Ditched Reality | MILLER MANN

D I T C H E D
R E A L I T Y

produced by Matt Morgan & Mitchell Miller

for Buy ‘Em Squared Productions

executive producer: Steve Yetman

recorded by Matt Morgan, Daniel Gregory & Mitchell Miller

recorded at Sit’N’Spin Studios, BSC Studios & Matt’s Hideaway Studio

Greenville, SC

mixed & mastered by Matt Morgan

photos & graphics: Mitchell Miller

01. A MINOR OVERTURE 3:18

02. CURSE OF THE WOKE 4:10

03. REDUCED TO ABSOLUTES 3:29

04. SUPPOSE 2:54

05. EPIPHANY 6:09

06. DUMBCLUCKS @ THE STARBUCKS 3:35

07. CHAMELEON CHARADE 2:54

08. DREAMER UNAWARE 5:22

09. DISSEMBLING 4:43

10. LONELY VIEW 3:45

11. ALL OVER ME 2:45

12. STANDING TALL * 3:36

ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY MITCHELL MILLER

EXCEPT * “STANDING TALL”

WRITTEN BY ROBERT HOEFER JR. & MITCHELL MILLER

Curse Of The Woke

(M. MILLER)

When in the course of time it ends up a grind

And I am forced to wait at the gate

Then ride the turnaround known as rebound

And find another reason to dust off the plate

While all that movement can be quite discerning

The lesson lies in learning a natural cause

It seems a waste of time to dream...

then get caught in the seams

And watch the rabble unravel it all

They watch it fall and curse it all

When your line of sight’s invaded by blight

Pontificating posers all crowding your space

Turn around...and they’re no longer found

You’re left to wipe their woken drool off of your face

If in the moment you see that with which you agree

The stars and planets align as a sign

Take the time to concur...straighten out awkward curves

The grand illusion is your peace of mind

Now’s not the time to turn Sublime on…

If it seems the game is all played the same

By those who desire power over our lives

Just grab the noose and shake them loose

We’ll claim our finest hour dancing on the backs of all of their lies

If circumstance comes to dance…a mysterious chance

That few are ever allowed to attain

Grab the bull by the horns nut beware of the thorns

Mitigated by the force of the rain

You’ll stand alone to make it home

…alone to make it home

Reduced To Absolutes

(M. MILLER)

in the time of reckoning

when it’s all put to the flame

will soul light be found beckoning

oh…will anything remain?

bobbing near expiration

with no quarter given

didn’t you actively seek liberation

I bet that’s what you thought you were living

I know it’s hard to face the truth

that it’s reduced to absolutes

who were we kidding when we asked for proof

and were reduced to absolutes?

you found the stations of the heart

but passed on improving the mind

now your train is ready to depart

station due…end of the line

while lying with conviction’s

a ruse worth playing

bet you never thought that a slick crucifixion

would result from those plans you were laying

I know it’s hard to face the truth

that it’s reduced to absolutes

were we kidding when we asked for proof

and were reduced to absolutes?

Suppose

(M. MILLER)

WHAT WAS THAT…AM I NOT GROWING WISE?

A HABITAT WITH YOU LEFT PARALYZED

THE MEANS TO ME…SOME LATE NIGHT ANALYZED SCENE

TO BE SEEN…WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

WHEN I WAS YOUNG I DREAMED OF FINDING YOU

WAS I SO DUMB? THE FEAR LAY BINDING YOU

YOU TURN TO RUN WITH THE LOSS REMINDING YOU TOO

HOW TRUE…WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO DO?

YOUR FACADE GROWS SO COLD AND BEAR

CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YOU’RE LEFT STANDING THERE

WITH YOUR DEMONS DEMANDING A FIGHT

THAT ISN’T RIGHT

WHO’S TO BLAME WHEN LOVE LIES UNRETURNED?

ALL THE SAME IT SEEMS I’VE NEVER LEARNED

TO PLAY THIS GAME WITHOUT GETTING BURNED OR BETRAYED AND THEN DISPLAYED

WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSE TO SAY?

DID YOUR FEARS SAY REJECT MY ADVANCE

IT’S SO HARD FOR YOU TO TAKE A CHANCE

HOPE RECEDES LIKE THE SEA AT LOW TIDE

STILL YOU HAVEN’T TRIED

WHAT WAS THAT?

AM I NOT GROWING WISE?

Epiphany

(M. MILLER)

it’s a dissectus…complete to the nexus

with isotope beryllium attire

we don’t believe it…because we don’t see it

theater empty…some fool yelling fire

it’s a machine designed to self clean

but there’s a penalty for what you put inside

if you’ve got the gumption then have an assumption

that the truth may lie acknowledged…undenied

but if you’re thinking

you’ll play without blinking

there’s a sound one hears before confronting fate

and that’s the rewound sound

of being unwound now

your chord is cut and you just float away

beyond the junction…before form and function

acerbates the stars to brilliant hues and shades

by this perspective a fresh new elective

will encompass all the scraps you hoard and save

it’s not your duty…a root tootin’ tootie

but you may elect a scapegoat on the side

from your recollection a clear firm connection

can erase the walls the sun was forced to ride

now in this time warp

like a tackle from Jim Thorpe

constant foaming undirects the soul to burn

you’ll make a landing

you’ll hope is outstanding

the die is cast…survivors dare to learn

Heaven to you

Heaven to me

the larger it looms

the harder to see

if looks are deceiving and the past non-revealing

highway riddled with the corpse of lost desire

into flights of fancy which fail to enhance thee

as you ride the roiling waves of muck and mire

I once was a poet but unable to show it

like a fool who sells his lone unguarded rear

and then came the answer…paraplegic to dancer

saw the truth behind all of those doubts and fears

to find yourself living’s

a gift that’s worth giving

the logic of this life you’re sure to know

it’s all in the ending

with the cracked code instilling

the fire that forces feeling fools to flow

Dumb Clucks @ The Starbucks

(M. MILLER)

They claim that it’s white when it’s black

If you disagree they attack

Woke folk like these should be smacked

Like dumb clucks at the Starbucks

They just can’t conceive that they’re wrong

Collective fools sing one note songs

With the chorus droning on and on

Like dumb clucks at the Starbucks

All that they see seems deranged

And we need their help to change

They pray for Marx to rule the day

Like dumb clucks at the Starbucks

Don’t question their ways you’ll be doxxed

A capital crime to watch FOX

Woke hoodlums with tiny cocks

Like dumb clucks at the Starbucks

Never taught how to live so they whine

Thinking something for nothing’ll work fine

The lies that they’re taught’s the real crime

They’re like dumb clucks at the Starbucks

They think that their way is new

And they’re gonna (by God!) see it through

With all the damage that these fools could do

Like dumb clucks at the Starbucks

Reason must soon take a stand

If there’s to be a future, man

Across the face is where they need a hand

Like dumb clucks at the Starbucks

Chameleon Charade

(M. MILLER)

all pent up and preening

your mask to deceive

your cards are all leaning

but still you believe

that through vestal cunning

you’ll still have it made

expertly running

your chameleon charade

you live by deception

and call it the truth

you hide the exception

to cover the proof

of lies so misleading

they form a parade

to slowly die bleeding

your chameleon charade

no answers for reason

or none you can find

denial to treason

the same to your mind

one day you’ll be calling

your debts all unpaid

around you falling

your chameleon charade

oh…your chameleon charade

Dreamer Unaware

(M. Miller)

Rusty vines of life entwine

And leave a steely hue

Unseen by some…others left numb

But I can see you through

Where there’s possibility

Thoughts are thought and souls set free

When seen askance there’s that chance

That the void won’t exit you through

It might be wise to open eyes

It’s the least that you could do

Our responsibility

To think our thoughts and learn to see

I’m a dreamer

I know I’m a dreamer

I’m dreaming these dreams

My God! I dream them still!

I’m a dreamer

I know I’m a dreamer

While dreaming these dreams

How will I find my will?

Find my will?

There are no words…tales to be heard

To grant one peace of mind

Head in the sand…fail to understand

It’s up to you how many times?

Reacting nonsensically

Think not our thoughts and refuse to be

I’m a dreamer

I know I’m a dreamer

I’m dreaming these dreams

My God! I dream them still!

I’m a dreamer

I know I’m a dreamer

While dreaming these dreams

How will I find my will?

Find my will?

Dissembling

(M. MILLER)

you might find me in the corner

with my hand up over my head

as the original owner

I can’t believe the words I said

the words I said

there’s no contradiction

just my wounds here to be bled

you might find me in the open

with my voice raised to the sky

pleased with how well I’m coping

never asking for the reason why

that ol’ reason why

signs of false attrition

just my wounds here to deny

you might find me in the big time

with your hands all up in my face

while I’m extracting from your mind

the life force that I have to replace

I have to replace

this my contribution

just my wounds here to be traced

you might find me in the gutter

where I’ll face my nights alone

with no ties to any other

tuned to the city’s endless groan

the endless groan

there’s no inhibition

just my wounds here to be known

Lonely View

(M. MILLER)

I SIT INSIDE MY LONELY VIEW

THINKING OF REASONS

REASONS THAT WILL DO

OR GET ME THROUGH

IT ALL DEPENDS

ON WHAT I ACCOMPLISH

OR HOW I TRANSCEND

BUT THE TRUTH BY AND LARGE

LEAVES ME ADRIFT

FAR FROM THE BARGE

BUT THE TRUTH BY AND LARGE…

I SEEK A WAY TO UNDERSTAND

LEARNING MY MOTIVES

WHICH WILL ON ONE HAND

ONLY DEMAND

IT’S ALL THE SAME

THE THINGS THAT ARE LOST

THE THINGS THAT REMAIN

IN THE END STILL MY SCARS

LEAVE ME ADRIFT

FAR FROM THE BARGE

IN THE END

STILL MY SCARS…

I DON’T DENY WHAT OTHERS DO

SCORN REALITY

AND NOT SEEK BETTER PROOF

BEHIND THE TRUTH

IT COMES TO ME

HOW VAINLY WE STRUGGLE

REFUSING TO BE

BUT YOUR WAYS LIEUTENANT SARGE

LEAVE ME ADRIFT

FAR FROM THE BARGE

IN THE END STILL MY SCARS

LEAVE ME ADRIFT

FAR FROM THE BARGE

BUT THE TRUTH BY AND LARGE…

All Over Me

(M. MILLER)

WHAT IS THIS?…MY DIGNITY?

FALLING OVER ME?

WHEN I THOUGHT I’D NOTHING TO HIDE

JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE

WHAT MAY BE…ALL OVER ME

SO SURREAL…MY INNOCENCE

LAUGHING NOW AT ME

THOUGHTFUL CONCEPT BUT NOTHING INSIDE

NONE THAT I CAN SEE

WELL, MAYBE…ALL OVER ME

ALL OVER ME

ALL OVER ME…EFFECTS AND THEIR CAUSES

ALL OVER ME…THE WRECKS AND THE LOSSES

THERE’S NO WAY TO SLIP BETWEEN

SO I’LL JUST LET IT BE

PROCESSED TIME AND ALL MY CRIMES

THROUGH ETERNITY

THAT MAY BE…ALL OVER ME

ALL OVER ME

Standing Tall

(R. HOEFER JR., M. MILLER)

Today’s the day

A day to finally find the words to say

The words to say just what we hope tp find

Peace of mind…in our time

I saw the wall

The wall that claimed the it defined us all

To find it all what’s that supposed to mean

To redeem…keep it clean

See me here and how I’m standing tall

I used to think I couldn’t even stand at all

But then I found the thrill that comes with believing in myself

A word is found

A word that covers so much hopeful ground

A ground to help all those who long to seek

A little peek…beyond the reek

For in the end

In the end we start just to begin again

Begin again and let the promise rule

Don’t play the fool…play to cool.

See me here and how I’m standing tall

I used to think I couldn’t even stand at all

But then I found the thrill that comes with believing in myself

See me here and how I’m standing tall

I used to think I couldn’t even stand at all

But then I found the thrill that comes with believing in myself

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