You Are A Vulture

by Russian Spy Camera

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released April 10, 2006

All words and music written by Ryan S White (BMI)

Produced by Ryan White
Recorded half by Ryan White and half by Jason NeSmith.
Mixed at Bel-Air Studios in Athens, GA by Jason NeSmith.
Additional recording also done by Ryan White in his very own supersonic studio.
Mastered by Jeff Capurso at Chase Park Transduction.
Album design and layout by Ryan White of The Thornhill Group.

The version of Russian Spy Camera playing on this album is:
Ryan White: instrumentation, vocals, keyboard, loops, and samples
Andy Turner: drums, vocals

Other musicians:
*Jason NeSmith: drums on Descension and backing vocals on A Matter of Time & Distance.
*John Caldwell: piano on Curanderismo

Thanks to:
Timothy Price, Bryan Redding, Matt Lucas, Lindsay D'Andrea, Jill Stanley, Jeff Capurso, Seth Barna, Jay Murphy, Kerry Jones, John Caldwell, Trey Stephens, Rebecca Hall, Ben Spraker, Rhett Coleman, Count Kellam

Special thanks to Jason NeSmith and Kay Stanton for their tremendous help, guidance, and hospitality.

Thank you for listening.

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Russian Spy Camera is a band from Athens Georgia that was created in 2004 by Ryan White.

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Track Name: To Slip Through The Cracks
I want you to know that I envy you
With a passioned vulture in my chest.
But I miss you.
To slip through the cracks is a terrible way to go.
I will set this banquet on fire.
Done predicting knives in our throats.
Elevator elevator crack in the floor,
The only convalescence is what time knows.
To slip through the cracks is a terrible way to go.
Track Name: Teasers With Tasers
Let's just forget that this whole thing is real and I'm a devil talking into your ear.
And maybe in the next life things won't divide but only glue together cause' they were near.
So poke, stab, and choke, feel free to fire at will; it only counts if you can add work with play.
To look is to feel alive but to touch is to die, so don't make a move or they'll come in here and take you away.
Mayday! Mayday! It's coming your way; the fashion's natural but it's never the same.
So I hide my sense in a little brown box inside a wall behind a picture frame.
I'd like to think that we're caressing a bruise from the result of the Fates playing unfair.
I'm rushing blood, rushing blood through your head cause' the contusions you were feeling for weren't ever really there.
Enon gives me a fever.
I thought I saw what was there but I guess I'm coming around.
Society.
Passion.
Doctors.
Track Name: Svengali What's The Caper
If you feel like fate is coming down on you
Riding lava from the open wounds of the Earth, don't try
To wake yourself. This is not a dream.
If you go down to the markets today and sight the devil
Among the crowds selling umbrellas and insurance for the flood,
Don't wake yourself. Go back to sleep.
It's a trick, none of it is real.
If you want to vanish like a twenty dollar bill
Then you must pay the guide named Loneliness. Well that's what they say,
But are they right? But are they right? But are they right? Don't try
To wake yourself. This is not a dream.
It's a trick, none of it is real.
Track Name: Curanderismo
Illness isn't magic unless the magic's black.
It's like stealing all the devil's apples and now he wants them back.
Read the sign! Didn't you read the sign?!
"There'll be no stealing from my apple trees."
Cut the garlic, light a candle, pray seven times, and now we're back where we began.
"What a horrible night to have a curse," he laughs.
My luck fails as yours comes through, so what's your excuse for that?
Evil Eye! He's a witch in disguise!
Someone help get this curse off of me!
Cut the garlic, light a candle, pray seven times, and now we're back where we began.
The first time is superstition. The second incident feels real.
The third time is religion, and religion is how we heal.
Curandero! Curandera!
Make me medicine to heal my son!"
Get the garlic, light a candle, pray seven times, and now we're back where we began.
Track Name: Greetings From Far Away
I went to Memphis. I rode the trolleys.
I found myself roaming halls of tacky royalty beings.
I sent a postcard with empty pictures of life,
Does it make you feel like you're here? I dunno, you tell me.
I saw the landscapes: the sky escaping.
Outlines of people in homes putting their TV's to bed.
The strobing highway lamps reflect in the glass
My evil counterpart who smiles from parallel planes.
I am the backseat in a drive thru lane.
This is completion in form of a neon sign.
This is a lack of understanding people and how one knows I'm foreign to their kind.
I went to Memphis, met the Egyptians.
I took a photograph of alien hands throwing stones.
Words in your mailbox: "Greetings from far away."
I'm not a raconteur but this is an anecdote.
I want to throw my things into a hot, hot, hot furnace.
We are the maps that say we know where you are but deceive.
I've been away for so very long.
I've been away for so very long, I'm not me.
Track Name: A Matter Of Time & Distance
These are such frightening times when a man is a machine
Designated to go off at any moment.
And how far will we go till we exceed the limit
Of all the composure that we think we have?
This time makes me hesitate
I can't seem to operate
This time makes me suffocate
You make me debilitate
How far can I go before this world changes what I am?
If I knew what I know right now when I was younger,
I wouldn't malfunction because I'd see my potential across the way.
This time makes me hesitate
I can't seem to operate
This time makes me suffocate
You make me debilitate
How far can I go before this world changes what I am?
(Tell them I'm away)
Track Name: Blueprint
I've got these feelings but there's no more to say,
And anyway, I caught my tongue in a trap.
I've devised a plan that can swindle twenty men to make you mine, make you mine, make you mine, mine all mine.
I've got these feelings but I can't feel a thing,
And anyway, I caught my tongue in a trap.
I keep a government locked in the back, so take a step back, step back...I am a heart attack.
I have found a reason for this catastrophe.
I have found a reason.
I've got a message that is written in code
But often all my words are jumbled and trapped.
I tied a piano to a pulley above, the telly's calling all cars calling all cars calling all...ha.
No no, do not abort. This is a blueprint for dismantling me.
Track Name: Do You Feel Safe?
I make UFO's appear in the sky.
I watch their curvatures tingle up my spine.
What's this devilry that we have found?
All's still. Silent. No movement through my face.
I've packed everything that I can't replace.
Do you feel safe?
I am the trucks lit up beside the highway tolls.
Laying down their heavy weary souls.
Time will do this to you.
The feeling of redemption in Life's licorice
(is like) passing water through the gills of a fish.
It's here I feel safe.
Do you feel safe?
Track Name: Chance
Look into my crystal ball and tell me what you see.
Are you there? Are you there?
Put out a signal if you hear me.
Floating hungry grocery money off until next week.
Is it wrong? Is it right?
There is hope in these skies as I walk all abridged with my intestines in a blender.
I am rolling doubles skipping all your property.
I'm moving up. I'm moving up,
Collecting my free parking.
Don't look back, don't look back, it's just a phantom on a clothesline.
Who's there? Are you there?
Put out a signal if you hear me.
Chance is a wrench thrown into machines.
I don't have time for this. I don't even know where my position is.
This isn't just a crime; it's a face without eyes.
Look into my magic eight-ball and tell me what you see.
Is it good? Is it good?
"My sources say the future's hazy."
I've got a mouth full of glass; this brain is crunching numbers
And yours is up. Order up!
Hey, what kind of lottery is this anyway?
Or is this fate?
Look into my TV set and tell me what will be.
Be prepared! Be prepared!
A chance of rain and partly cloudy!
I've got a pocket full of boring music.
Here it is. This is it.
The hounds won't stop until I am abused by the fate that they exude.
I don't have time for this. I don't even know where my position is.
This isn't just a crime; it's a face with every perfect and ideal combination.
What are the chances?
Track Name: Descension
I opened up my fortune cookie and you know what it said to me?
It said, "Every man is the architect of his own fortune." But I wouldn't plan on it.
So pushing back my hair I feel the tears trickle down my face
But "I'm not crying, I don't cry, you know me."
I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine, I don't fear the fear that cradles this brain.
I am walking right out of here. I don't need your help so get off get off my back.
I am jumping off this moving train. You can keep my bags, but just don't drag me down.
This is all I want to say
This is all I want to say
This is all I want to say...to you
This is all I want to say...no wait, there's more:
Today I thought I saw Steve Buscemi walking in a Wal-Mart...smiling at me.
He says that everything is nothing more than particles put on display for a grand old illusion.
But now I'm placing bets down on the table and closing both my eyes for a long soft kiss,
Soft kiss goodbye.
And when I'm walking across Broad & College Ave., I'm fearing for my future.
Oh how unfortunate.
This is all I want to say
This is all I want to say
This is all I want to say...to you
This is all I want to say and then I'll be gone.
I am walking right out of here. I don't need your help so get off get off my back.
I am jumping off this moving train. You can keep my bags, but just don't drag me down.
I am ascending up to these stars where you can't tie me down with the weight of your words.
I am jumping off this moving train. You can keep my bags, but just don't drag me down.
I don't lay awake lay awake worrying about my problems because this is all just a bad dream.
Track Name: A Séance In The Dark
All hands on the table, calling them out we are calling them out we are calling them out.
All hands on the table, inside and out we are calling them out from alarms in our mouth.
All hands on me, all hands bury the dead and we are holding our breath and we are holding our breath.
All hands on the table, calling them out we are calling them out we will summon the sounds.
I'd rather watch you than communicate in a dream.
I'd rather watch you than hear your voice in a scream.
All hands on the table, items reveal what is being concealed and what is actually real.
All hands on the table, how do you feel ask them how do they feel tell them what to reveal.
All hands on the table, calling them out we are calling them out we are calling them out.
I smell cinnamon from incense, I smell sandalwood from incense
All hands on the table, don't make a sound, no one make any sounds, or we'll startle the sounds.
I'd rather watch you than communicate in a dream. Are we reaching you?
I'd rather watch you than hear your voice in a scream. Are we reaching you?
All hands on the table, calling them out we are calling them out we are calling them out.
All hands on the table, inside and out we are calling them out from the depths of the ground.
No push-pin conspiracies no paper trails and all the money in the world couldn't buy wind for your sails.
Reach the apex climax spell but I just wanted us all to be together again over white tablecloth.
Are we reaching you?
I'd rather watch you than communicate in a dream. Are you receiving me?
I'd rather watch you than hear your voice in a scream. Are you receiving me?