Our Own Devices

by J. Robbins

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Recorded and mixed at the Magpie Cage, Baltimore MD (www.magpiecage.com)
Recording engineered by J. Robbins and Matt Redenbo, mixed by J.
Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sun Room Audio (www.srmastering.com)

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released October 10, 2016

J. Robbins - voice, guitars, etc
Gordon Withers - cello
Brooks Harlan - bass guitar
Peter Moffett - drums

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J. Robbins Baltimore, Maryland

J. Robbins has been the singer/guitarist and principal songwriter in several DC-and-Baltimore-area post-punk rock bands since the late 1980s, most notably Jawbox and Burning Airlines. He is also owner and operator of the Magpie Cage recording studio in Baltimore MD. ... more

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Track Name: Our Own Devices
i was talking to you
morning light filled the room
you were listening too, then it came: the change
a living darkness that bloomed
incarnate fear, the shape of ruin
conjured up to consume every sign of day

I was left to my own devices
and I lost my way
paralyzed by the kind of crisis
no one else could make

read the maps of our scars
one by one, we won’t get far
never smile at the dark history that leaves
complementary wounds
tired blood needs new
how the madness of two comes to be


when we’re left to our own devices
will we lose our way
tender traps, quiet crises
crystalline displays


cold chemistry flows inside you
becomes what you are
algorithms well describe you
become what you are
and your devices, quiet beside you
become what you are
conquer you and divide you
become what you are
break the seal and burn with ardor
become what you are
or wait to die inside your armor
become what you are

where you’re left to our own devices
and you lose your way
paralyzed by the kind of crises
no one else could make
we’re all left to our own devices
and we lose our way
tender traps, quiet crises
crystalline displays
Track Name: Static
I sunk my eyes in static
who taught me how to see it
now there's no sign of her at hand
so I'm through looking at it
my head is splitting, trying
to read the name that she abandoned
I'm lying when I say
it doesn't mean that much to me
glad in my way
to see her struggle free
O my sister, my only sister
you twisted free, resisted
while I just stayed here wishing
and you don't think I understand
how your stockade's in splinters
your childhood's bitter winter
no love could possibly withstand
I'm lying when I say
it doesn't mean that much to me
glad in my way
to see you struggle free
O my sister, my only sister
pinned down but unexamined
I held your example, sampled
through static eyes and compromise
they never saw it coming
they never held a candle
but I never wondered, I knew why