There's Always a Fucking Problem

by Pseudo/Sentai

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about

The Ghosts of Problems Past return to haunt the Sentai after an interdimensional jewel thief by the name of "The Vanishing Act" leaves P/SHQ in utter disarray. With many of their mission reports gone, the Loracle (their Zordon-esque lady-type computer... lady in a tube) is left with scattered memories that are now compensating for the freeing of space in her mainframe. All of these memories contained problematic specters with incomplete stories due to the Sentai's Hydra-like lack of focus. With time to fester and grow angry, the Ghosts are ready to end the Sentai's story altogether.

To keep the Loracle immortal, the memories of the spirits must be allowed to manifest into their original state, to recreate the memories that once trapped them in the Lorebyrinth.

[But really, our laptops were stolen from our apartment and had to part ways with a large portion of our material. We salvaged what we could from the wreckage and used mp3s for fully mixed songs that just needed vocals. We combined that with music we made for the short film "Skazka" and the animation "Zakiya" to create the 24-track beast that is "There's Always a Fucking Problem" ... But the other story is better.]

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released August 6, 2013

Red- Vocals much, Guitar Many, Programalot
Blue- Guitar Much, Vocal Sum, Programology, Piano


Not Mitt Romney - Violin

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[RED] = Scott Baker: Vocals/Guitar/Programming
[BLUE] = Greg Murphy: Guitar/Vocals/Programming

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Track Name: There's Always a Fucking Problem
There's always a fucking problem.
There is something that always haunts (eating and creeping in the dark).
There's always a fucking problem.
We're bouncing back from this Vanishing Act.
Holding our position awaiting the next attack.

[Lapse in judgement, making it harder to chronicle our functions.
That's it, we're pissed! Fuck this planet, it'll never be missed!]

This has always been a place that attacks it's heroes,
But if it was easy, much like the tweeting, everyone would do it.

We're far from on the run!
[Despite the graphic cannibalism).

[A message to the thief, if I find you… release
All of your crimson life fluid on the floor.
And that's all you'll see, is me
Above you and O!]

Forgive and forget, then forget to forgive!

If you played villain for the sake of your children,
I hope they ate the example you made!

We're far from on the run!
[Despite the graphic cannibalism).
We're far from on the run!
[Despite the graphic cannibalism).
Track Name: Shrubbreeze (Delightful Flight)
Sentience gusting, born of gods and wind
Free to move within elastic collisions

Who speaks through the Shrubreeze?
(Air drifts through them)
Can I rely on the voice of ease.
Lectures in antigravity.
Explications give rise to concrete feet.

Slipped into air unfaultered,
Breathing in the one who knows
How to fill my lungs with gumption,
Releasing me to the unknown.

Exonerated from land
and the callous thoughts of man
Where I go,
The dream of life is insignificant!

Our flight, mental medicine,
Racing with the clock's circuit.
Dream drop distance from the East.
Film negative an effigy. (Erase the data)
I don't even need the memory.

Slipped into air unfaultered,
Breathing in the one who knows
How to fill my lungs with gumption,
Releasing me to the unknown.
Track Name: Naught Shore
Unthreading the laws we know
Permanent erocean.
(shun) the dust of wanderlust.
treaded over long ago.

Bring your boredom where the sea meets the shore
("It became a chore before I was born")
Lose your field.
The blackest facets will extract you from the tragic mass you inhabit.

Aquatic appendages reach in grace.
Graze in elation, fade in waves.
When it happens, it'll pass like matches...
The flash of passion you crashed in ashes.

Bring your boredom where the sea meets the shore
("It became a chore before I was born")
Lose your field.
The blackest facets will extract you from the tragic mass you inhabit.

"TAKE ME BACK! TAKE ME BACK!
I'VE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE!
BRING ME BACK! BRING ME BACK!
SO THEY KNOW I WAS ALIVE!"

"Covertly erased!
Never again will I be tossed overboard.
Nothing left of me to be known!
All of my marks pulled away in the undertow."

DESPERATION!
"CRAWLING BACK!"
DESPERATION!
"To keep what's left intact!"

"TAKE ME BACK! TAKE ME BACK!
I'VE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE!
BRING ME BACK! BRING ME BACK!
SO THEY KNOW I WAS ALIVE!"

"Covertly erased!
Never again will I be tossed overboard.
Nothing left of me to be known!
All of my marks pulled away in the undertow."

DESPERATION!
"CRAWLING BACK!"
DESPERATION!
"To keep what's left intact!"

"Maybe it won't be so bad being nothing."
Track Name: House of Harbors
Glass house with ships trapped.
Bottle and capsized, but intact.
A museum of shipwrecked mausoleums
Assembled with tweezers, and glue to seal 'em.

(Tiny debris, silently brief)

Port and starboard martyrs
Drifting past the harbors.
Crippling harbingers of charters.
(Bows without the harm of archers!)

(I wish you well!)
Frozen in silica, suspended in a state of timeless and lifeless peril.

Diminutive
Ships never lived!

"This dubious sea is making me salty."
Riptide colliding with a haul already faulty.
A fish out of water, a model in a bottle.
Bookshelf dust fodder, a buoy with no bobble.

(tiny debris… silently brief.)

Diminutive
Ships never lived.

Port and starboard martyrs
Drifting past the harbors.
Crippling harbingers of charters.
(Bows without the harm of archers!)

(I wish you well!)
Frozen in silica, suspended in a state of timeless and lifeless peril.
Nautical specimens crammed into a home where they throw stones.
Track Name: House of Harbors: The Finish Gates
Sights set on new maps,
To escape the truth that preceded this chase.
This race to the Finish Gates.
They won't be golden.

(Never ever)

Disguising old traps with a flash of cold lapse.
With the graze of the ocean's taste,
Gotta make haste/save face/lay waste!
"You won't be golden,
You won't be golden,
You won't be golden,
You won't be golden."
Track Name: AP0: Cartridge Entry (The Light that Comes at Night)
"Enter the light that comes at night, that comes at night.
Internalize, enter the light that comes at night."
Track Name: AP1: American Psydescroller (Title Screen)
Lady Liberty should have worn boots!
Steel toes might have thwarted corruption's stiletto.
This mutt's in the kennel!
Metal to the petal of a formerly flourishing flower.
THE CAPITAL IS BURNING UP AND DOWN!

[They will buy you.
They will sell you.]

How did we get here?
How do we get out?
By the bullet or the blade, we have to clear a path!
Petroleum sentinels!
Caffeinated Clansmen!
Track Name: AP2: Birds Dropping En Masse (Poultry in Motion)
Birds dropping en masse upon the road.
They say "it's fine! It happens all the time."
Feathers fall and float through our breathing air,
But nobody around seems to care.
Track Name: AP3: Return of the Curse of the Creature's Ghost (Or is it the Curse of the Creature? Or the Curse of the Ghost? Or Did the Creature Put a Curse on the Ghost?)
Uncrackable case...
Haunting this place we all find ourselves in.
Phantasm madams splitting their atoms.
Fright is in their molecules, whitening their follies.

"What is it we're supposed to be afraid of
In this mansion with degrading foundation?"

"There is simply no time for hesitation!"

A whodunnit in a tone most thunderous!
Windows with flashing that matches the gasping.
Riddled with riddles rekindling spindles.
An Entity of Mess-tery inventing stress intentionally!

(Horror-noir caught on celluloid.
Bewildered expressions they cannot avoid.
Their own voices will leave them paranoid.
Nonexistent visions will lead them to the void.

"WHAT IS IT WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AFRAID OF?!"
Track Name: AP4: Ghostman (Boss Battle)
(ghostman, ghostman, ghostman, ghostman)

GHOSTMAN
Track Name: AP5: Victory Over Ghostman! (Mass Exodusorcism)
The legion that is this grief unleashed upon the living and deceased has made the acquaintance of defeat.
Lacerated burlap containment layer, releasing the earthbound in
Mass exodus!
Blast clouds of dust!

Specters spewing forth from the cage of the creation of the crazed fallen scholar.
The praises turned into hazing.

An upward spirit rain drenching space
Can be seen by those gazing that way.
Track Name: AP6: GAME OVER (Cartridge Exit)
Propaganda poltergeists plagiarizing from the grave.
Plot thickening with the dirt of Democracy's cemetery.
We've been at the boiling point for so long
The bubbles have succumbed to gravity's will.
Sizzling on the gaslight now!
We will be no more than vapor if you don't stand to fight alongside the Sentai!

(Skit) (Skitdaddle) (Skittlediddle.)
(Is the first half of that word trademarked? Probably not without the s at the end. This is totally not what we say during the skit. Perhaps you should just listen to it?)
Track Name: Pyro Cyclone Dances the Weathervane Waltz
With great grace, the Cyclone takes the stage.
Abandon this place…

"To witness a spectacle only man can make!
As we speak it is well on its way!
I promise it will end in your applause.
Incredulous though you may be, we offer and upgrade to your situation.
But you must leave quickly!
And you'll sleep in homes made for Spring Break vacations.

"BEHOLD, YOUNG AND OLD,
THE MOST MAGNIFICENT SHOW YOU'LL EVER SEE!"
WHEN WE ENVOKE THE PYRO GLOW,
I GUARANTEE YOU'LL PAY THE FEE OF ADMISSION NEXT WEEK!"

While those who made their exits watch from the stands,
Some within the tribe remain behind the confines of the sideline.
(To expire in fire!)
To fade in a blaze of their old ways.

It takes a village to raise a sickness.

N: And when the Pyro Cyclone dies down,
They'll pack up show to move to a village to make it into another town.
Gentrification via fire.
Track Name: Sensory Overlord
"Adaptation sabotage,
Glass shapes displaying mirages.
Menacing vibes,
Denizen hives.
The buzz of the twits.
Lust hitting kids here like scuds hit kids there.
Settling for the unsettling"
Track Name: The Loracle's Mend
Don't be a doofus. This is an instrumental.
Track Name: There Will Always be a Fucking Problem
Revenge is the best medicine.
Ingest!
Settle for nothing less than red upon the dress!