Spare Parts

by Sandy Pearlman & Bones

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Spare Parts explores themes of evolution and deterioration using an allegorical virus storyline as a stand-in for how trends and ideas are shared in our contemporary culture.

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released September 20, 2016

Vocals: Bones
Production: Sandy Pearlman
Mix & Master: Matt Rideout

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Sandy Pearlman & Bones Toronto, Ontario

Producer Sandy Pearlman and Wordsmith Bones have been honing their sound since the group formed in 2012. By combining traditional elements of the genre with their love of indie, folk, and even screamo music they have created a distinct and eclectic catalogue of songs. The two are well-established in their community and have a reputation for exceptional beats, quick raps, and grimy house parties. ... more

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Track Name: (CAN U) Spare Parts
Can you spare parts?
Cause I’ve been looking for my heart.
Amongst the rubbage in this cart.
Can you spare parts?
Can you - Can you - Can you spare parts?
I got the spark, plug with me,
And now we ready to start.

Can you spare parts?
“I swear I’ve got a real fire concept.
The rhymes need work.
I guess thats where you step in bro.
And I’ve got a show Friday night.
Bring some girls to mingle,
I loved your last single,
Our bond is tight! Right?….”

Can you spare parts?
A follow for follow? Maybe a like?
We’re slaves to the hashtag, We repost the plight.
Then unfollow Ebola, and block out the static.
Remember Joseph Kony?
Goddam ya’ll got dramatic.

Uh, feeling’ like I’m just spare parts.
And man, these just spare parts.
Yeah, got ‘em feeling’ these spare parts.
Let Pearls mix it up,
Now it’s sounding like rare art.
Track Name: Ape-X
I am a primate or merely a multi-celled organism,
Caused by ice age, cataclysm and adaptive precision,
With vision driven by heart, I guess my art is really
just an extension of my arm. So i’ll lend a hand to fellow man,
hope you can comprehend that I don’t condescend but I collaborate.
So it exasperates me to know the blogs magistrate beef.
When external forces own the power to influence the internal
portions of our minds we’re in ruins. That’s why I roam T.O.
though, trying to reach the top of the food chain.
Bumping Shikari and Wu-Tang, hoping they’ll know my
crew’s name. STAG OUT like a deer with a flame thrower.
And my ego is leaf blower with the settings just a little bit lower,
Simply batting at the flames.

Round the corner, reach the apex.
I’m feeling like Ape-X.
It’s been a long trek,
found my footing when I lost my step.
Take one breath, to clear your chest.
This ain’t a goddamn test.
Objects are stable, ideas are volatile,
just try to balance and master yours,
all the while, evolving each and every passing day.
It’s a fact that Pearls and Bones
predeceased the human race,
To do that you negate the cynical,
Brush off subliminals,
Focus on your own proverbial pinnacle.
The hustle is real, the Stags are up next,
The A-Class, Apex.

And I’m banging’ on my chest,
I ain’t even gotta flex,
In a concrete jungle,
Where drones take arial pics

Doing lyrical flips and giving spiritual tips,
While my peers are trying tragically to be hip,
You slipped up, but you’re rocking Authentics,
Swear to god some say I’m the product of eugenics,
Uh, Strag Street the apex to where the true greats rest.
Thats Lawrence and Bloor. It doesn’t exist, it’s all in your mind,
like platform 9 and 3/4, bruh I’ma wizard with words,
and the coldest of beats are a Pearls induced blizzard.
So you better pack warmly, didn’t have anyone to come warn me.
I’m the natural selection, the result of innovation plus invention.
Like King Kong mid-fight with a chimp in a bull pen,
Got guerrilla tactics on top of these rap hits.
And I do the graphics while Pearls crafts the sonics,
Not a white boy using ebonics,
But a student to a culture that helped me deal with my problems.

Round the corner, reach the apex.
I’m feeling like Ape-X.
It’s been a long trek,
found my footing when I lost my step.
Take one breath, to clear your chest.
This ain’t a goddamn test.
Objects are stable, ideas are volatile,
just try to balance and master yours,
all the while, evolving each and every passing day.
It’s a fact that Pearls and Bones
predeceased the human race,
To do that you negate the cynical,
Brush off subliminals,
Focus on your own proverbial pinnacle.
The hustle is real, the Stags are up next,
The A-Class, Apex.
Track Name: Tessa Coil
A breath of life, she generates electrical moments.
And there’s only two components.
Feeling fearless in the face of opponents
and doubters cause our history boasts passionate moments.
But you should see the highlight reel,
That Kim and Ye appeal, but we’re too low-key to keep the spotlight on.
The laptop lights on, the vibe’s always right.
You gimme that shocking feeling baby come ride with me tonight.

I’m living with Tessa Coil, I swear she’s bout to short-circuit the city yo.
Electrify my soul, vibrations echo from her touch and the radio.
In perfect sync with the rhythm that we’ve been playing’ on.
I had my time playing games but now the games are done.
This wayward heart plus an AED means Tessa hun,
I’m reboot to chase down what I have been hiding from.

You never really know someone until you get shocked,
Connection breaks and hope stops.

You know me girl, we’ll keep living this daringly.
And I’ll recoup with you you’re my electrotherapy.
If we keep this going I swear there ain’t no scaring me.
Though I’m nothing but matter the atoms still ain’t tearing free.
Tell ‘em good luck with that,
Cause Bones can’t be broken with stones or with raps.
Adamantium cast bone caps.
They call that overdramatic, but I’m enigmatic and you ain’t mad at it,
I gotta thank you for that.

I’m living with Tessa Coil, I swear she’s bout to short-circuit the city yo.
Electrify my soul, vibrations echo from her touch and the radio.

We’re surfing on this wave, hang 10.
Apex predators, next-gem.
Sharks in the water, and bulls in the pen,
We gon’ bear the storms until the very end.
See we’ve done this before, And we’ve got thick skin.
Got it all sorted out, And we’re both all in.
Lightning cracks with the wake, but we’ve both got a grin,
Cause we’re on the same current, it’s a leisurely swim.

I’m living with Tessa Coil, I swear she’s bout to short-circuit the city yo.
Electrify my soul, vibrations echo from her touch and the radio.
Track Name: Saturn Rings
Saturn rings my phone on the daily,
I’m saying i’m out of space for love texts, she says she hates me.
A comet crashing through my headspace, never failing.
A cosmo mixed with saline, she drinks it from a canteen, in my cantina.
I’ve had enough, you intervene with everything.
Diamonds don’t flow until the lake is filled with blood and greed.
I’m bleeding out, hoping you know what I’m about.
My music got me through a drought. I reassess, re-route.
Warp drive kicks in, the ascent got closer.
I found a little bit of closure knowing Mars has a rover.
That’s like a four leaf clover if our time’s nearly up.
Invest in NASA elevators with your fuckin’ prenup.
So when I was up from a carbonate sleep,
The benefits of fore-sight, you and I will reap.
I’ll promise new worlds, in tow with new experience,
But we will never evolve if we do not experiment.

This the first contact with a new breed.
Dropping bomb raps all on your galaxy.
Lift off, we interplanetary.
Baby Imma give you these Saturn rings.
I might give you the world, I might give you the worlds.
I might give you the world, I might give you the worlds.
I might give you the world, I might give you the worlds.
I might give you my word, I might give you the worlds.

Cause that is all thats left to give.
Baby girl your mental games are just like a shiv to my liver.
Shiver, sinners for dinner. She’d eat a planet whole cause the core shines like glitter.
That’d explain why you are hotter than magma.
A mag ma’ I saw you in and turnt you to a stag ma’
You’re tryna sweep me off to your home planet,
Your folks they cannot stand it, Gimme the ship, I’mma man it.
Taking the wheel, didn’t plan it. Stealing the game like a bandit.
Forging you rings out of planets. Cutting the cake with a lancet, I’m sharp.
Yeah, a rebel without a cosmos cause most damage when the beat drop by Pearls yo.
Huh, So Imma just upload my aura, in hopes that other entities can maybe, kinda, sorta…
Decipher abstract thought, my queens been spot on.
So all of a sudden I caught on, Give you the worlds, still I’m feeling like they will be fought on.

This the first contact with a new breed.
Dropping bomb raps all on your galaxy.
Lift off, we interplanetary.
Baby Imma give you these Saturn rings.
I might give you the world, I might give you the worlds.
I might give you the world, I might give you the worlds.
I might give you the world, I might give you the worlds.
I might give you my word, I might give you the worlds.
Track Name: Viral Inflections
Laying dormant, Adjust the scope we goin’ viral,
Paid informants will soon be jackin’ all this style,
Down to the very DNA, and RNA,
Send it to the lab to replicate, A big mistake.
We’ll sonically contaminate, tryna get to the top
of the laminate, Encapsulate that drive,
Then vaccinate your life, I said it bout a dozen times,
I don’t think nobody hearing.
So Imma do this shit for myself from here in,
I used to be about the heavy metaphors,
And now I’m in my head some more.
Just tryna sort it all out, at the apex of my stress
And I think I’m bout to lash out,
Think I’m bout to spaz out. Trynna stick to the
pen and the pad, Hope this take don’t go bad.
But if it does I swear I’ve got another,
If you can hang you better not studder,
Cause the flow is crystal clear,
Camp Crystal Lake….better not drop that beer.
Better not drop that bar, Cause then Imma set
it much higher. Juggling the moon and the world
Look at the mess I……..uh

These are Viral Inflections,
if you’re plugged in then you’re infected.
I’ll tamper w/ the source code till its corrected.
At least thats my perspective, I made this rap
my elective, Designed a drop thats respective,
And compliments our directive.
This collective mind state
has got me feeling rejective of the hate.
See I’m a recluse with a cause,
In a bigger picture I’m a cog beneath the mouses paws.
Simply adding torque to the spinning motion,
Drowning in the static bout to make my dreams the quotient.
Divide the doubt. And hold ‘em up high,
So that the goddam world can see,
That you cannot judge me, cause I know that God Loves Ugly.
Tryna set the right Atmosphere,
I’ll show you what happens here on the west side of T.O.
If you don’t bring straight bars to the show,
They’ll be screw faced like “hell no”.
I don’t put my faith in the sky, I put it in me.
I’m the cause of my stress, right now I can’t sleep,
Put my heart in these words, That’s self made therapy,
I’m infecting the interwebz, real quick, virally.
Track Name: Grains of Land [ft. P.O.S]
Infatuated with the harvest, we reap what we sow.
Chemicals enhance the yields of the crops that we grow.
So we consume the by-product, that comes with buying product,
and pocket pennies at the cost of our own health.
Then sit around the table and clamour ‘bout our wealth,
and how our quarterly earnings are burning straight through the drought.
I’m smirking to myself, know that wealth is in the mind, body & self.
So will we smuggle the smog? When that’s the purest oxygen?
I breathe carcinogens, an inner city citizen.
Commodities are spillin’ to the punch drunk, and willing.
Pipe dreams bend outta line when its crunch time for billing.
The proof is in the pudding, and it’s looking black as tar.
Scoop an extra large spoonful to fill up your car, and drive far away.
While you’re cruising contemplate how to elevate your mind state
out this real place.

Feeling like a cloud of dust, These grains of land,
Are whistling across what’s soon to be a wasteland,
And i’ve wasted my voice, on siren songs,
So I’m running out of steam trying to iron these wrongs.
Feeling like a sea of rust, these grains of land,
Have almost reached a point past reparation,
Now we’re tasting our choice, The flavours all wrong,
Cause neglect doesn’t need to marinate long.

Infatuated with the next best thing, we plug in,
cause in our mind extending human capability is a win.
For some it’s a sin. They’ll all get left behind,
cause we’ve designed the next step in the evolutionary line.
It’s right there in your pockets,
It’s right there at your desk,
It’s the tone in your ear coming from a circuitry set.
And I’m jaded cause I love it. We’re all a product of it.
But lately we haven’t been putting ourselves above it.
In this sea of social engineering and retweets,
we watch the doomsday clock tick, at the edge of our seats.
The polar caps are cracking and caving under the heat,
somehow it still never feels like a reality.
We coat the wires in rubber and pray our data survives.
I hope at least a pair of specimen outlast the tides,
so when they look up at the sky, sea, sediment and trees,
they see rebuilding requires the efforts of a team.

Feeling like a cloud of dust, These grains of land,
Are whistling across what’s soon to be a wasteland,
And i’ve wasted my voice, on siren songs,
So I’m running out of steam trying to iron these wrongs.
Feeling like a sea of rust, these grains of land,
Have almost reached a point past reparation,
Now we’re tasting our choice, The flavours all wrong,
Cause neglect doesn’t need to marinate long.

(P.O.S. of Doomtree verse)

Feeling like a cloud of dust, These grains of land,
Are whistling across what’s soon to be a wasteland,
And i’ve wasted my voice, on siren songs,
So I’m running out of steam trying to iron these wrongs.
Feeling like a sea of rust, these grains of land,
Have almost reached a point past reparation,
Now we’re tasting our choice, The flavours all wrong,
Cause neglect doesn’t need to marinate long.
Track Name: Cure8 [ft. Dustin Wareham, Jane Doe Smith, Tragic, Tremayne]
Bones:
We are the Stag Lords. Toronto’s mega fauna.
Two specimen of hiphop you’ll be mega fond of.
Yeah, I boast that with such certainty.
Viral Inflections in the lab, we’re a different breed.
Spent a year in hibernation, emerged with an album that’ll
have a vice grip on the nation, and galvanize the hating.
See I ain’t gotta hide, cause I’ve got thick skin.
The antlers are sharpened up.
Coach said to only play rough if you’re game for getting hurt,
I laid foundation in the mud some dragged my name through the dirt.
You didn’t settle the score, you’re simply spreading the spores.
Everyone likes an underdog story.
Let me curate the debate on who is the greatest,
Got some fire 16’s from the homies going flagrant.
About to let em loose, tied the knot, prepped the noose.
Hope you packed cute shoes lil’ bitch. stagout.

Dustin Wareham
Jane Doe Smith
Tragic
Tremayne

Sandy Perlman:
Rub salt in the wound let it sink in, rub salt in the wound let it begin,
rub salt in the wound let the nitrates work, rub salt in the wound been an eight month cure,
but now we're back and heated, stacked and feeding the masses need it,
there's been a lack of season, bland and beaten to death and repeated,
and we in it, we bout to fucking kill it, butcher fillet grill it, and serve it to the critics,
we got us a crowd to come and devour, the beat and compete till we're top of the tower,
so if you can hear us we'll shout a little louder.