Extremely fond of scratchy amplification of insignificant and purely coincidental traps of tape-loops destroyed with vocal acrobatics, argumentix is an experiment in fear, betrayal, and healing humanity. Magic and Loss, Stuffed with protein, territories are both explored and discussed with critical acclaim. Sounds from anywhere make the better half of any argumentix duet. Nothing is safe or sacred and no sound too pure for exclusion from appropriation. Is it self-mockery, self-actualization, or self-revelry? Mistakes will be applauded, brave stretches in development will be transmitted, stories from the journey will be exaggerated. Its all a culmination of everything all at once. Its all an explosion of dark, trance, new age, punk, adult contemporary and harsh noise stacotto hiccups of simultaneous joy and despair. A gift to you is easy to smile, say thank you, and then eagerly ignore. I don't want to be ignored. I want to SING.
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Lyrics: Save Life's Golden Receipt in Case Refund Needed
written December 2005 by James Squeaky
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We stand frozen in this cave
Modern soldiers advance so reckless
thrust beyond plague and known fever
Levels fade with steam in the snow
Rise through heights unseen

We have got to travel light
Sensed something wrong 'bout this night
As we stood by,
Tongue tied and alive

I've built you every day
Even when it turned to dawn's light
cursed our flight
left atmosphere to breathe itself

buried content
so deep down
forgot it was mine
set to burn the sea
bludgeon the shelves
the letter won't simply fade out
it's in this brand new light
I know you love to see me
And swear that I have no sense at all
Inside this brick domed-bright

Blank limits are yours, not mine
A sword drawn against these times
strung out on suspects of hidden blurs
stacked chairs sculpt a vertical line
empty seats suggest history
somewhere between the lines

When the chapter ended, I couldn't help but feel offended

Devastate the tide
Demonstrate your right
To shape a blight
Inside a scar
It sits stone white

We've got to shed shark teeth
Disposable like a fine (alt = fire inside)
And I...

Lyrics: Lend me a Blanket (I Want to Dream About You)
written November 2005 by James Squeaky
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This morning cried whispers
Can't live inside

From out of this dream there is a whisper
I can't escape this life

Whisper in your head "Is this over?"
Make a Prayer, a plan to see

I can't talk over
I can't look inside of me

Whispers in your head tremble

I can't lift you above me

Whisper in your little trial of me
This is a dream
No, this isn't a dream

You'll stare over the sidewalk

I can't believe that it's ending with you

Gimme the words:
"Start over"
Awake inside this house again
I can't sell you out

Dream of me
and another single way to go
oh no no no no no no

Dreams awake!
Dreams grow back
I shall survive intact

We got ways of healing
We got ways of seeing all
This is a chance you'll believe in me

I got to remember (x3)

From out of the dreams at night
Open and your heart is open
I can't take a chance
Its over in silence
I wait here for you

Dreams go round Dreams go round
Dreams come out and over
That's all the signs
The passions
New signs of life
new passions
New passions
New chance to win

I can't see inside this house
The lights come out and we will begin

Lyrics: Petty Hate Machine
written January 2006 by James Squeaky
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Tried to slide
Too spent to hide
Accept this wrist
Too tight to twist

Love torn torture
razor slice fortune
burned out shame
sinners felt blame

Hooligans excrement
Living legends fashion kits
Wiz kids unleaded
Letters left never credited

Justify
your pain more
Demonstrate
whats in store

pop song overload
angry fist up thrown
nihilist light
buried in white

Can't believe in anything
Love won't break thru nothing
Too weak to raise your hand
Bury your dreams before they get too grand

Speakers pound into me
Speak for lost receipts
We give you everything
Throb until remedy

Gave up trying to figure it out
When your head got lost along the way

I heard myself today
Singing what I feel
The needle skates the groove
But I have sense of what's real

Stolen masks turn right
Cradled flames cut bright
You'll cut right through me
Patronize your fan-base
Living life such a waste

Don't steal my identity.