Carbonaut

Carbonaut

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We are a new indie sound overshadowed by throwback rock. Basically At the Drive-In being raped by Soundgarden while Zeppelin films it all.

Biography

I started this band out of frustration and unfulfillment. Something was missing in music and i felt it was time to combine a true poet (chad) with music set not in verse refrain order but rather set to an idea or a feeling. For instance, our song, Secret Song is basically a dear john letter, a single sentance with a beat likened to a typewriter with stops at the end of each line and finally an extended stop before the post script. We strive to stay away from the trite aspects of music while still embracing the beauty found in simplicity. Our song "Open Door Closing" is a perfect example of this as it is one of our longest songs yet one of the simplest and still is being played on the radio in Los Angeles. It has been in steady rotation on LA107.7 and was actually requested to be played by 2 surfers in an X-Games competetion while they were in the water. Due to crowd reaction and these surfers affintity for the song it is now in the running to be on the X-Games compliation cd. While still another song "Little Planet Optimum" will be on the Skratch Magazine Indie Compilation vol. 8 in mid-fall. We truly strive for uniqueness in all aspects of our music yet most times it simply rolls off our tongues and fingers. -Nick

Lyrics

Amnesiac

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

Here we go again.
I had totally forgotten.

I remember telling myself that this world is full of traps. "Holy hell, there's teeth in every corner. Baited. Sharp. Amnesiac." Reoccurring reminders of every lesson that you've taught, and despite my best efforts of recollecting, I admit: "I'm caught." But, if it's I that's been skinned out alive, and the judge and jury swear you're right, well, then we must kill who we once killed for, so, who we gonna kill…we'll kill….

…tonight.

In keeping with
The same old song.
It remains
Unsung.
It's not a song at all.
If you are
The one
Who knows
The words
And the secret melodies.
Won't you feel obliged
To come
And sing
With me?
"Lalalalala"
This life can be such a bore.
"Nanananana"
As we cry out for more.
"Lalalalala"
This life can be such a…

Oh, such a bore.
"Nanananana"
As we cry out for more.
More.
More.

And we dug our feet in the sand on so many starlit nights.
We wished upon a wandering star it was a satellite!

I know what you're thinking just from the look in your eyes.
They know what you're think from their satellite.

Well, here we go again.
I had totally forgotten.

"Lalalalala"
This life can be such a bore.
"Nanananana"
As we cry out for more.
"Lalalalala"
This life can be such a bore.
"Nanananana"
As we cry out for more, more, MORE!

Sinking

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

Out at sea.
Drifting.
You think you've found a life boat,
But it's an anchor.
Resting.
In shallow water.

You cling to it.
As a reflex.
You think you've got the answers,
But your eyes are not deceiving.
The waters
Levels increasing.

The tide is coming in
And you're time is coming.

You're too top heavy to swim.

I think that something is changing.
The air in my lungs is finding.
Two single hydrogens.
For every single oxygen.
I think that something is changing.
I think I may be sinking too.


Year 400 and 40 Something

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

…When the world finally stops is it what you thought you saw? Well, I'm just walking along, that's all, de facto.

Yea, the year frozen in this photograph, it isn't a sanctuary.

Welcome to where time stands still, where nothing changes and nothing will. The whites of your eyes match the black which fills the frame. Its being as to nothingness, we're all the same in different ways. And welcome to where your memories reside. If you look close enough you'll find patience inside. And when the world finally stops, is it what you saw? Well, I'm just walking along that's all de facto.

Yea, the year frozen in this photograph, it isn't a sanctuary.

Welcome to where time stands still. Where nothing changes, and nothing will. When the world finally stops is it what you thought you saw? Well I've been walking along, that's all, de facto.

Yea, the year frozen in this photograph, it isn't a sanctuary.

Open Door Closing

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

Come sleep in the bed of nails you're made.
You're so beautifully displayed.
We're both beautifully displaced.
To where all your dreams have been sharpening their teeth.
The night isn't that long.
I'll sleep alone if I sleep at all.
And here we are with an open door closing.
It's a secret no one knows.
It's a metaphor in prose.
By the count of "three" close the door to the ossuary.
I can see it on your face,
You've grown quite tired of this place.

So come sleep in the bed of nails you're made.
Where all your dreams have been sharpening their teeth.
Here we are with the open door closing…

…and by the count of "four" you've closed the ossuary door!
(what's it all for?)
When one door opens, that's when all others close.
(that's how it goes.)
You think you're building, you aren't an architect.
(and I'm not impressed.)
What more could you need, what more could you ask for?
(there's always more.)
The kiss of death with tongue, an open invitation.
(for everyone.)
And by the count of "four"…

Come sleep in the bed of nails you're made.
You're so beautifully displayed.
We're both beautifully displaced.
To where all your dreams have been sharpening their teeth.
The night isn't that long.
I'll sleep alone if I sleep at all.
And here we are with an open door closing.
It's a secret no one knows.
It's a metaphor in prose.
By the count of "three" close the door to the ossuary.
I can see it on your face,
You've grown quite tired of this place.

So come sleep in the bed of nails you're made.
Where all your dreams have been sharpening their teeth.
(go to sleep.)

Well, I'll sleep alone if I sleep at all.
I'll sleep it off.

Cabin Fever

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

you know the past is checkering right before our eyes.
you know that now i think i finally realize,
that it was all a game of chess,
(it must have been a test),
but did i play the pawn or did i play the king,
and weren't you my queen or weren't you anything at all?

consequences born both big and small.
a two headed beast with serrated tooth and jaw.
all appointed courtship by a jack with ace in sleeve.
rolling snake eyes on command so boring games will cease to be.

what do you see when you believe?
well, do you see? it was all the queen.

and the suicide king could no longer stand the queen.

you know the past is checkering right before our eyes.
you know that now i think i finally realize,
that it was all a game of chess,
(it must have been a test),
but did i play the pawn or did i play the king,
and weren't you my queen or weren't you anything at all?

Light and Intuition

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

I came across a tree.
And a friend enticing me.
Why not taste the fruit and see
Why this friend insists on tempting me.

In hindsight I can see.
What was expected of me.
Why did you plant the seeds
If you knew what events would then proceed.

Everything's a dream.
Depending on what you believe.
The fabric has been coming un-seemed
Ever since I've been pulling threads as I please.

Well, I say fuck this misconception.
Lets bring the dream to full fruition.
We'll make the most of this "god-given" condition
Intuition.

I came across a book.
With gold-leaf indented pages.
Decided that I'd have to take a look
And began to read aloud the incantations.

The idea came to me.
"Distribute to the nations."
So, I melted every last page
And sold gold-leaf rings and necklaces.

Everything's a fucking dream.
Depending on what you believe.
The fabrics been coming un-seemed
Ever since I've been pulling threads as I please.

Well, I say fuck this misconception.
Lets bring the dream to full fruition.
We'll make the most of this "god-given" condition
Intuition.

Well, of course the light was viewed as good.
It was the only kind of light that night.


Orient to North

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

Standing in a field of two opposing extremes, I hardly know what it means or what it would be worth, to orient to north. But, we've made it this far without cartography.

So this is the life that's been living outside of my hell.

None of this feels as familial to me, and I can hardly find the grief to release appendages unable to make amends. But, we've made it this far without cartography.

So this is the life that's been living outside of my hell.

Long gone are the dark days we've lived through before.
No longer allergic to the symptoms of the cure.

None of this feels as familiar.
None of this feels as familial.
We've made it this far without cartography.

If I could only find the grief to release appendages I'd be able to make amends.


Litlle Planet Optimum

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

Once upon a time
Our fickle imaginations
Held to the line
That our world was round
Like the radio station dial.

But its not.
Its flat and flattening still.
What we can't change we'll sure
And certainly kill.

Little planet optimum
What are you running from?
Little planet optimum
What have you become?
(what have we done?)

Data reports show
What made the glaciers melt so
Is the same animal
That killed of all the buffalo.

We all know who
We all know when
We all know where
But do we know why?

Add our names to the endangered species list.

Our globe is warmed by heated debate.

The Secret Song

Written By: Chad Towarnicki

one sentence, a few harmless words or less, i confess; i agree with what you've said from the beginning to the end, it may have been my hand that made this mess calamitous because you were nothing more than a secret to me (for ever to be), which, in this single paragraph stands like an effigy unwrapped, and i built it up nice and tall for you to sit and stare at until it finally comes the time for us to say goodbye, but the wind shifts erased the stick the line was drawn by (in the sand, by my own hand, but then again you were nothing more than a secret to me), so by the time you read this letter i'll be half way to the border forgetting all about you realizing this message, while i'm sleeping in the desert dreaming up the awful things you do.

post script- of all of the things i wish i could gift to you i'd choose persuasion cut in two, because i was nothing more than a secret to you, too.

Discography

Carbonaut EP
1. Amnesiac
2. Little Planet Optimum
3. Sinking
4. Year 400 and 40 Something
5. Light and Intuition
6. Cabin Fever
7. Orient to North
8. Open Door Closing

Set List

Set List:
Cabin Fever
Amnesiac
Secret Song
Sinking
Little Planet Optimum
Light and Intiution
Orient to North
Open Door Closing
-Year 400 and 40 Something

Total set time about:45 minutes with an average of 5 minutes per song

If we do a cover its At the Drive-In:Catacombs or a Creedence Clearwater Revival Song