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Freud Lloyd Wright

by Milk Carton Superstars

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There's a time I remember Playing drums with bowling pins, FM DJ playing "Car Wash" One of five songs that he spins, Shooting slanted-table 8-ball Learning how the loser wins, It's paying dividends. In the backyard ditching homework 'Til it gets to dark to see, Throwing moon balls at the pitchback Imitating Spaceman Lee, He's who I'm supposed to be. Dull the pain to keep the job On which everything depends, Consultations with the doctors After they remove the lens, It's paying dividends. Step into the path Where best intentions take it on the chin, I forget what I remember This is when it all begins.
These words are useless, so here we go, Birth of another so-and-so. The endless journey, vesselless, Interrupted by consciousness. Genetic imprint, there's your God, Combines the numbers, even and odd. Receive the gift wrapped in ill fate, With gratitude, reciprocate.
Hey doctor, here's one, The boy just woke up And here's the best.. Partly cloudy I guess you'd call him, Take a look at his... Chart the progress, The kid's got talent We've said from the... Starting tomorrow We make a plan, Starting tomorrow We form a band, All we need are all the songs. Oh that's a good one, Yeah keep 'em coming, Let's here all that you... Got a problem We need your help with, It sounds bad but it's... Not your average Kind of arrangement, Let's not lose the... Plotting tomorrow We make a plan, Plotting tomorrow We form a band, All we need are all the songs. First we must establish trust, And if this is where the truth lies, Then lie we must. You've heard the saying "In it to win it", Well I guess that we... Are you sure you've Got it in you? You're kinda looking off... Far as we hear We're being pegged as The next overnight... Starting tomorrow We make a plan Starting tomorrow We form a band, All we need are all the songs. First we must establish trust, And if this is where the truth lies, Then lie we must.
Sonic Tonic 04:15
Have a taste Just a sip It's got a kick Take it in Let the sound swish around Fortified Concentrate Penetrates Find the bridge Now the words Will emerge I had a talk with my reported family They seem concerned but are friendly enough I guess they've seen some striking changes in me I don't have time for any of that stuff Here's a hit Maybe two Pull 'em through Navigate The phonic maze Gone for days Something loose Of some use In this juice Find a trail Now the hook Start to cook I formed a band or maybe one was formed for me The like the songs and are eager to play I guess they hear a couple albums in me Wait 'til I play them what I wrote yesterday All the ten dollar words get used All the loose harmonies are fused All the outlaw chords stand accused Hang around Knock it back Fill the track Pour it out Let the plate Marinate Seal it up Nice and tight Freud Lloyd Wright
This is magic, This is hard work, This is all luck, This is whatever you make it. Here comes power, Here comes trouble, Here comes losing, Here comes what you had coming, And you try to deflect But the blows will connect. Enter backwards, Enter genius, Enter doubting, Enter functioning madness, And you try to conceal But the truth is revealed. One day when it's all a blur You will be brave and take the cure And rearrange the furniture, A famous domestic provocateur. This is magic, This is hard work, This is magic This is all luck. (Whatever you make it.)
Well everybody, I'll say it plain There's nothing special about my pain We're all riding the same damn train Try as we might we can abstain Sometimes we like to believe in luck We let it ride until we get stuck Dollars and senses run amok Spend the rest on the MegaBuck We all know where we come from We all know what it means I've said my piece, I'll just leave it here May it find a receptive ear The obvious isn't always clear Expectations interfere
Hideout City 03:06
Find myself in Hideout City, Somebody's driving this bucket of bolts. The brakes are shot so we get in kinda early, Smoking the map we were told to consult. Past the restaurants and condos, And the dilapidated mall, Everyone in Hideout City Gets their very own hole in the wall. Looking for a cheap gas station With 40 year old AstroTurf Selling bootleg classic country, This tape deck's gonna prove it's worth. Between the inconclusive street signs And the liquid traffic lights, Everyone in Hideout City Is gonna have to hang three rights. And if you get lost, Just look at your hand. The lines on your palm Tell you that was the plan. Come upon someone with answers, Rotating a telephone pole. Got the world spinning on this axis, Finally had to take control. Cast into communal exile, And almost there but not quite, Everyone in Hideout City Is gonna have to stay up all night.
Don't understand me, it's a trap. If this makes sense we can't go back. So 52 people bought a seat, That's quite a feat, But not as much as close enough, Psycho-spatially. Don't give a bad idea a mask. Just think it through, that's all I ask. So the record got played at 3 a.m. And then again when the feed went down, It was all over town, Theoretically. What makes you think kingdom's will come In exchange for guitars and drums? Don't listen to me, I not right. Why light a joint with dynamite? So the record went up and down a chart, A work of art, to some degree, For two or three.
We've come so far to get Nowhere at all, and yet It feels like we're going home. We had a deal per se, Got paid to go away. Now we're just going home, The dream was a short-term loan, We didn't know How much we'd owe. We had it made until Time stuck us with the bill. Now we're just going home. Warehouse a mile long To store each unplayed song, We pass as we're going home, The dream was a short-term loan, We didn't know How long we'd owe.
The missing pieces of my mind Collected and combined Approximate someone I barely know I'm not sure though. Place your fool's bet On this planet At your own risk Don't you know this? Here comes your bit part Don't miss your cue. All the things I might've been Deprived of oxygen Are fossilized, unearthed and second guessed All for the best. What I am now or become A reduced and rounded sum Is multiplied by zero leaving none A new square one. Place your fool's bet On this planet No one's won yet In retrospect Maybe we can laugh because it's true. It's true. There was something in your gaze That stayed with me for days Suggesting the first home I'd ever known A rent-to-own. The missing pieces of my mind A real flea market find Are bought for cheap and kept in a junk drawer Can't ask for more. Place your fool's bet On this planet At your own risk Don't you know this? Now it seems it's down to me and you.
Inside the stores That have two doors But keep one locked all day, There's no defense For common sense, So the visionaries say. Divine naivety. We built a fort, A last resort, But couldn't keep the siege at bay. And so we fell Under the spell That it has always been this way. Divine naivety. There's zero time to waste And even less to lose. What we forget today Will be tomorrow's news. These are the clues. I'd like to think, led to the brink, We know enough to step away. But here we are, Three steps to far, Taking a fourth later today. Divine Naivety.
Each time I come here I make my entrance on wheels. Scan my kaleidoscope, Let's see what it reveals. We are bathed in warm fluorescence, Contemplating convalescence, It'll be okay, in essence. It's gonna be okay. The sun is making tea When I'm finally released. Consider side effects, from most likely to least. We are bound by waves and wire, Check your pocket pacifier, It'll make you out a liar. The words, the songs, The band, the name, I never knew what we became.


Freud Lloyd Wright is the fifth studio album by Milk Carton Superstars. It suggests a narrative vaguely tracing the life of the man and/or band bearing the name.

The album was recorded with a Zoom R16 using eight tracks. Sessions took place intermittently between June 2016 and November 2019 at 3A Atlantic Avenue in Daytona Beach, Lake Shore in Mount Dora, Behind the Curtain in Windermere and South of Milk in Orlando.

Guy Larmay - acoustic and electric guitars, basses, keyboards, electric sitar, drum machines, sound effects, drums on 6.

Jim Myers - vocals, drums, sound effects.


released May 22, 2020

All songs written, performed, engineered and mixed by Milk Carton Superstars - 2020 Larmay Myers Music, ASCAP.

Guest appearance by Jennie Landau - violin on 6, 7.

Sound effects courtesy of Lou Larmay Sound Effects.

Artwork by Bethany Taylor-Myers

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Milk Carton Superstars Orlando, Florida

Milk Carton Superstars are the songwriting team of Guy Larmay (guitar, bass) and Jim Myers (vocals, drums) doing a fair approximation of a rock & roll band. People generally like them. They’ve written, recorded and released 93 songs since 2009. Most are made of guitars, drums and some reasonable words. MCS are often joined on stage by bassist Jeff Boyce and violinist Jennie Landau. ... more

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