It's not a suicide note. My brains are not going anywhere beyond the exterior of my being, interior is a different story. Some of them might be waltzing around in my rib cage, you never know. I digress. The song more or less tears apart the frustration and insanity of one being. I'm not using nouns like the ever fragile 'china doll' but a bit more worn and haphazard 'rag doll.' There's an ominous feeling about the line, 'mad man-made eclipse.' Probably the most authentic display of insanity can be characterized by the coda where all these layers of musical artistry just spiral out of the "pitcher". There are impromptu harmonies and synthesized call and responses. There are some 'familiar' lines and lyrics one may recall, which as the ending to the album may help tie it all together in a very devil-may-care way. Though the ending is real exciting the way it just explodes like fireworks.
-Julia Egan
lyrics
The slick and slimy feel of a wall that never peels.
Humans use it all the time well good for them I can't use mine 'cause
Julia's brains will plaster the walls.
Natural selection made her hair like a rag doll's.
She's sewing up her lips at the mad manmade eclipse of her
papa in the light of the hall,
come to plaster her brains on the walls.
Julia's brains will plaster the walls.
Julia's brains will plaster the walls.
Whenever she blows her nose well God knows where her brains will go
as they exit through the front.
And all of her brains are on the walls.
credits
from Neuron,
released July 22, 2012
Julia Egan- lyrics, vocals, acoustic guitar
Kirk Pearson- vocals, electric guitar, bass, keyboards, electronics