unobtainium

by pando

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materials and tools list for this session: castable epoxy resin, oak, alder, church cornerstone, dust and debris collected from rehearsal space, candy corn, animal bone, 3/8 gauge spring, polyurethane, 1/4 inch square dowel, 250k potentiometers, 500k potentiometers, custom pickups, treated leather, eye-hooks, MDF, table saw, miter saw, band saw, jig saw, orbital palm sander, box mold, wind-up flashlight thingy, empty bottles, underwear, sandals, vodka.

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released July 16, 2016

pando is:
u. glenn
u. donnie

album art by u. glenn
unobtainium exists as a documented experience over the course a single, spur of the moment day. it was recorded, mixed, and "mastered" at Uncle D's Candycorn Factory through collective effort by pando.

pando would like to take up some space to thank Jose Carlos Santos from Portugal.

u. glenn would like to thank emma s., thien-an c., abbey m., nicole s., taylor d., anna v., gina a., bri r., yuni o., and jessica j.

u. donnie would like to thank his family...especially you kyle...fucking asshole.

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Track Name: unobtainium
Hold the hand, the comforting color wheel will merge
bathe in the darkness, searching for the cold white
lay me down beneath the tree's security, cast me the familiar forlorn shadow I adore
is moonlight hot or cold?

fold my hands for me, I can't do it myself
force me to grapple the ground, allow me to grapple the ground
remove my eyes and lead me towards the moment
distract me from the moment, relearn how to see
unfold my hands for me, I can't do it myself

all my sculptures betray my anatomy
I atrophy who I'm supposed to be
who I'm supposed to be is formed from your fallacy
my thoughts have conformed to such fantasies

I can never live to your expectations
are the thoughts you're instilled considered a lie if they are unobtainable?
I want a wife, I want kids, a white picket fence...
so how many giving trees do I need to cut down before I can live what you told me?

You can't flip off the motherland in which you reside if even its own home was stolen

Fold...unfold...(Becky, Gerald, get off my rock)
Two trees competing for sunlight in the same forest, but our roots connect us beneath the surface
The adumbrated form crawls along the landscape, it's gone too far, unknowingly returning home

this hand wrapped piece of candy is a reminder that the body isn't meant to be timeless
always trying to touch the hand that turns away