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~~~Autocorrect vs. The Post-Timey String Band~~~

Unprecedented. Unabashed. Unununium.

It’s time to #holdontoyourbutts for a collab / battle to musical death featuring Autocorrect vs. The Post-Timey String band. You didn’t ask for it. You don’t know why it’s happening. But it’s real.

Autocorrect is a full body listening experience. The Post-Timey String band concatenates folk, ragtime, and blues into a vortex of feels. The sounds inside this mashup lead to spontaneous goose flesh, getting woke all up, and contemplating the bliss inherent in suffering.

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released May 5, 2017

Cecil
Chris
Kelly
Sean Beard
Sean OG
Moses

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Autocorrect Columbia, South Carolina

Autocorrect is a full body listening experience. The sounds therein lead to spontaneous goose flesh, getting woke all up, and contemplating the bliss inherent in suffering.

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Track Name: 555_sigil
I feel my innocence
Die at your fingertips
And hold you all night like regret
You won’t leave my past
You’ll never leave my head
But darling, you would leave me for dead

in the evening we returned to leave
and even out the reasons we were being
greedy heathens filthy eating meat and greasy
secrets seeping out of something
hands cast in shadows breathing
fists drawn in darkness creeping
light stained in blood discreetly
heads up seven sigils burn bright for seasons
untold, no memories unfold
in the space we hold between tangled strongholds
placed on the right lines
placed at the right time—one mind
wards drawn in grey and white alright
put a little rhyme make the night grow sixfold
press hold press play press anything
to leave the past in between our fingertips
Track Name: 777_e1m1
The moon turned red
She burned and bled
All over this helpless night she said
My pounding heart
Will crawl through the dark
On your stainless skin, I’ll leave my mark
When you wake
The sun in your face
Will call all the stares upon your mistakes
Eyes will watch
and you’ll be caught
In the flame of the moon your honor lost

there’s a writing on the wall
message in a bottle scrawled
there’s a heart in the valley in the shadow of a monster
glowing constant growing honestly
wake up (let it go) wake up
you don’t know what you want or you’d have it
you don’t know what you want or you’d have it
you don’t know what you want or you’d have it

The moon turned red
She burned and bled
All over this helpless night she said
My pounding heart
Will crawl through the dark
On your stainless skin, I’ll leave my mark
When you wake
The sun in your face
Will call all the stares upon your mistakes
Eyes will watch
and you’ll be caught
In the flame of the moon your honor lost

dear valentine
i don’t know what i want but know when i see it
dear valentine
i don’t know what i need but i bleed when i feel it
i’m a mirror sunspots fearing
drain the life-force of an art form clearly
stainless steeling no hearing
pick another scab battle with the healing
peering back through the curtain (curtain)
innocence in a sense never been urgent
I don't need circles walk around circles
Spin in the center of ink think the language is a circle
you don’t know what you want or you’d have it
you don’t know what you want or you’d have it
you don’t know what you want or you’d have it
Pick a bad habit spit it on the track and # it
Track Name: 111_skin
Let the clock hands fail me
Spin evil arms around
Taking our frail bodies
Twisting Wildly wound

Crackles in the cobwebs
No string can hold me here
Dangling in rejection
Sticky trace of fear

Hot enough to burn skin
Smoldering underneath
Stifled in the morning
Between my grinding teeth

Sweaty sunlight scorching
Peeling former days
Spun in beams a wicked theme
Passed with time away
Track Name: 222_hands
let another clock go tick
spin around bit by bit
take another byte data sides right
another body with a fight is another night

hot enough to burn hot enough to earn it
hot enough

i need a theme
need a new color for these dreams
that sepia been creeping up
living in the moment of the morning that i swallowed my teeth
Track Name: 444_fvckYorgan
Like a piranha
Feeding on your life
Unleash my hunger
Teeth like a knife
Swiftly swimming
Insatiable desire
Won’t stop feeding
devouring like fire

Your skin
Your skin
Your salty Skin

Your skin
Your Skin
Your salty Skin
Track Name: 333_hungry
I was ruthless with my hands
Needing more than greed could grip
I was hungry in my depths
To put your taste between my lips

fingers pressed down into the dirt
not one to give anything up
Track Name: 666_bars
Who will nurse my soul to sleep
Figures dancing in my dream
Harness memories in their cage
Force my wiles and make me time
How i reach my fragile arms
Through the cruelty of these bars

They let you in
They hold me in
They let you in
They hold me in

Hold me in
Hold me in ….
Track Name: 888_gtrRag2
hey hey hey there's a little bit of
grey dank space sitting at the front of
my blank mind always wanna one up
disrupt tough decry the upper level while

there’s a devil with yellow eyes that multiply
insidious claws that climb inside
my mind is always mine i think
i try to sync the scene and see the intercut

memories like an old 8mm
don’t blink between the head leader
either there’s a secret eating up the frame
or my memory’s burnt the strip gone decayed

there’s a devil with yellows eyes that multiply
insidious claws that climb inside
try to hide their energy whittling down the sensory
the memory’s an enemy repeating hegemony

(in the evening we returned to leave
and even out the reasons we were being
greedy heathens filthy eating meat and greasy
secrets seeping out of something)

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Demons dancing in my head
Screamin' look what you have done
And see how we've won

Fingers laced with liquid red
No one dares to cross my gun
Or risk their ruin for my fun

Bang bang bang the devil's come