Yes, this is Pittsburgh Hearts.   It's your man Jared. Thank you for picking it up.   I hope you enjoy it. I'm not gonna bullshit you though its gonna be funky (funky...).      transcendentalist, weekend vagrance    arms stretched across storefront pavement   rattling insense, packaging insight   acting indigent, actually last night you ate gourmet   four star eateries, stop bullshiting,    you are not misleading me   loosely holding a change cup   expecting me to bequeath you my coin collection   I don't finance drugs or camping trips   or concerts cause your propaganda manuscripts   that you scribbled while visiting higher planes   they read like energy bar ad campaigns   I'm a runner not a power lifter   every summer I pour the blood of wayward drifters   selling me their favorite jam band bootlegs   nowadays you get a kick in the sex eggs!!      I'm in. I'm In. We're into this.   Nothing but us and a burnt instrumental disc.   Bare essentialists, the duo's adventurous.   Miserable assholes are not into us.   Truck-stop living, hot like sweating, life-affirming.   Every night, bloodletting.   Figuratively, we are dropping the deuce.   (deuce...)      slain dragons, freshly bled, soak the earth   re-flesh the bones of all the dead scientists    that yielded worthy purposes   lives cut short inside the hot furnaces   such occurences garner no press   purity, kill-joys   furious conquests   in the event that my feathers are ruffled   I implement every getaway muscle   a scuffle's avoided whenever its possible   sensible shoes keep me out of the hospital   cause I'm not in to blood loss   I donated plasma and picked up a laptop   binary digits that make up the system   are all that it knows — and that's not realism   to show my computer just what's been missing,    we went out for rotisserie chicken      I'm in. I'm In. We're into this.   Nothing but us and a burnt instrumental disc.   Bare essentialists, the duo's adventurous.   Miserable assholes are not into us.   Truck-stop living, hot like sweating, life-affirming.   Every night, bloodletting.   Figuratively, we are dropping the deuce.   (deuce...)      [from:]   album: Pittsburgh Hearts EP, 2003   Saw them play in Chicago with Sage Francis.   (Oh my god you're weird)