2014​-​05​-​31 Blackstock Music Festival, Blackstock, SC

by Dopapod

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Soundboard Matrix recording from 5/31/2014

Recorded live at Blackstock Music Festival, Blackstock, SC

5/31/14- Blackstock Music Festival, Blackstock SC

Setlist:

FABA, Like A Ball, Nuggy Jawson > Indian Grits -> Psycho Nature, Bass solo -> Vol. 3 #86*, Sleeping Giant, French Bowling

*Chuck teased Life in the Fastlane

credits

released June 6, 2014

Dopapod is:

Eli Winderman - Keys, Vocals
Rob Compa - Guitar, Vocals
Chuck Jones - Bass
Scotty Zwang - Drums, Vocals

Recorded by Luke Stratton
Mixed and Mastered by Peter Anspach.

Photograph by Mr. Gibbs

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Track Name: Like A Ball
In the outskirts of a town
On a rolling hillside
Herds of cattle congregate
til the sun comes up and it
washes the sleep from it’s eyes

Wind up
Fall down
Do it Again

And then you laugh
Just like a Ball
Rolls down a hill
No turning back

Kneeling down to chew the earth
All the grass is withered
Turning round to take a look
All their bovine friends have a vacant expression
What you see is what you get
There is nothing changing
What you are is what you eat
Nothing more, Nothing less
We’re just thought conscious slabs of meat

Wind up
Fall down
Do it Again

And then you laugh
Just like a Ball
Rolls down a hill
No turning back

No Chance of remembering anything
But it feels right to be in this proximity
All the time that you spent in the nursery
Remembering is everything, everything, everything

Something that will jog your memory
Somewhere to go where you can be somebody
Somehow the answers a mystery
Until you find yourself in your own misery
No Chance of remembering anything
But it feels right to be in this proximity
All the time that you spent in the nursery
Remembering is everything, everything, everything
Track Name: Psycho Nature
Eat Drink Breath Sleep
Psycho Nature

Is there any wisdom in a thought now?
How do we ever come along?
What is the purpose to this life now?
What is the point of waking up?

Eat Drink Breath Sleep
Psycho Nature

It never seems to be repeating
But everything feels like the same
I did this all before, I know it to be so
I guess this must just be a game

Eat Drink Breath Sleep
Psycho Nature

NO!!
There’s no explanation
NO!!
For your recreation
WHY?!
It’s just a psycho nature

Don’t let anything define your fears
It’s all been done before you started out your years
Everything you’ve ever felt still lives inside your head
Why not make the choice, control it all instead

NO!!
There’s no explanation
NO!!
For your recreation
WHY?!
It’s just a psycho nature

You can’t live without a head (x8)

There is no explanation
There is no explanation
It’s all inside your head
Track Name: Vol. 3 #86
tell me what's the difference from
a child and an adult
does acting like the former yield results
do your early twenties warrant
selfishness and greed
I don't think there's truth in that but
you do what you need

i can't stand to be left hanging
outside in the cold
maybe you'll feel guilty once you’re old
once you reach your thirties then i
hope you finally learn
to spoonful all the needy
while you're waiting for your turn

i first met you across the border
tired, stale, hungover
there was nothing there that i could
give to you to calm your head

we drank whiskey and danced to reggae
you said you liked it heavy
i said we should find each other
on the world wide web
Track Name: Sleeping Giant
take another step, mind the foothills on the crest
patience wins the grind, take the ballard make your time

i don't suppose this rope will ever lose it's hold
i won't let go, i wanna dwell where the air is cold
the more i climb the higher it will seem
a sleeping giants dream

take another step, mind the foothills on the crest
patience wins the grind, take the ballard make your time
wind that spins the mill, til you finally shake it's will
and our bellies have been filled with the harvest from the hill

i don't suppose this rope will ever lose it's hold
i won't let go, i wanna dwell where the air is cold
the more i climb the higher it will seem
a sleeping giants dream