Furiouser & Furiouser

by The Island of Misfit Toys

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At this time, The Island of Misfit Toys were:
Anthony Sanders
Julia Bard
Gooey Fame
Mark Jaeschke
Evan Loritsch
Lui Macatual
Danny Radovanovic
Audrey Sanders
Ashlee Stewack

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released May 21, 2013

Released by Keep it Together Records
KIT-047
Recorded and Mixed by Mike Crotty
Mastered by Abe Zieleniec
Art by Anthony Sanders, Jim Vondruska and Mark Jaeschke

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Track Name: It's an Honor
It's an honor to be anybody's anything,
and I was your best friend
I was your Labrador,
bounding up and touching down at your ankles
You were my door to pry
Open wide and make white light out of your troubles
Make a note to myself:
When I grow up, I will never desert you
I could never truly hurt you
And if you sense my divergence,
I will shower you in tribute

And I hope when we land
next to the corpses of our wives,
it will be known by every stone
that I've loved you all my life
You're no stranger in my heart
I've left your room just as it was
and you can let yourself in
when you come home again

because you were my best friend
Track Name: Burst
Where have you been?
I've been worried sick
I've licked clean the plates
And inhaled the leftover cake
It was in your fridge
it wasn't safe
Throw inhibition in my rations
Away, away, away

I eat my weight
in the rarest steak
Increase in size
Grow limp inside
You talk to me about self-control
I lost that years ago
When I first lost myself
When there was no one left to hold

Something round and soft
To take the edge off
Something thick and cheesy and mean
To live out obesity dreams
It was just resting on your menu
Someone had to buy it someday
I abort my portion
And shovel it away

I eat my weight
in the rarest steak
Increase in size
Grow limp inside
You talk to me about self-control
I lost that years ago
When I first lost myself
When there was no one left to hold

When I carried her books
in exchange for dirty looks
When Bridget's blood trickled down
and her body shook
You talk to me about self-control
I lost that years ago
When I first lost myself
When there was no one left to hold

Where have you been?
I've been replacing you
Track Name: I Made You Something
Would it upset you if the one goal that I could see to
Is to beat you? Impress you?
I've had it planned, and the first step required me to stop
Being a hand on your watch
a thin black limb ripped off
I haven't told you about the past 5 years of my life, have I?
I can only tell you through lyrical clues
You tell me yours through passive Post-Its on my door
And when you sleepwalk and snore
Paternal matador

I made you something
I made you something that fits
I made you one thing
I made you one thing, this is it

I can't relive those frustrated moments in the basement
Begging me to get pissed; to raise my little fists
And leave a trail of fallen football players in my wake
I was 12 then
Fresh from 11
I can't explain how surprised I was to see where you work
Far from heroic, rife with "Somebody's gotta do it" cicatrix
You were living out of boxes and emotional bottles
And nobody there cared
Matching monitor glares

I made you something
I made you something that fits
I made you one thing
I made you one thing, this is it
I hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suit
I hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suit
If not, then this:

I was 15
I felt 6
And you were just my height
It was cold
It was nude cold
And you spoke like you were typing while talking
My mouth filled with snow
I wept on my mother's pillow
And I vowed:
"I do not get mad
I do not get mad
I do not get mad
I do not get angry, angry
I do not get mad
I do not get mad
I get even, get even
I get even, get even
I get even, get even, get even"

I made you something
I made you something that fits
I made you one thing
I made you one thing, this is it
I hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suit
I hope you wear it on the sleeve of your shadowtime suit
I love you regardless
Track Name: My New Room
My new room
Will be pulled into completion soon
White brick and bloody-pulp maroon
A taut afterthought sweat cocoon
My new room, my new room

My new cling-wrap routine
Wake up to Mark blasting Siamese Dream
I hear my Mayfair steed galloping
I go to work, she makes my caged bird sing
Wipe the sweat, wipe the sweat from my forehead

Reverse route
7 dollars for a roundabout
When it comes to money, I will mask my doubts
That I'm a spider up its waterspout
Tear my limbs, all 8 limbs off their hinges

Drop lbs
Walk with athletic shorts and short-sleeve steeze
Mammary mogul; I wear these tight tees
To shed some light on insecurities
Oh my God! I've created a monster

I wasn't crying, but I couldn't stop

I'm passing a threshold from big boy to tenfold
Tearing my larynx and missing my parents
I've got a mattress with no moral compass
I roll on my axis when she leaves me sleepless

My new room
Last night it spelled impending doom
The carpet crawling up my feet and hands
With 2 buzzards for a ceiling fan
I wake up, I wake up to a phone call

My good friend
is wondering when I will see her again
I tell her I would cancel any plans
To stay distracted 'til the birds descend
They will caw, they will claw, they will watch me grow up
They will caw, they will claw, watch me grow up too fast

I wasn't crying, but I couldn't stop
Watch me grow, watch me grow, watch me grow up too fast

I'm passing a threshold from big boy to tenfold
Tearing my larynx and missing my parents
I've got a mattress and no moral compass
I roll on my axis when she leaves me sleepless

I wasn't crying, but I couldn't stop
Track Name: Are You Mad?
There's eggshell in my hair
As I walk down your stairs
The rest is on your bed
And my tongue tastes like your flower's pollen
My year as a baby horse
My legs are sea legs
And all you can do is laugh
All you can do is laugh

You are just at the height
The way I perceived angels when I was 9
I'm only being sincere
It's just I love you too much, and I'm sorry things have to get weird

Afterbirth on my shirt
Spinning "Tom Traubert's"
Waltzing Matilda
But you don't want some Small Change ballad
So I'll shut of his blues
I'd do anything to please you
My lover, my golden calf
Carving my epitaph

You are just at the height
the way I perceived angels when I was 9
I'm only being sincere
It's just I love you too much, and I'm sorry things have to get weird

Panting's all that I know
When I follow you home like a dog that's been given too much hope
And hope is all I can feel
When we sing
Anything

And as I untangle my curls,
I don't regret you as a lover, I regret having made you my world
And the heat beneath my shoes
And the spirit keeps me running away from you

Are you mad?
Do you feel blame?
If I remain my normal hyperactive self, will you yell?
Will you call?
Will I answer?
Track Name: The Last One
I was 14 when I woke up
To find an ocean in my bed
I hoped my dreams were just that sexy
But I'd pissed in it instead
"How anomalous of me!" I thought,
and washed the sheets at dawn
But really, I wasn't that shocked
And with the dryer door then drawn,
I smelled inside and it was fresh
And so was I, because at school,
no one had asked how I had slept
I was predictably unkempt
My cracking of jokes had been revoked
by the adult kept inside
He didn't want to be held back
By my permanent urge to freeze myself at 5
It goes to show
Though I ache and I pose,
these pains are barely ever growing pains
They're usually from standing on my toes
to see our genesis
When you were just a speck
that dotted one dot on my landscape
No potential in effect

You were a set of angel's eyes
A picture and a page
A challenge then requiring me
to act above my age
I wore button downs and blacks and browns
No funny tees or WalMart jeans
I built myself a metal self
With light and iridescent sheen
I fed myself my former selves
So it would get the taste
And after months of quiet persuasion,
you inched nearer to my face
I got so very good at kissing you,
that everything I ate
tasted like salt against your sweet lips,
and I lost a little weight
But then I rusted out my metal self
And some just rusted off
'Til some pink protruded through the holes
Suppressed and soft
With that revealed, my human nature
seeped through every corner, 'til
It flooded my behavior
Though you claimed that you would love me still,

You had to seek communion
In the arms of the responsible
And not in my possessive claws
I then fell of your pedestal
And though you picked me up
Whenever you missed my cocoon
You always found yourself in tears
When I walked to the bathroom
You're now an ocean out of armspan
You tell me not to fret
Although I am no longer your man
Or your boy, better yet
I'm left a baby in the snow
A squashed tan seed
I'm a restless little hummingbird
Who eats and eats and eats
I'm Napolean who's posing
Like he's Freddie Mercury
Because music and flamboyance
Might make me less slovenly
But I hate all my heroes
For the beauty that emits from them
When the front row at my shows
Always leaves covered in spit and phlegm

I'm sick 'cause I don't sleep
I don't sleep because I'm sick
I cough and sneeze, collapse and wheeze
While my food-baby kicks
So girls, it isn't hard
to be my solar system's sun
Just play-pretend me, break and bend me
Tell me I'm your only one
But now I'll give up hope
for something someday soon
They'll sense my fear and desperation
While the vulture in them crows and croons
Externalize my love
To some satellite who might bounce back
My piddly little signal
With each and every ray intact
Someone to fall into fields with
With the bugs and snakes and chilly grass
And laugh until we weep
Until we're flipping like our hourglass
Someone who keeps me up,
but not because of fear
someone who won't just leave
If I whispered in their ear:

"If you were paralyzed,
I'd condense the planet's beauty bedroom-size
If you had absent eyes,
I'd try and bring out their more lustrous side
If you were struck blind,
I'd sit and read to you most every night
If you were deaf and mute,
I'd just stay in the house and look at you."

If you called me and said "Anthony,
I've got to leave, and don't go chasing me,"
I'd live in stoic, heavy calm
but I could never write another song
about loving somebody,
honestly