delicate silk moving through the sky
She bathes in a moonbeam and I too seem caught up in the air stream as she floats by

We fuse... when our minds engage
Spirited as she takes the stage
I let go, when the mystic says so
then she leaves the page
and I'm left wanting more.
left wanting more...

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Star born eyes
Her anomaly
Tai Chi rose
From a humble seed
The thrill of chase
Playing games with me

My muse - a golden leaf
A song among the treetops
Climb up here
Climb up
Track Name: Miles Apart
mother... i feel i'm letting you down.
i'm a small town disappointment
if my spirit has drown.

it's just that my truth is shifting
my heart is still searching
the veil is lifting.

i'm sitting on pillows.
to quiet my thoughts.

what if god is more subtle
and bigger than the cross.

lets focus on the commonalities.
can we all come to respect..
our individuality, please..

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father, i've gotten under your skin.
the telephone has gone silent.
a white flag i extend.

it's just that the times are changing.
and it's grey in the middle.
cultures exchanging.

so lets escape in your rowboat.
and cool off our guns.

and catch us some fishes.
in afternoon sun.

lets focus on the commonalities.
can we all try to respect..
our individuality, please..

=-=
Track Name: Borrowed Time
a tisket a tasket, poison in the bread basket
while the fish in a black tar casket
oil conglomerates feedin' us disinformation tactics
sellin' us plastics

profits at scale, people subtracted.
the wretched of the earth are still the most impacted.
earnings on the quarterlys are very attractive
but the animals walk around radioactive

and they the changed biochemistry
to a seed so it can't grow and feed families.
yo, buy a licencse from bio enemies.
bioterrorist policies against trees.

while the coal powered rain showers melts all the flowers
nobodies sour. we're all at happy hour drinkin'
gettin' numb, talkin' loud, heavy breathin'
look up at the space shuttle leavin'

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you're on borrowed time
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lord have mercy...
we can't let the energy companies demonize the word earthy
while they birth the disasters. think we're not worthy
the tap water lights on fire, yo.. i'm thirsty.

they paint the green folks red
they say we cry wolf when we connect the thread.
to the bees droppin' dead
instead, they ridin' momma nature round the sun like a thoroughbred

a long time comin' sings a warning from the whales
it's a lil bear on an ice cap tryin' to sail
but The ice is too frail, you see
cuz It used to be cooler on THIS polar bears tonails, oh hell

there he goes again, talking that shit he went
to circumvent the circus tent, he went and got cement.
he's buildin' a water slide park to pay rent.
cuz the sea water rose 10 percent, but I relent.

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you're on borrowed time
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Track Name: Wrecking Ball
the paper chase, on the run
i'm supposed to be having fun
if i make it home i'll still be alone tonight

know by now, nothing's fair
or is it something in the air
poor another glass
agree to toast the last awful year

I attribute it all
to this wrecking ball of mine.

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the consequence of these empty pursuits
i've been scramblin'
can't find my electric tiger in a business suit
i've been scramblin'

i would assail the solitary figure standing in my way
but i don't see him
we always want the perfect love, but when we get it, we destroy it
just to measure that we're here and we're alive

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i wish i could, sing a song
so that you could sing along
yet again, I've sung of these awful sins in me
I attribute it all to this wrecking ball of mine