Reconciliation

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Surprise! This album is a rollicking journey through sad things and happy things and gray areas. Mostly gray areas. Recorded, mixed, mastered and released in a week. Please enjoy it.

It's free of course, but for every $5 you spend you get a cool thing such as:

- A copy of the original demos for this album, featuring some b-sides and some bass guitar
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- Other stuff too, probably.

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released 02 November 2012
Recorded October 29 and 30 in Philadelphia, PA

(Person) (Noun) is Adam Linder

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Sister City Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

If you enjoy Sister City, you’re probably struggling to reconcile a few things. Maybe you like indie rock, but your beard is lackluster. Singer Adam Linder’s beard and mustache do not connect. Maybe you love punk music but struggle with how to integrate it into your real life. Singer Adam Linder once wore a Rancid shirt under his dress clothes to a Bar Mitzvah. ... more

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Track Name: Reconciliation
I am invincible
Perfectly resurrectable
Impervious to damage and to blame

I faced my mortality
Considered the serenity
Accepted that we all end up the same

And I watched a fly walk the length of my desk
And I realized by the time it will be dead
I won't have washed my clothes even though they'll need it
And I'll probably have burned my way through another tank of gas Wasteful as these things may be I'm thankful for the opportunity Genuinely grateful for the chance

I am predictable
Perfectly explainable
Not so much the variable as the constant

I see my insecurities
And raise myself a false release
If I once had credibility I've lost it

And a plane that I once flew on had trouble flying
And when it finally landed safely everybody clapped
To this day I still think about the solidarity
And the reconciliation with my fellow human beings
Minutia though these things may be I'm thankful for the opportunity Genuinely grateful for the chance
Track Name: Some Recent Facts
To live, to breathe, to be
To celebrate this life I sometimes wish I didn't lead
Infinitives ad nauseum to infinity

To learn to see the sides of things
The beauty in the subtlety
In other words more Plan-It-X less Saddle Creek

A house this size can get
So full it just seems empty
And in the face of death
You have to reevaluate the things that make you happy

To sink to mimicry
Cliche defined as flattery
I'm creating things again so nothing worries me

To sob uncontrollably
Or smile so wide you show all of your teeth
Are valid ways to show that you still feel things

A house this size can get
So full it just seems empty
And in the face of death
You have to reevaluate the things that make you happy
Track Name: Old Old Georgetown
I am calm collected and cool
Do you remember the summer that kid drowned in the swimming pool?
I talk deliberate and direct
There were a couple weeks there where everyone was pretty upset
I don't worry about catching my breath
I only worry that everybody will forget

I give praise where praise is due
What's left to do when you've lost everything that you can lose?
I try to remember to smile
Even the sun can shine too bright once in a while
I don't worry about catching my breath
I only worry that everybody will forget

That life's not over yet
And it's not as depressing as it's going to get
But there's no alibi to justify
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Accounting for the wasted time
And the I could do withouts

Poignancy has recently eluded me
And pointedness is hardly the equivalent rhetorically
Am I just scared or am I writing what comes easily?
I am solely

Ashamed that I know I'm right
Men beg change at every major intersection on Rockville Pike
Embarrassed that all that I do
Is stare straight ahead when I'm waiting to turn and just bought my food
I worry about catching my breath
Because it sometimes helps me to forget

That life's not over yet
And it's not as depressing as it's going to get
But there's no alibi to justify
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Accounting for the wasted time
And the I could do withouts
And I am waiting for everything to click
Or people higher up than me to take care of what's important
At least the first step is admitting it
Track Name: In The Shadows Of The Worcester Skyline
Whereas these cursed strings buzz louder than the bees in all creation And far from beauty sit my eyes affixed to the cracks in the foundation
There are things I know
There are things I should know better
And for that I will repent when my neck can't support my head
When my feet can't support my legs

I feel that I would be remiss not to exist a little longer
For all this negativity one day I'd like to be a father
There are things I'd teach
There are things I would be taught
That's what gives me the perspective that I sometimes think I've lost That I can't believe some other people have got

You can't hate people all the time
Trust me I've tried

The only way to leave is to go back the way we came
And I do believe we have lost our way
We're a flock without a shepherd
We are stem cells in a freezer
And the grass on the other side Is dying
The only things that we can see are the things we knew already
We've built over the burial ground of creativity
We're a broken understanding of a metaphor or theory
So the people to our left and to our right
Are dying
Track Name: A Punk Song About How Law Enforcement Ruins Everything
I must commend my dear friend the mosquito
For making my toilet bowl his humble home
He taught me in the face of hardship you can never sink too low
I would never jeopardize anything's survival
So long as that same thing stayed the hell away from mine
I've probably killed a thousand bugs plus countless more I stepped on Accidentally

That makes me a hypocrite
But everything is relative
If we always sweat the small stuff we will dry up
I'm just another human being
Oblivious to everything
Another evolutionary miracle

I'd like to think that there's at least one thing redeemable
In each and every one of our seven billion souls
I've logged 20 years and counting in the field of people watching Regrettably I haven't quite found out the things I wanted
Cause for everything that moves me there are ten things that confuse me
But I'm no saint myself

That makes me a hypocrite
But everything is relative
With the world up on our shoulders it will crush us
I'm just another human being
Oblivious to everything
Another evolutionary miracle
The only public place that I've ever seen true love

Was the baggage claim at the Baltimore airport
A father reunited with his two excited children
I probably would have cried but right then a cop rode by on a Segway And he looked ridiculous so I laughed instead

That makes me a hypocrite
But everything is relative
If we don't pull together now, we may never get the chance
Because all of use are human beings
Oblivious to everything
Together and remarkable
Disdainful and despicable
Another evolutionary miracle
Track Name: Let The Great Experiment Begin!
There will come a day when I can no longer wear band shirts
And the implications floor me
My income is fairly modest
And with my prospects and my goals
It's not going to get a whole lot bigger

Considering the rent
And the cost of food and the broadband internet
It's not in the budget to buy a brand new wardrobe
It's a catch-22
Cause you can't just waltz into a job interview
In a Propagandhi t-shirt and ripped jeans
Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes isn't exactly confidence inspiring

There will come a day when there is not a single hair left on my head
It will first split down the middle
So after every haircut that I get
I sweep the locks into a pile
That I keep in case I get old

That would be crazy
I'd like to think I've been saner lately
I'm just scared to know what I don't know
When my body stops working
I hope I'm not observing
From the pilot's seat
Bald and fat and frowning by default

There will come a day when I can no longer be vague
On that day I will be specific
Track Name: Hillbilly Music
Are you staring at the sun because you're desperate?
I'm staring at the sun because it's there
It was there when I was born, and it'll be there when you die
We’re both staring at the sun along the ride

Are you coming or you going? To where, how long, and why?
I've been coming and I've been going for the past couple years of my life
I'm as happy as I've ever been but I'm not too proud to cry
So I'm coming and I'm going and that's fine

If I were you I wouldn't talk like I had figured out
The secret to the universe and life stored in a noun
The beauty I've begun to see is outside of solidity
As the fortunes and the failures start to blend
I'm a thief and I'm a son
And I'm a liar and a lover
And you can't even taste what's on your tongue

Are you laughing with the obvious for the simple sense of unity? Because I'm laughing at the obvious in simple, static disbelief
So I'm doubled over, stomach sore, tears streaming down my cheek
I laugh because I know and I can see

Are you staying up all night, or are you sleeping till the morning? Because I'm staying up all night like I have a choice
If I lay my head down, I am scared to death I might miss out
So I'm staying up all night just to writhe about

So if I were you I wouldn't raise my voice above the crowd
Unless I was pretty sure that I knew what would come out
The answers I've begun to see are captured in solidity
Inseparable from logic and from reason
I don't always know what I should do
But I always know what not to
And sometimes you can't look me in the eye
Track Name: 1 vs 7 Billion
I'm sorry for the dying puppies
I'm sorry for the dying kittens
I'm sorry for the dying humans
That I found out about on a commercial break
Right before the million dollar question

And confetti rained down from the ceiling
And someone had to sweep that shit up
At least we're creating jobs
Man sweep that shit up
Man sweep that shit up

And if the highway signs don't make you think of genocide
I fear you're blind, you're blind
And if the starless sky doesn't bring to mind a lack of poetry
I fear you've died, you've died inside

I'm sorry for the unskilled workers
I'm sorry for the starving children
I'm sorry for the third world countries I can't find on a map
And I'm sorry for the spoiled college student
Who would chastise me for that

And how big can you talk?
Man talk that shit up up
If that's the way you solve a problem
Man talk that shit up

And if the highway signs don't make you think of genocide
I fear you're blind, you're blind
And if the starless sky doesn't bring to mind a lack of poetry
I fear you've died, you've died inside

I turn my frustration and my guilt into self-loathing
And I turn my self-loathing into song
In turn I just feel empty
Because my singing isn't helping anyone
It's a paralyzing cycle
Acceptance to denial
Disgust to denigration into song
In turn I just feel hopeless
Because my singing isn't helping anyone

There's tons of good that won't come out of this
But in a superficial way I think we're better off
If we don't think of circumstances
It will be easier to fall asleep at night
Track Name: Reconciliation II
Peace of mind is whether you've got holes
In your socks or on the soles of your shoes
Thinking big or thinking small
Can catch or crush or cripple all the work that you do

And there's the scent of something sick in every person that I meet But there are trace remains of hope buried there too

And the sound of words, the insipid proof that honesty's played second to
The compelling questions questionably posed
Rhetorically on notebook sheets and printed out in libraries
And sung and stole, emotionally groped

And there's the scent of something sick in every person that I meet But buried underneath are strains of hope

And oh to have the luxury of living life aesthetically
Instead of fearfully, a fallacy, or worse
The drain of living factually, daily facing your mortality
Accepting that we all end up the same
Predictable, explainable, wasteful, resurrectable
Insecure, invincible

A plane that I once flew on had trouble flying
And when it finally landed safely everybody clapped
To this day I still think about the solidarity
And the reconciliation with my fellow human beings
Minutia though these things may be I'm thankful for the opportunity Genuinely grateful for the chance