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Bad Time Zoo

by Sims

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1.
Future Shock 04:13
I was born in 82 about the time of the Cold War flu born when the world was small before we connected the zoo look at the way we grew dropped the borders but we kept the walls the things we made to pull us close push us all we hear the ring but screen the calls so close we could almost touch but so far we don’t speak on the bus so close I can almost see your breath but so far I can’t hear your words I don’t go a day without a button pressed the years go by in a blur it’s the time of plenty, inbox full so why do I feel so goddamn empty? but look at how connected we are the whole globe at your fingertips speed the pace it’s an instant fix Space Age but I feel boxed in and it’s wide open and I’m dying to know why I feel disconnected am I dreaming demons, alienated or do I just get what I expected? they say it’s greed that keeps people turning feeds the lonely and the beasts of burden East of Eden but at least we’re earning the ice is melting and the trees are burning reporters all say it’s all but lost and all we can do is watch so I walk with my shoulders dropped watch these blocks stack up with stores is this what we’re working for? filling that hole with goods, what’s good? but the chokehold ain’t local no more it’s global and closing its doors it ain’t about right or wrong what side you’re on but the things we traded how many sights for many sights how is your life? I was born in 82 but I live in 2000 and now all the things I thought I knew turns out they were never around and all the people I met today well, they all the same feeling that emptiness fill it up with Fendi till the trendiness fades then throw that thing away I want the one with the new features until the next one out then bury it a little deeper add on to that man-made mountain you could have it all, the campaign touting the cars and the champagne fountain but that pool’s only deep enough to sink but these fools don’t even stop to think they just want that bubbly now they spilling on you ain’t that lovely? what a mess since they jumped in now they scream save me, save me to the public but we barely know the subject we’re all out doing for us in so far, so far in fact so near so packed we don’t speak on the bus loss of love, loss of mind loss of love, loss of mind running out of time loss of love, loss of mind loss of love, loss of mind damn near out of time
2.
all the heat pipes cough, speech freeze like water sheep led right to the bleach-wipe slaughter even the doc couldn’t see it in the blotter four walls starve each eat like Donner feed on each other, speed through the red lights sleep in the gutter, cameras on the great heights a sea of brake lights every door locked tight keep them locked down tight what will you call your home? what will you call your own? where will you lay them bones lay them greedy bones? which one will save your soul with your sight on solid gold? oh hell no, can’t feel that hallowed ghost with his hands wrapped around your throat? this window seat is loud in the city where the weather is howling outside there’s wolves on prowl, in the belly growling me I’m just over the line, under the gun, out of my mind everything in its right place watch me slice through the night race time and space alike it’s mine to shape it, right? everyone stepping sideways to the cheapest sleight of hand play to your weakness, see the darkest side of man and it’s up to you supply those hollow dreams or make your own Halloween, so how about that? off with their heads, make our own mask let’s howl on back’ let’s get it going less emotion more emulsion burn it down let’s get it going less emotion more emulsion burn it down let’s get it going less emotion more emulsion burn it black down to the ash, start from the scratch build it all back let’s get down let’s get down let’s get down let’s get down down to biz, down to work come back down to earth it’s down to this put down the arms, hands down in the dirt let me get you up to speed it’s up to us to up the need upheaval tucked up the sleeve it’s a sudden thrill that the hunter feels when they’re on their heels and the hunted yields you run on fumes, you grind the wheels the tunnel’s sealed but you’ll never kneel no making deals but the wolves have eyes and they smell the veal and what’s revealed is each one out for meals and don’t care which one’s skin they peel back so I keep the blade sharp for real because you never know when it comes on back all the swine turn a blind eye; sign of the time sold to the highest bidder who command the supply stamp it up fine with that Hollywood state of mind we bought wings out of clay and wondered why that wouldn’t fly let’s get it going less emotion more emulsion burn it down let’s get it going less emotion more emulsion burn it down let’s get it going less emotion more emulsion burn it black down to the ash, start from the scratch build it all back what will you call your home, what will you call your own? where will you lay them bones? the bell just tolled this is heaven, this is home this is heaven, this is hell this is home, this is hell this is heaven, this is home welcome to the veldt
3.
Bad Time Zoo 02:42
how the tedium eats can’t stop the feeling that creeps under the sheets under the skin where that city just sleeps over the wind people are afraid to speak chameleon cummunicado, generation now got to hit the lotto, got to sell it on out get it all at once, living out the front putting something in their lungs, nose something in the vein numbing the pain to break the modern refrain what to claim? lost control, lost restraint most just float until they hit the floor live in the abandoned houses of the ghosts of war so repaint the place to reclaim the space but there goes that stain you can’t erase ergo, call me Rene Descartes to the faint of heart it ain’t to make a mark it’s to draw a map this is where we’re living at live from the Minneap everybody run around the city trapped act like you knew this is the Bad Time Zoo Sims bring it live on the check one, two everyone’s yelling get free, get free everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh everyone caught the same old sickness spent all the change and there ain’t no difference this is your captain speaking this ship is rapidly sinking this mission was lost from the yard so thanks for the help, watch for the sharks shots in the dark I pray for health but I’m running out of places of where to send that prayer I hang a thousand mile stare in the bended air then bend it back over kicks and snares I keep it moving call me piston flare watch me flip the miles nah, call me Ishmael I’ve got a bigger fish to snare this is wildlife in the bright light caught up in a different glare everybody everywhere so disrepaired up all night up all night trying to make it right but as it demands we keep on moving at the speed of life this is wildlife, close claws no cause my mic sounds right, no pause act like you do show me the Bad Time Zoo Sims bring it live on the check one where he’s living at live from the Minneap everybody run around the city trapped act like you do then show me the Bad Time Zoo Sims bring it live on the check one, two everyone’s yelling get free, free everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh everyone caught the same old sickness spent all the change and there ain’t no difference everyone’s yelling get free, free, everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh everyone caught the same old sick spent all the change, ain’t nothing changed
4.
I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much I’ve seen, I’ve been I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS I woke up late again, walked down to the bus stop slumping last night rained buckshot and I barely made it in thinking to myself I can never find space then the bus came late but I left my change, damn left foot, right foot then looks like I’m walking, too much too many folk, too many high, too many low city breathing down your neck then it grabs your throat and it won’t let go but I know this road won’t ever let you be then I saw his heap, is he dead or asleep? tourniquet tied right around his bicep tighter than a vice-grip squeeze his sleeve teeth held the cap of the hypodermic needle arm leg a leg a arm head lay feeble tar make a man look dead like beetle but he’s high like an eagle when he asks for change anything I give him out the venom in his vein send him into heaven courtesy St. James and well, that ain’t my name I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much I’ve seen, I’ve been I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS don’t hit the snooze ever I’m like 47 deep and that’s not even decent sleep I’m dreaming bout robotic sheep, I’m later than that whatever type of late you think you is, show your references androids like you got a whole lot lot of messages yeah yeah yeah this is what I slept in up and out coffee in the mouth jetting catching up pedal to the floor texting metal up expressing sections pressing hexes learning no lesson flexing like every intersection, wait oh my god I almost hit him with a car little kid ran quick to the middle I was fixed in the middle of a text maybe fiddling with knobs, god, what are the odds I could of ... pulled to the curb, head to the wheel sweating artillery, don’t pack steel look up to a situation similar to opening an invitation asking you to die Dad’s like die, Mom’s like die I’m like fine little boys like crying step out to a fist in the eye took it like a champ didn’t even ask why didn’t even flex, didn’t even ask twice he didn’t put together that I wasn’t trying to fight I said please accept my apology, I’ll just leave here responsibly I’m glad your boy’s okay I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much I’ve seen, I’ve been I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
5.
neon and strobe, the eyes don’t go beyond the glow they want to protest but lost the focus now they’re latching on to any cause snapping down like any jaw mulch from the demagogues acting like they’re demigods it starts with the link moves to the sinking moves to the chain gang moving to the brink rules are the same game speak in doublethink with the action based on guilt holier than thou type thing but you did your part you gave your hundred bucks to NPR you joined the co-op now bought the hybrid car switched to peace coffee went to three rallies then wiped your hands with sanitized solution good deeds tallied consumer movement seeking absolution redesign the treadmill, still ain’t moving desperately run in place reapplied the laws of the bluest eye and the made the truest shade of grey so we truly fade away like it or not you’re standing here stranded you didn’t buy the tape and plastic still copped the panic you switched it up now you’re buying all organic screaming save the planet but you won’t even save your neighbor dammit so where do we go now that we know who’s paving the road oh no no no are you saving your soul or braiding the rope that’s making you choke? and so it goes they throw the line our caustic they’re rolling out the product they hit you in your heart aiming for you pocket you can’t ignore the profit Michael Moore the topic now tell me that your time is really all that philanthropic neon and strobe the eyes don’t go beyond the glow they want to protest but lost the focus it’s a cycle, no less out of place, grotesque step with cold flesh towards a cause with warm breath seeking comfort in the moment, missed the omen everyone screaming change but rebuild it the same new wording same adage, go ask Alice grab your mallet, you better get ready to earn your callous the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s palace so where do we go now that we know who’s paving the road oh no, no, no are you saving your soul or braiding the rope that’s making you choke? and so it goes they throw the line our caustic they’re rolling out the product they hit you in your heart aiming for you pocket you can’t ignore the profit Michael Moore the topic now tell me that your time is really all that philanthropic
6.
In My Sleep 03:01
I dig my feet in deep I make the rivers move I wrote this in my sleep this beat is… they say it’s toil and reap I play it win or lose same as it ever was last week I bumped into this dude I used to go to school with hadn’t seen him in a sec said he moved around the way trying to make a name, all he made was a mess this world like the weight around his neck anyway, how you Sims? where you going, where you headed, where you been? what direction you in, have you been with the wind at your back? are you still laying tracks? still playing with fire? has it burnt you back? still carrying that old axe? I thought you’d bury that are you still going in the same circle in the state where it rains purple is it working, was it worth it, what you earning, slow burner? you know I heard you had a taste of the charmed life, what’s your ego and karma like? tell me what’s it like from that height, you thought it was right when you left us behind? I’m still here locked in the same old spot same old slate and chalk and the rain that washes I told him ain’t no stopping man, push that rock I dig my feet in deep I make the rivers move I wrote this in my sleep this beat is… they say it’s toil and reap I play it win or lose same as it ever was the same life in stage light ain’t as bright when it’s you ain’t they nice when they like what you’re doing? the same love that they lust and they want but can’t touch they judge through the hush, keep on moving the same life in stage light ain’t as bright when it’s you ain’t they nice when they like what you’re doing? the same love that they lust and they want but can’t touch through the rush or the hush, keep on moving
7.
when it rolls in it will break you down it will roll in and leave nothing in its wake and when it rolls in it will break you down so how much can you take? from here the birds seem so full of grace, so full of finesse but they’re just like the rest, surviving the storms that’s the song they’re humming up these days are fleeting but the song is beaming and they sing with all the spirit they summon up and the ugliness never leaves, true enough that’s the beauty and the pain that’s coming up and all I’ve learned is that it never ends, buckle up so I’m getting better at building that rubble up and the clouds rolling in, thunder rumbles up the warm mist kisses my face while I’m looking up the wind whips through the nest, it ain’t took enough then the drips hit my chest and I scream let the rain pour down on me let the rain pour down on me let the rain pour down on me, and for the first time in my life I believe it’s okay through the mouth of the pliers the birds on a wire sing so desperately and it brings you to your knees it gets so painful, it’s okay though let the rain fall let it wash away it’s okay it’s not if but how it will break you down and how attached you are to that shaky ground will you let it take you to where it wants you to be? when the wings are too heavy to fly and there’s no refuge in sight the ones who will survive will be brave enough to stare it back in the eye through the mouth of the pliers the birds on a wire sing so desperately and it brings you to your knees it gets so painful, it’s okay though let the rain fall let it wash away it’s okay when the storm comes it might take you, it might break you let it break, let it break, let it break it’s okay it gets so painful, it’s okay though let the rain fall let it wash away it’s okay
8.
Good Times 03:01
the future’s looking bright and wouldn’t I be exactly what it’s looking like you can get it if you get it right, damn right I’ve never felt so alive I’m all guts, let the glory catch up you’re small cuts self-applied catchup what a mess vain tragic broken-hearted self-absorbed no magic, look at you, boo hoo makes me so fucking bored, let’s move I’m on the new shit, that shit that you producing is so oh four I can rap circles around you with my eyes wide closed my flow hydro, live show mind-blown now you know how it goes, let’s go the future’s looking bright and wouldn’t I be exactly what it’s looking like you can get it if you get it right, damn right I’ve never felt so alive for the good times altimeter so high, living up my life loving it like it might leave tomorrow the minutes are finite, the time is borrowed no limit no telling what I might do wild card like Charlie Day wild style like Crazy Legs I don’t play the game, I change the game are y’all okay? the world keeps turning the future is coming if you want it got to earn it no running but instead of moving your legs you move your mouth still nothing new to say got to move to shake got to pull your weight no time to waste come on get down the future’s looking bright and wouldn’t I be exactly what it’s looking like you can get it if you get it right, damn right I’ve never felt so alive you don’t fuck with lions even when they’re eyeing we hear silence or you get the riot I am a giant, even when I ain’t trying I keep it stupid hot, hotter than your block in August when they holler officer down we keep it booming ain’t no fronting allowed hit em Beak, let me speak, we are beasts literally let us eat or get the teeth, this is DT
9.
LMG 03:13 video
I need someone a little stronger than a Suicide Girl in this do or die world where the suicide rate has got me sitting sideways high stakes, and two of us thinking that it’s too much is too much I need a girl about as bad as Badu not just pissing off Daddy with those back tattoos oh that’s you love? sitting at the pub wondering when that drink is going to swallow you up? that’s why I love my girl she makes me feel sexy, makes me feel warm, she makes me feel cool that’s why I love my girl she gives me that feeling sun up to evening, show down until high noon run it back six months Red Dragon, late night, full cup girl from the corner store and I can hardly stop the jaw from dropping finally got my chance to see if I can make her laugh but she pulled a couple Oxycodone out the pockets of her cotton dress swallowed a bottle now she hollowed a cockpit eyes popping off like bottle rockets pride and pills straight slipping down her hatch damn, just when I thought I had a match, struck with another ball of wax and I’m slipping out the back because I can’t get down like that rail drink chased with a rail, off the rails alcohol hues and a mute aura party girl you make me puke for you, who are you? and maybe it’s the way you laying low that ain’t no angel, she’s just playing in the snow that’s why I love my girl she makes me feel sexy, makes me feel warm, she makes me feel cool that’s why I love my girl she gives me that feeling sun up to evening, show down until high noon
10.
The Veldt 03:15
this is The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell all the signs read save your damn self The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles pigs and boars help themselves to more this is the Veldt, home where we know the score ringing bells, the angels singing send help this is the place where we landed where the drama is heavy handed home of the heavy metal hand cannon politicians bantering ban it put their slogan on the banner assessing the damage, never offering answers around the avenue officers act like savages but any animal ravenous in the face of famine offer them eats during election season grandstanding, pleasing, show the reach of the pandering there’s going to be an accident but the ambulance was privatized so you bled out by the time arrived No handouts writes the jet in the sky mercy on the seeds left behind it’s over at helm, over diagnosed, over medicated over sexed, overrun, all the boundaries overstepped all for one is over now, waterboard art of war too overt man overboard, over and out this The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell all the signs read save your damn self The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles pigs and boars help themselves to more this is The Veldt, home where we know the score ringing bells, the angels singing send help live from the bottom, gasping for oxygen the biggest fear here, dying anonymous honest as open caskets, honor is out of fashion Klonopin in the water, piranha management all gummed up so numb, so cool keep the schools without tools now the aim is on you the blades gaze through the haze and the fog it’s all fair in the days of the brave and the dog it just goes on and on, pray for the break of dawn so we make love and song keep mind and spirit strong but when the summer is hot, the pistols pop it’s murder for martyrdom--or someone started some and they’re going to clear the spot wrong or not so we’re sliced in nice in the year of the ox keep it moving like the gears on the clock birds of a feather flock never knock, pick the lock, they’re licking shots up the block and the strays ain’t always hitting clay pigeons any day could be your last, grips with the flame in it borrowed time, take minutes and the air is so thick you could write your name in it the sharks will find you folly in the three card molly it’s all yours if you play it right dolly home of the locked doors, come and stay the night but vultures feed on the weak and the brave alike The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell all the sign read save your damn self The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles pigs and boars help themselves to more this is The Veldt, all live and all right ringing bells, the angels singing all night
11.
Weight 02:51
stop wait a minute, get em get em pull that weight from in em, drop that cynicism take the weight off, take that weight off take the weight off, take that weight off you’re so cynical thought you’d play a pivotal role but instead you insist on digging that hole now your soul just aches your body wakes taking all the weight voice shaking like a shoddy tape you use that crutch to hold you up to hold you down but I’ve seen that stroll around you ain’t breaking no new ground just hanging onto old luggage digging for a gold nugget if you missed the subject hold up, let me slow it down I wake up to staying positive in the face of all that could point me opposite honesty and openness the policy yeah, there’s work to do lay aside all that that is hurting you one, two, maybe you don’t get this, maybe you don’t listen no way no how insistent on digging your own way out well grab your shovel then, boy stop wait a minute, get em get em pull that weight from in em, drop that cynicism take the weight off, take that weight off take the weight off, take that weight off the biggest struggle learning how to unbuckle that muzzle drop that burden, stay hungry stay humble jump that rope before it grabs you by the throat makes you choke now you know you’re in trouble when your troubles make you crumble too much weight in the jungle make you stumble it’s a long road better learn to rock the uphill and all these heavy things are weighing down your everything but how much weight you trying to bring on you when the levee springs but you’d rather bleed than plead for help better watch what you say because evil things will feed inside the veldt you can get it if you get it right, I mean I dropped the load and left the weight right behind me stop wait a minute, get em get em pull that weight from in em, drop that cynicism take the weight off, take that weight off take the weight off, take that weight off
12.
Radio Opaque 03:54
you hear that sickly sound creeping through that there vine? you find the ticky-tacky taking up the air time see it’s a fickle racket built by nickel snatchers trick em like fashion, then pinning their casket airtight flavor of the month swimming deep through the sea of sick couldn’t feel the plastic if you stabbed me with the needle tip let them ego trip so sick, money cash hoes is that what your ethos is? hey little rap star, rock star, narcissist, how about a little self-respect? what did you sell, what did you tell yourself which piece of you sold to get that check? how many songs about clubs and bottles, drugs and murder can we take? watch them climb and fall until the vertebrae breaks out Doomtree birds of prey, tell your city it’s the takedown this is radio opaque leave them so sick, better call Saint James this is radio opaque in a transparent industry they’re looking so vain so crisp and clean, so crystalline Doomtree so thick we let them rip at the seams fall from the web they got them in and twist with the fact that their existence is fraudulent the sound is all rotten not to mention pretentious no filter no taste call you Benson and Hedges you took the stencil and traced the edges, penciled in feathers I heard the eighteenth letter and learned to make that bird fly better la di da di you can act like the Fonzie but inside you’re Fozzy Bear, find a new hobby duck the button-up-shirt-gluttons feeding greedy mouths we do it on our own and leave the majors bleeding out who you needing now? those numbers don’t match mine I flat-line the sign-on-the-black-line body write rhymes and capsize the white-line-lobby shit, don’t believe the hype man this is radio opaque leave them so sick, better call Saint James this is radio opaque in a transparent industry they’re looking so vain what’s sick
13.
I got a friend who says the end is near there ain’t no time to hold back and he’s feeling good today might smoke the whole pack eight fifteen and we’re waiting for the bus then Jake tells me he ain’t waiting for nothing missed too much all the running and franticness for who for what? he said I don’t get them folks, they just fit like spokes, I just drift like smoke so to the breeze I go, flow like them concrete roads, roll, I just do my thing I cleared my throat and said okay but know what you throw everything boomerangs he said save the ten cent zen-isms for the dopes in the circus tent time is the only thing permanent and its looking late my friend so here we are surviving in the city’s vacant ends where the wild things are and the pavement ends we say come what may one hundred percent here we are looking lost today trying to find our way let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and the feeling of being washed away you could swear the whole world’s a stage another day in the masquerade you can see both sides of their face a day short and a dollar late here we are looking lost today trying to find our way let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and the feeling of being washed away the way the ache permeates its sink or syncopate i walk with you, you walk with me you won’t find what you want but you’ll find what you need hard land, heartland, speeding the plow grinding all day cops beating him down big dreams someday he’s going to reach new ground but he’s smoking all day to even him out we greet with a pound he’s like what up ock ten to ten I’m up and down this block I said why you let them rocks weigh down your socks then he looked at me and stopped he said look at the ants doing the downtown dance I vowed to God I’d never bow like that this is what was left for me call it entropy, glamorized relentlessly this is what the white kids love to buy but they turn a blind eye to the ugly side no help I’ve mouths to feed but you know, die on your feet on live on your knees it’s like a jungle sometimes, see how the jackals can hide? they even shackled our minds, we grab the saddles and ride on stitch at a time, make a wing from a nickel and dime side by side until we finally arrive here we are looking lost today trying to find our way let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and the feeling of being washed away you could swear the whole world’s a stage another day in the masquerade you can see both sides of their face a day short and a dollar late here we are looking lost today trying to find our way let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and the feeling of being washed away the way the ache permeates its sink or syncopate i walk with you, you walk with me you won’t find what you want but you’ll find what you need ten pm, whistle blowing, the day is growing dark I met the homegirl SKS o the bridge at Loring Park we stayed up late drinking, smoking, talking backwards laughing under a moon of alabaster looking at downtown smiling that bright battleship on the horizon we talked about dying, legacy, infamy, abandoned industry feeling strangled, peoples angles we spoke on angels, heaven and hell while the church across the park rang its twelve o’clock bells and she sighed to herself, another day in the veldt pulled the dagger from her hip and turned it in scratched another notch in the cracked leather on her belt she took a pull of whiskey and said I’ll play the hand I’m dealt and I’m going to get there you know, even if I have to put the feathers on myself side by side one stitch at a time until we find it, over that line we go side by side one stitch at a time until we find it, over that line here we are looking lost today, trying to find our way let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and the feeling of being washed away washed away, washed away, washed away but we’re on our way
14.
Hey You 03:24
even my kinfolk caught the syndrome time dwindles, it’s that simple read the signal, see the swindle see the cycle turn like twelve inch vinyl single treat a ceiling like a glass window put it on smash like a crash symbol and let what’s broke hit the ground everybody get down so get it, go get it it’s all there for you no kidding get it, go get it if you want it don’t waste those minutes get it, live it, until it’s finished go get it ain’t nothing infinite time keeps ticking and the world keeps spinning tomorrow ain’t promised today’s just a visit hey you, looking like you’re way past due don’t let the days pass you dedicate, make your way through that zoo and the path you take got to pave that too hey you, there’s those who want and those who do push it until the screws come loose got to draw that line, stand up high, pursue and the end of your life how the time just flew sounds like the message held true too much and ain’t no Midas touch, so what it do? I don’t believe in luck I’m digging for fire until my time is up how about you? got to take that old and make that new be that pin, push that round go for yours there ain’t no time like now everybody get down so get it, go get it it’s all there for you no kidding get it, go get it if you want it don’t waste those minutes get it, live it, until it’s finished go get it ain’t nothing infinite time keeps ticking and the world keeps spinning tomorrow ain’t promised today’s just a visit hey you, looking like you’re way past due don’t let the days pass you be that pin, push that round, make that sound everybody get down before your time runs out come on now, come on now dig it up, hands in the ground everybody get down

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Bad Time Zoo is the second full-length record from Sims. It's his best work to date--a culmination of his talents as an emcee, imaginative lyricist, and thoughtful commentator on American culture. Lazerbeak made every beat on the album; his larger-than-life production features spine-cracking snares, full-tilt horn sections, and catchy synth lines.

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released February 15, 2011

DTR-028

All songs written by Sims for Sims Is A Business (ASCAP)
All songs produced by Lazerbeak for Legend Recognize Legend (ASCAP)
"Too Much" features P.O.S for Half A Kidney Half A Lung (ASCAP)
Additional vocals on Future Shock by Muad'dib, Joe Mabbott, P.O.S and Dessa
Additional Bass on Good Times by Sean McPherson
Staring Down The Ocean produced by Cecil Otter
Scratches by Plain Ole Bill
Executive Producers: Lazerbeak, Sims and Doomtree
Engineered and mixed by Joe Mabbott at the Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Magneto Mastering
Art Direction, design and layout by Adam R Garcia / The Pressure

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Life and loss and dance parties. Sex and love and fractal math. Sims wrote More Than Ever last winter in the wake of some personally trying times: death and sickness in his immediate circle of friends and family. And he decided that the only acceptable answer to big loss is big joy—urgent, defiant, unapologetic joy. ... more

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