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The Great Disappearing Act
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A little about this song:

This recording has never been heard before besides a couple of close friends and I may have played it at a few shows over the years. It's another outtake from my new album. Well, it actually sits in between Revenge Songs and the new one. This one was recorded in Portland at my old stomping grounds (The magic closet) with the backing vocals recorded in a Sacramento parking garage (to make use of that huge reverb) with a group of friends. We would go in late at night throw down a lap top and crank it up loud enough to hear the track and press record before the security guard would chase us out of there. The lyrics to this one are really dear to me, they come from a dark time there is a real truth about them for me. Yeah, there's a pretty blatant Kinks reference and I remember being obsessed with an underground hip hop artist named Aesop Rock (not asap rocky) good lyricist. In the end, it was a little too americana for The Invisible Record, but I still really love the track and I hope you enjoy hearing a little bit of my lost catalogue.


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The Great Disappearing Act


You can't argue with the man upstairs

he'll throw you down, take your money

little rabbit in a snare,

You know you're suffering in a bitch ass way 

you'd fall in love with anybody just to hide 

your pain.

We threw rice and flowers at the bride and groom

I got drunk, got sick cause I knew the truth,

there was a disco ball spinning from the ceiling

my knees were bruised from the spiritual healing.


I was tired of waiting just like that song from the sixties.

I licked my wounds and covered up my tracks

to be that Great Disappearing Act.


I saw an Aesop Rock concert on TV

There was an ache and a moment of clarity

I never wanted to do anything but sing

but I pawned my guitar for a secondhand ring

I was tired of waiting just like that song from the sixties.

I licked my wounds and covered up my tracks

to be that Great Disappearing Act.


You can't argue with the man upstairs

You can't argue with the man upstairs

You can't argue with the man upstairs

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