Let's Just Admit and The Self​-​proclaimed DISC 1

by Daniel Zott

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doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo you spend your life working toward nothing your love for the money surpasses your wife and all through school you lived up the life passing out on a toilet made you feel so alive and now it seems the best is behind raising kids and a family protecting their rights oh but to go back and relive the memory the future is boring but who's writing your story help money isn't all the wealth it doesn't do anything for my health oh lord i want you back doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo and now it seems the best is behind raising kids and a family protecting their rights oh but to go back and relive the memory the future is boring but who's writing your story help money isn't all the wealth it doesn't do anything for my health oh lord i want you back help money only brought me hell i can't buy what i can't sell oh no i need a change oh no i need a change oh no i need a change oh no i need a change doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
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hovering beauties in a white vision building love in your subdivision i can see the pond where death dissolves and comes undone and heroes always raise our children adopting values on television politician wars their integrity is snow in warmth how long will you take the bait from heartless industry their viruses killed your faith you're not a commodity billboards target imperfections motor city fake elections let's support the pimp he's just trying to separate himself i don't care if you're black or white michael jackson said it right but we all can't be stars still we can put big spinners on our cars how long will you take the bait from lonely bourgeoisie their elegance on the trapeze is killing your families
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best things never come when you want it's a free world oh no i dont' see the things you get when your mad at the words that creep into my head the things that i don't understand you're the best thing that i don't understand you're the best thing that i don't understand if i'm lying then please tell my sin my sin my sin pictures line the hall i live in things of old and new take flight in my mind oh and oh it never was my intent to be caught in what your doing please tell me now
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better friends better cars and a war child beaten down tenderly i was breaking backs in the heart of memphis back to the heart of sentiment i'm already chosen ba ba ba ba the signals been rung out establishment papers feeling now we live better kiss soft and delicate your mouth hold me down tenderly i was building love in the heart of temptress watch what you write so carefully i'm already chosen ba ba ba ba the signals been rung out establishment papers feeling now we live
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02:57
plastic man from the pulpit lift your eyes!!! lift your eyes!!! lift your eyes!!! expecting truth between your lips all i heard was your armageddon stance no!no!no!no!no! never once did i hear that i am loved!!! i am loved!!! i am loved!!! tie me up in politics all i wanted was an invitation no!no!no!no!no!
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when i wake up with the morning light i can always breathe somehow that never has meant much to me and i can't say i am thankful for the things i have i'm a hell of a guy living a hell of a lie and if i gave it all way i'd expect something back i'm never sure that i could tell you where my heart is at cause every good thing i do is a selfish act and i'm a hell of a guy living a hell of a lie that's why i don't understand where you come in showing a son of dirt how to be a man i tried to refuse your name, still you love the same singing hallelujah singing hallelujah
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03:16
if he's got a beard and a turban 'round his head i'm gonna guess he's also got a bomb on his chest if he's wearing cowboy boots with a pistol on his hip i'm gonna guess he enjoys killing terrorists loose our tongues babies realize the sword in time is fixed and the educated bird can multiply...today making the figures on the clock hand watching it guarding my wife's head cause tragically, it's equal unrest loose our tongues babies realize the sword in time is fixed and the educated bird can multiply let's terrorize throwing bodies over waves and cliffs oh Christ! peace can make a bigger noise than this... today
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i heard when you told the disciples to love their enemies it's hard living in this country an eye for an eye in your father's name we forget that we forget that
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jane austen what did you find? did you think it unkind? when all the readers laughed and went back to suits and cash there's distance from your realization and the way you've been no one can be so cold and be without skin but it's been hundreds of years and there is no care the girls went to fix their hair oh jane cause you don't know what it's like to be american you don't know what it's like to be american jane austen where have you gone? is it anyone's fault that we escape into our own defense and trash up all the conversations and the innocent brigades what does it even mean to be a lover's wage and there's too much pain in this wine we made i'll grip the man with a cape oh jane cause you don't know what it's like to be american you don't know what it's like to be american
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03:06
the pain in your heart makes me feel so awful i don't know where your love don't tell the boss when he's lurking in the shadow in the heart of metal in the back of ghetto and such the pain in my mouth when i bite the carrot from the string you dangle don't tell me not to believe in the after when it's the only thing keeping you free in the sun so i don't know what happens when you fall asleep making all the ruckus is just one two three maybe we can do this when error is gone but i don't know how it works in the shallow but i don't know it happens but i guess i'm still i guess i'm still i'm still the chief
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come saints and sinners hear me tell how pious priests whip jack and nell and women buy and children sell and preach all sinners down to hell and sing of heavenly union they'll bleat and baa dona like goats gorge down black sheep and strain at motes array their backs in fine black coats then seize their negroes by their throats and choke for heavenly union they'll church you if you sip a dram and damn you if you steal a lamb yet rob old tony, doll, and sam of human rights and bread and ham kidnapper's heavenly union they'll loudly talk of christ's reward and bind his image with a cord and scold and swing the lash abhorred and sell their brother in the lord to handcuffed heavenly union they'll read and sing a sacred song and make a prayer both loud and long and teach the right and do the wrong hailing the brother, sister throng with words of heavenly union a roaring ranting sleek man-thief who lived on mutton, veal, and beef yet never would afford relief to needy sable sons of grief was big with heavenly union love not the world the preacher said and winked his eye and shook his head he seized on tom and dick and ned cut short their meat and clothes and bread yet still loved heavenly union another preacher whining spoke of one whose heart for sinners broke he tied old nanny to an oak and drew the blood at every stroke and prayed for heavenly union
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The Double Album
Self-released

It’s often been said that a double-disc release is a virtually guaranteed kiss of death in the music industry. That is, unless your ultimate goal has nothing to do with revenue that features a substantial number of zeroes or any sort of fickle fame. When you’re simply looking to share as much of your artistic expression with as many people as possible, as Daniel Zott has so clearly chosen to do with this mega-release, well, then you’ve got absolutely nothing to lose … and everything to gain.

Clocking in at 24 tracks spread over two discs that chalk up to 90 minutes of music, The Double Album is one of the most grandiose and satisfying records to come out in ’08. The production here changes from track to track, ranging from polished perfection to lo-fi bedroom recordings, but it doesn’t create a feeling of schizophrenia as you might expect. It becomes eclectic and also an exercise in which each song’s production perfectly captures the tone of the material. Lyrically, Zott often mixes the melancholy with earnest hopefulness, fixating on subjects like anti-consumerism, the struggle to survive in a country you so often can’t identify with, and his own faith, while his double-tracked vocals soar effortlessly high into friendly falsetto skies and then creep down to small whimpers, breaking earnestly and with aching sincerity.

Musically … well, there's a lot happening here. Zott mixes hip-hop beats with minor-key vocal wanderings (as best heard in a song like “Equal Unrest”); he dives from the occasional track that resembles a much-less-depressed Elliott Smith right into a Sigur Ros-like song, looping backwards vocals over sweeping ambience. He has crafted throwback rock songs great enough to make Dr. Dog tuck their tails between their legs and go back to the drawing board; or a song like “Washed Figures,” which most closely resembles one of Aphex Twin’s chilled out moments, with a keyboard hook that runs laps through your subconscious; or the quiet, honest and acoustic “The Amazed Settler” — probably the most gorgeous song on the record.

Each of these 24 tracks features some detail that makes it click: a background break-beat, a slinky guitar lead or a melody that will hide away in the back of your brain and show up days later when you least expect it. There are immediate standouts — “The (After) Life,” We All Can’t Be Stars,” “It’s the Top Thrill” — but it’s the songs that sneak up on you after repeat listenings that really make this release as incredible as it is — songs like the haunting “To Be American,” or the beguiling “Dispensation.”

This is a perfect record for the season, populated with songs that eerily capture the mood of a city as it turns up its collar, braces for a chill and contemplates hibernation, but repeatedly offset by exuberant tracks that will shake off the onset of any sort of Seasonal Affective Disorder, shining beams of sunlight between your drawn blinds. My only complaint: a few of the songs seem like ideas; fragments that warrant further exploration. Did I just complain that 90 minutes of this music isn’t enough? Wow. I guess that’s not such a complaint after all. — KIRK VANDERBEEK

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released November 11, 2008

All Songs Written By Daniel Zott

Produced By Daniel Zott and Ben West

Mixed By Daniel Zott and Ben West

Mastered By Ben West

Daniel Zott played all the instruments

Ben West played some Drums, Bass and Keys

Recorded In Their Basements

Artwork By THE SILENT GIANTS

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Daniel Zott was born in a hospital. Noise was hitting his ears since he was impossibly (mathematically speaking) constructed. Eventually, he wanted to make his own noise. He stumbled upon a guitar after a sports injury in junior high. He never played sports again. ... more

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