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Girls Can't Wait

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Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait No they cannot! Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait I’m told that they cannot wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait They never do, you know Oh baby come on Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Are you listening? You’re so sweet! Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait (Hey wait up!) Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait You’re taking too long You just have to wait for them Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait The girls are starting to get impatient! Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait She always waits for HIM… Be patient! Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait Girls can’t wait My mother always taught me that if you can’t wait, you’re not worth it. I’m just gonna do what I wanna do And if I can find someone With the same kind of energy that can relate to me Then I’m gonna choose that person! And then I realize we’re in an Einsteinian age where E=MC squared And light and energy are self-generated into particles and waves And when you actually start to engage with someone Who is willing to make meaning with you Then it’s not about who’s right and wrong anymore You’re not in a duality anymore You’re in a paradox, and you’re swimming in a sea of possibilities And so all it really takes is communication And knowing that the ability to deal with ambiguity Is a sign of mental health.
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Spicy sauce all over my digits—tasty bits Sloppy juicy joyful noise—drive like rivets Slurpy! Slippery! Stainful!...Painful is not it Rolling tumbling bouncy—shaking pouncing wit On a highway to pleasure We discover our treasure Peaks and valleys we measure Enable the pressure To turn us To diamonds That live in the night to be seen Not so mean after all. Kiss on the planet of unearthly delights Suck in the energy—let it out and take big bites Sparks and static in a sky full of feedback The land of fear drawing near—send cash please! On a highway to pleasure We discover our treasure Peaks and valleys we measure Enable the pressure To turn us To diamonds That live in the night to be seen Not so mean after all. Kick your cute legs in the air, darling dear And tighten up that beautiful rear, do you hear? 5D video treadmill stimulation Rock in the zero gravity love station! On a highway to pleasure We discover our treasure Peaks and valleys we measure Enable the pressure To turn us To diamonds That live in the night to be seen Not so mean after all. Undeveloped hearts don’t get it We peak! We peak! We peak! A boo!
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Meta-Song 04:04
Nowadays you can rock and roll And never have to leave the room Grab some cords and plug a few boxes together And let everything go boom There’s a brand new song we need to write Needs to be catchy but not too trite Needs to say everything that must be said Even if we’re not sure what that is just yet Nowadays you can bring the funk And never even hit the floor Push a button, wave your arms around dramatically, and Watch the people holler out for more There’s a brand new song we need to write Needs to be catchy but not too trite Needs to say everything that must be said Even if we’re not sure what that is just yet Our bodies may grow old While our minds become more bold New ideas to spare We can put these drums in anywhere Let’s put ‘em there. We wrap our song up in an arrow And shoot it off into the air Close our eyes and cross our fingers Ah, we just hope it lands somewhere There’s a brand new song we need to write Needs to be catchy but not too trite Needs to pass our rigorous quality test And if we never finish it you can write the rest! You wanna hear our song? I think it sounds all right
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Junk thoughts, junk words All the junky little tales you've heard Junk food, junk news All the disinformation you spew Junk boys, junk girls Spread their junk all over the world Junk minds, junk hearts To distract us and tear us apart Got to take out the trash If we want life to last Got to clean up our home No one can do it alone Junk faith, junk doubt Better wake up and figure it out Junk kings, junk queens Fill the air with their anti-ideas Junk posts, junk tweets Propaganda makes the pressure increase Junk stars, junk skies It's a vast firmament of lies Got to take out the trash If we want life to last Got to clean up our home No one can do it alone I'm skeptical about everything Including skepticism I'm cynical about everything Especially cynicism Junk arts, junk deals Take you down, tell you nothing is real Nightmares, beliefs Bang your head for a dose of relief Assaults, batteries Sanctimonious pits of sleaze We won't forget Even if we don't show up on your TV set Got to take out the trash If we want life to last Got to clean up our home No one can do it alone No one can do it alone
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DARKLIGHT IMAGED A hum not heard outside my ears smashes the synapse interrupts the light within and a blank occurs to me what emptiness empty-headedness is like No real thought has a chance Mouth dribbles to darting eyes mechanical hands lay out a plan to cover up the gripping fear that I don't know you..... you won't agree I think to hate you, without your love No real feeling has a chance Pretense builds upon my walls bright colors print patterns dreamt intricate to awe the unique separation will soothe the illusion that gnaws a longing to be inside you.... or far away No ear has a hint How I am you, we will not know Light to tap upon your springboard Gracious to lift me to spring Time sprouts the child I am Bright beads of laughter sing Out sounds so softly they bounce Me high on your light-track With the Speed of a little Spirit willing
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When the Shire burned down All the hobbits had to get out of town Emerging from their holes They had to reassess their goals Refugees in a tough new land Rub their eyes and try to understand They had to leave their studebakers Their silk wraps and their dilrubas Homesick forest beings Scattered all about to build new scenes When you’ve been driven out of paradise The outside world can leave you traumatized Remember the trees Remember the trails Remember the garden Remember the temple Remember the theater Remember the sculptures Remember the little works of art in every corner Remember the water Remember the water Remember the water Remember the water If you’re feeling lost You can join us on our quest We caught a glimpse of something fine We’re gonna get it back in all due time Searching for a place to get along We climb the mountain and we sing this song: We use our hearts We use our heads To muscle past The creeping dread The swamp is deep The march is slow You have to have A place to go Cling to your joy And have some fun A good joke is better Than any gun They try to warp Our minds and souls Try to distract Us from our goals The petty winds Blow back and forth We won’t go south To face the north Spirit of love Leave ego behind It wants to seek But never find Doubt precedes doubt To analyze Forever wrong Forever right There is no path Between the two Be here or there You have to choose Spirit contains All that there is No judgement there No need to fix
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(Words: Hafiz, 14th Century Poet, from "The Gift" Translated by Daniel Ladinsky, 1999) ISBN 0 14 01.9581 5 A saintly man and a Perfect One both resided on the Outskirts of a beautiful city. Though several miles apart. One day it came to the attention Of these two households that a visiting prince Desired to pay his respects to the most revered spiritual Leader in that province, Wanting to gift a small fortune to that man To help further God’s work. As there had for years been some question Amongst the population who in fact was The most spiritual of these two figures, The prince devised something of a contest, As he only had time to visit One of these personages. The prince sent word: “In three days I would like to meet with, In my quarters, the chief representative of each Of these two renowned religious men And after questioning them extensively I and my ministers will then determine Who in fact of their teachers is the Closer to God, and thus To whom we will gift God’s own bounty.” The saint upon receiving this news met with All his close ones. The council discussed the situation For hours, exploring every nuance, And considering how much this gold could mean to them. Then, with a clear majority vote— Ramjoo was chosen. Ramjoo was a strikingly young handsome man, A great hunter, a legendary warrior, a renowned artist. His intellect was superb, his manners impeccable, He spoke twenty different languages And was descended from royal blood himself— A great-aunt was a queen. Someone in the saint’s camp also knew this prince Enjoyed the company of men as well as women. Ramjoo, they all nodded, was the right choice. The Perfect One on receiving this “news” From the prince immediately called for Yasamin; No consultation with anyone was needed. Yasamin was a servant woman in the master’s Household. She was nearly eighty; a famous hag, And had worked for him all her life— No one else in the city would hire Yasamin As she was completely mad (Perhaps just God-mad), nevertheless her qualifications For this essential, delicate diplomacy were exact: She had not combed her hair or bathed for months; She mostly muttered unintelligible sounds In her own secret language That only the master knew. She often made obscene gestures While exposing her private regions. She compulsively picked her nose And threw boogers with astounding accuracy. No one had ever known her to go five minutes Without loudly farting at least four times. She was psychic too, And would probably start beating the prince if She “saw” he had ever gone too far romantically— With his camels. Yasamin, the Perfect One knew, Was the right choice to be his envoy Especially when she agreed with a deep, enlightened laugh To add to her already majestic—sublimely free—being The crown of three live chickens She would proudly drape over her head Come the appointed Royal minute. The day of the prince came. The two envoys entered The prince’s quarters but were kept separate And did not even see one another. Ramjoo went in first And from behind a door Yasamin could hear singing, And light lively talk that went on for two hours. She knew what was happening. The prince was falling in love with his new guest. Then Yasamin was brought in And the prince could not believe his eyes. He felt tremendously insulted and even became A bit terrified when, in fact, Yasamin being Able to “see” into the prince’s past, Started shouting things even he could understand About that one regrettable night in the desert— With that young, gorgeous camel. She even hit the prince with two gigantic boogers From twenty feet away; Bouncing off his forehead They both fell right into his tea, Yasamin was ordered Beaten and thrown out. She returned to master ecstatic And has never been happier since. That night the prince could not sleep, but Finally dozed off for a few minutes just before dawn. During that short sleep he had this dream: The Prophet Muhammad Was seated on a magnificent white horse And behind the Prophet sat a man smiling wonderfully At the prince for a moment, before saying, “Why did you beat my dear Yasamin, When she spoke only the truth to you?” The prince bolted awake And sat up in bed trembling with sweat. He called for his horse to be saddled And with ten of his soldiers rode right then To the saintly man’s house pleading to see him. Upon seeing this man and realizing He was not the person in the dream, He then dismissed his soldiers and taking off his shoes, Weeping now, Began to walk to the Prefect One’s household. Dear ones, Use your own storytelling abilities To end this tale In a way that will most Uplift your heart.
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White sun glowing in a baby blue sky Seawater rising, bright light in your eyes Negative ions blowing in the wind Smell the salt, bury your feet in the hot sand Dogs dash by, waves roar and rise Youth get physical, old get youthful Stretching parts we don’t usually stretch Me and you, content in the sand Seagulls circle, flying down the hill Hoping someone drops a sandwich down below Little phones in every human’s hand Turning nature into pixels Upload clouds to “the cloud” Distant high waves, how close will they get? Hills in the fog, planes in the sky A longer swell tumbles in, we gotta run Hanging out with you is so much fun The boy and girl grew up next to salt water Boy’s first car, a sky blue Chevy Nova When he crashed it, he painted it green Then he drove away to make the scene Back then the girl was 3000 miles away Dreaming of the future as she looked out on the bay She was learning to say yes She was learning to say no With a curious mind that was itching to grow Now they sit together with their mats and their beers The waves come crashing in, they laugh without fears Beach boy, beach girl Waves crash, waves swirl They’re together in a crazy world And they’re gonna be all right.
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Words: Hafiz, 14th Century Poet, from "The Gift" Translated by Daniel Ladinsky, 1999) ISBN 0 14 01.9581 5 The angels know you well. You have fathered a child with me. You had your night of fun. If You no longer want the love my Beautiful body can yield At least take care of that Holy infant my heart has become. God, You sired an heir with me When You gave birth to my soul. I thought of complaining to all the angels Last night About Your treatment of this “Homeless child,” But then I remembered they too Have a long list of love complaints Because They also know You so Well.
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Beautiful children in dangerous places Jury rigging autonomous spaces Pushing boundaries, taking risks This is why the city exists You go to get to where it's at A place with something nowhere else has the underground will not stay shut down spaces grow to match the longing Let the big top rise Something out of nothing Miracles of transformation Breathe new life into abandoned spaces Breweries, storefronts, old warehouses Drills and hammers come out to play No one notices what you’re up to Money’s short—energy is long Take this wreckage, apply your vision Turn up, build it, total freedom Where is the wilderness? Where do the wild things go? Back when we were young and fearless Didn't watch TV at night Didn't have no internet then It took invention to get our kicks Mouths all chatting heads all buzzing Stumbling down the avenue Walk the gauntlet to the crucible Wonders hidden in the rubble Searching for only the good kind of trouble May you be safe tonight Live to create tonight Find yourself in a thousand warehouses Directions given in secret code No one here's got an NEA grant They just throw together all they've gathered Came of age in a thousand warehouses All I learned and all I forgot Dirty dens of transformation Everything the everyday is not A thousand scenes in a thousand warehouses Cover the walls and cover the floors New perspectives scramble the senses Things you've never heard or seen before May you be safe tonight Live to create tonight Innovation art and genius No more neglect no more disaster Love invention guts and power We demand a better future NOW The best and the brightest, We'll never forget you Where is the wilderness? Where do the wild things go? Nowadays I tend to stay home But I hope you’re out there Starting it all over. Let a thousand warehouses bloom We have things to make. (Somewhere between the National Endowment for the Arts, The leadership of Congress, And the President of the United States, Let’s give our kids something great to do Build them an empire of creativity So they’ll be safe. Come on guys, you had your fun. Get off it. Give it to the kids. Make them happy.)
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Overtones and artifacts Scraping scratches on the tracks Spectacles and photoshops Reality is now one big cut-up Depressing manic media All I hear is blah blah blah Waves of white noise drowning out The things we’re not supposed to talk about Putting on our thinking caps Rising from our power naps Listen for another voice And find the signals buried in the noise
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Girls can’t wait for your permission Girls can’t wait for your evolution Girls can’t wait for boys to wake up Girls can’t wait for boys to grow up Girls can’t wait to conduct your review Girls can’t wait to mentor you But they like to assess what’s in existence And don’t mind being existential about it Taking these stands is essential to growth So they can’t wait to meet you there Girls can’t wait for misogyny To fall back out of style again On the satellite on their beat Girls take notes on what’s incomplete Boys all dazed to human needs Something about roots, shoots, and seeds Boys are peacocks, constantly spreading Girls need power, strength and assertion Girls can’t wait to be amused But they won’t waste time being abused No sense in reasoning with monsters that bray Cut their losses and just run away Girls can’t wait to optimize Girls can’t wait for fresh new eyes Girls can’t wait for boys who are mean They’ll catch it on the spot and split your scene Leave you to stare at your sad machine And blame the girls for their low self-esteem (Rowing down the old mainstream Rotting in a dated dream) I smell good the way I do My own pheromones get through I don’t need Yves St. Laurent 99 dollars is for big red skunks Girls want friendship, girls want love But girls have had just about enough! Girls can’t wait for peace to endure Will give a lot of attention to being ignored The impact is predictable but never unsure As you whistle merrily down the road Girls can’t wait to manage conflict Girls can’t wait for accountability! Girls can’t wait to “try to be nice” They’ll freeze you out like a cure for lice Some cure with spice, some not at all Some might be seeking a cure for you all Girls can’t wait to conduct your review Girls can’t wait to mentor you Can a girl wait to take her turn? Assess the context? Notice the drone? Is she tired of watching the whole world burn? Can she bring our brains back home?

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On their fourth album, the Granite Countertops return with a set of all-new original songs, two of which adapt the words of 14th century Persian Sufi poet Hafiz to address the world of 2018. An album of catchy post-punk, intense drones, lush vocal harmonies, gnarly guitars, quirky electronics, and hip-shaking beats. Girls Can't Wait offers 12 songs about DIY art spaces, debased propaganda, dark nights of the soul, the healing power of love, and, especially, girls who can no longer wait.

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released May 28, 2018

J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones: All vocals and instruments.
Recorded at Ear Candle Productions, San Francisco, CA 2017-2018.
© The Granite Countertops 2018
℗ 2018 Ear Candle Productions
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"The Difference Between," and "The Angels Know You Well," from The Gift by Daniel Ladinsky, copyright 1999, and used by permission of the author.

Við krefjumst framtíðar. (Icelandic for "We demand a future.")

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The Granite Countertops are dark, whimsical, tender existential action heroes J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones, exploring the outer limits of what a duo can create.

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