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High Priests of Low​-​Life

by Flight Distance

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Walther PPK 03:55
Hook x 2 P: I'm rockin' Wally Clarks like Walter White and Tony Starks B: I'm rockin' Wally Clarks like Walter White and Tony Starks P: Kill me with an authentic Walther PPK and pray to Jim Caviezel B: Shit the sequel's on the way Patience: Converted hybrid retro Mercedes A stack of back issues of Playboy from the '80s Russ Meyer shared fetish, John Larroquette haircut Cash in the safe and the safe in the air-ducts Don Juan '67 laser-disc Reel-to-reel to DAT tape attached with soldered paper clips Blood, kidneys, bones, a handkerchief With PSJ in cursive, catch the drool of the space cadet Chuggin' Labatt 50, bumpin' some Black Hippy Trim my Mike Patton facial hair, then the fact hit me I'm defined by aesthetics, pop culture obsessed A pod, no substance, you cyacksuckers are next, unh Human Tumblr: no original thought Swore I saw 6:66 on my digital watch There's vintage Polo on my mind, like all day And my girl's got an ironic poster of Scarface Hook x 2 Bender: Jean jacket airbrushed, blood hounds and grizzlies Escort look like Helen Mirren in the '60s Flew to Paris, had a pizza, never saw the Eiffel Audubon Illustrated, Winchester rifle Dream of Momofuku while I'm eatin' frozen seafood Lookin' California while I'm feelin' Mogadishu Sugar Mommy pay the rent, I'll never touch a pre-nup Runners do the legwork, we chillin' with our feet up Pied du Cochon V.I.P. special menu Exotic houseplant stash bail for my nephew Stay of execution show the monsters how to ball I'm in your dream house, pulling copper out the wall Winter '93 I rocked a parka like a mastodon Summer '92 I got to third base on The Gravitron Wah-zoo, Garry Kasparov study these dance moves Russian Jew behind me with the black velour track suit Hook x 2 P: I cut my copy of Infinite Jest in half B: Ink spot indelible, been to the depths and back P: Ralph Lauren bedspread under big breasts and ass B: Left her breath smeared on the window, never Windexed the glass P: My used Black Sabbath-patch jacket actually did a tour in 'Nam B: Next-door neighbour Thora Birch, she never leave the curtains drawn P: I carved 'Slayer' in my arm, and I've never even heard a song B: Word is bond, I say word is bond B: Paint a self portrait with a Reagan mask on my face P: Womanizer, Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints B: Bootleg Chinese Power Glove massage your labia P: C'mon girl, you know the story, Juno gave her baby up B: Pile of cocaína tall enough to turn your blood pink P: I'm Brutus with a Bluetooth, Sterling cuff-links B: Television taught me everything you know P: I'm Judas with a deuce coupe but never leave my home
Bender: Hangman behind me, tryin' to stump him on the last letter Bad weather dog day afternoon black leather Shorty got a coat-hanger, hope she tryin' to steal a car Face drained of colour like a silver star in a film noir Light pollution dimmed the galaxy to half a watt Walking with Occam's razor pondering the path we lost Air clouded, smog envelop us, the kids asleep Empty warehouses exoskeletons of industry Collapsing ceiling, low rise abandoned building He just lamps and chills, feels like Maximilian at the Hilton She said his tab's a bill, he ain't got half a shilling so he's Climbing out the window 'fore that pimp comes back to kill him Panic stricken on the transit system Conductor acid trippin', havin' visions made a rash decision Got merry-go-rounds on top of burial grounds that we swept Under the rug and kept it hush but that's the land we live in Some old socialite, baring her teeth Very petite, out of fashion '90s heroin chic Glaring at me, so paranoid convinced that I was following She sucked her diamond ring off and swallowed it Patience: First year nursing student, barefoot, pumps in hand Colourful hundreds and under bundled in a rubber band Husband at home she’s unprotected with another man Now summer’s fuckin’ with your head just like the Son of Sam (They picket the clinic) Patients witness at their worst of times (Jordans drop) The kid with debt up to his ankles is the first in line Park bench drinking Listerine and turpentine Winter’s twisting up your mood and now your burdened mind Unbridled entitlement and rude to the underpaid Cashier who’d whoop his ass at Scrabble AND in other ways Construction zones, sinkholes and something strange Weaves between the trees and buildings and it comes this way Run from change, it bubbles under, count the months and days Where’s his parents? An heir apparent wears his funnel cake Your neighbour wages escalating engagement in a drunken rage Window washer hits the pavement like a stun grenade My flesh is varnished by a film of the city’s air And parasitic bacteria that just isn’t there Employee scrubs off the sidewalk with little care Man takes a seat places his bag on the middle chair
Bender: Crawled out the Cambrian seas Came from the deep, made a b-line straight for the trees Replaced the jungle with skyscrapers and streets Jet stream to west, highway to the east See the white orchid in bloom The Pigs head on a stick and the flies swarm where it looms See the youth getting high scorching a spoon Make me wanna go and fashion the mic cord to a noose Or wait for our light source to balloon The world turn back to magma the firestorm can resume Tonight I'm askin' the psych ward for a room Having fevered dreams of death on a white horse in the gloom Men of science warn that we're doomed In due time we won't have no more lifeforms to consume Cause we can put cyborgs on the moon But still can't rinse the stink of the primordial ooze Patience: Hooded falcons circle garbage that they see as rats Artificial islands shaped like spiders wherein we relax Couldn't fathom the hardships, only dream of cash Self not exempt, no-one calls their own a fiendish laugh Rodent smells another rotting that they think is trash Unarmed kid shot by pig, pig fails to link the past Prior generations did the same but we can shrink the gap Your influence is illegitimate, I`m sick of your indignant badge This refuse should have been recycled, that`s a fuckin` fact Suffer from another`s lapse in judgement we can run the track Paved over a habitat, with all the gravitas of grabbin` ass And blame your friends, never made amends, it`s the way it went, I`m not mad at that Mistaken cloud-gazer, that`s not a bird but floating drone Controlled with sub-par technology to your mobile phone No vacancy at the safe haven and when forced from your home Look for Patience Flight Distance, poet Warlord of Boca Raton Escrol: Fire water out the Cuyahoga, mixed with that ayahuasca and psychotropics Got that mind to open, that siren's song to the sky's Corona Walking dead while the copperhead trying to bite the cobra Y'all been bottle-fed while your idol's stanking of lime and sulfur The correlations in Whitey Bugler and Iacocca Water wippers chipping them pies of coca and Chysler motors The ivory poacher land claimants and rightful owner Fight promoters with rifles loaded thuggin' for white Jehovah Ayatollah tryin' to build an altar Preacher-man looking like Geechee Dan trying to fill their coffers 'Round the time the kid was a wiz at Contra Olly moving arms like he's piston Honda in Nicaragua They whip the soft into Rickenbackers While Knickerbocker still will sell the story of prince and pauper to children watching Taking a pig to slaughter, they kill your father, you kill their father They're calling that intifada but shit is karma
Patience: We travel in time through our sense of smell Remember the endless in a loop and then rebel Hop in a Ford in Ontario, and out of a Florida Buick The rings on this coniferous are my recorded music Unstuck in whatever, resonant heads prevail Agony and bliss, it just depends where you dwell Heaven and hell: the good stuff at once, I wrote a blueprint Ignore me I'm hesitant anyway and it, it's sort of stupid It goes... All perspective, no attention paid till better days And medicate yourself when lemonade is not an option Enjoy the moments and relish 'em but with caution Discomfort is comin', cousin, I embellish you not - just pause it (This is real life!) Stop it dead in its tracks You're not here right now as the sediment cracks To their... reticent laughs, the sentiment goes unnoticed It's totally hopeless nevertheless end it and hope they quote you Hook No lightspeed, black holes, string theory, none of that Motherfucker double back No Asimov, Wells, Bradbury, none of them Just a strong will, pain threshold and rubber neck You may feel a slight... ringing in your ears Head on a swivel pick my eyes up off the ground High bias, the kind of guy you'd want around Hand on my nuts, pick my tongue up off the ground Untethered yesterday, if she want to fuck around (with me) Friends with houses, former those with dough now Gettin' up early tomorrow for that job I couldn't hold down I'll get my clock cleaned if i'm feelin' like a masochist Or do a line of pollen and i'm watchin' televangelists The salivator, gravitator Seven seven one upside down on a calculator The holographic laminator Aerosol to muzzle question mark with the evaporator Uncross your thighs I've proselytized The cult of one in total, a copperhead bites All these watered down ideas from slaughterhouse five Unstuck in whatever, the martyr of time Hook (((You should see what YOU look like!)))
Bender: I first heard of Zelda back in '87 Straight infected my brain in class I couldn't pay attention Rap tapes and video games my main obsession Plus comic books formed the trinity, ain't no question Stan Lee was a legend Sam Keith walked on water Rob Liefeld did that Levi's commercial, shit was awkward Went to Len's Odds and Ends every Saturday like clockwork To study Erick Larsen and McFarlane, they were monsters Starving pockets, going through cardboard boxes of Dark Horse and Marvel Comics, the art was flawless Warlord Martian goddesses locked in carnal knowledge How they captured the anatomy like that was hard to process High school, I started drawing Wu members Tagged the 'W' on everything and learned to do letters Bubble to spaghetti, anything, I tried to do it Seen a burner piece from Germany, the names were Daim and Loomit Threw a halo on the tag, new felt tip Goons felt it, mostly fools I blew Ls with Dem crews jealous, now I'm the king like "Who's Elvis?" Feelin gassed-up like Dennis with the mask in Blue Velvet But I wasn't shit, one day me and a couple kids Caught red handed doing throw ups at the Trussel bridge Took my cans and my fingerprints like "What the fuck?" $1000 dollar fine hit me like a sucker punch Put the paint on hold, brushed up my writing and I Started flipping samples from wherever I could find 'em Did a couple local battles, got clout Then I got with a sick-ass click and went all out Fast forward now, to think it's so crazy Rap took me round the world, I'm at The Louvre with my old lady I'll keep the memories close, something sacred 'Til it's peace young world, I'll see you in the funny pages and I'm out... It went gold cartridge to purple tape... Patience: I dropped the Power Glove... And saw Neil Young and Pearl Jam, '93 Toronto Ex Before the bottle or the modern problems, hell, the thought of sex Young Patrick had his interests in the fringes My heroes had a different liquid in their syringes Shake Records, pop copped me a tape weekly Frank Black or 'Last Splash', I'd contemplate deeply Sports were foreign more and more I'd grow anomic Predisposed to the emotive and not a sort of product Black Gazelles, dressing like Mike D. 'Check Your Head', my obsessions they might be Something I can't control, my can control was shit A toy with a Montana but I could stand alone and spit Loving parents put me in therapy, was a joke I ate like a parakeet and barely even spoke Accident prone, I happened upon 'Bizarre Ride' 'De La Soul is Dead', and 'Dare Iz A Dark Side' Hairline fracture, scared of my own shadow Rapped along through my vocal ticks to whole albums The mild tourettes made freestyling a breeze Jan's dungeon, instrumentals from Beatminerz and Preme Powell Peralta, Stratocaster, these things had no lasting power Had encounters but it all just turned the static louder Late bloomer, grey shoes wit' a black swoosh Replaced the sketches with text in my black books Discovered 'Funcrusher', scrip SSRIs Audiofix, HHI, kickin' it with barflies (Booked shows, started building) You're aware of the cast of characters (Pussy took the front seat) There're scenarios I'm mad embarrassed from I guess payin' dues started earlier than you would think Folks took me to the music store not to the rink Possessions over the years, man, I'm always losing things Got it the day it came out, still got my tape of 'Cuban Linx' It went gold cartridge to purple tape...
(((Endzone Layers)))
Briefcases 03:32
Hook: I've got some keepsakes to keep safe Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the queen's face Pop the lock and you're staring into deep space Marcellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase? Patience: Gouzenko's documents, I squat at Kent and Somerset Dip into the crowd beside the wreck, pretend to rubber-neck This leather Burberry from Saks is my dummy case The tattered Samsonite on my shoulder is the one that keeps my money safe and other shit Signed Babe Ruth rookie card, the mothership Is tongue-in-cheek to this extensive collection that I'm running with I've got Van Gogh's ear on ice A Jessica Alba sex tape and some disinfectant wipes Strychnine syringe, anthrax and razor blades Twist-ties for wrists when I ransack your vacation space Government plots to doctor the murder rate I've got a cure for cancer, cure for AIDS in my briefcase Some of these items might not seem like they're related and they're not I packed my place in haste in hopes today that none of the neighbours watched Something deranged has stopped my current work in a second It's time to get creative with some of my favourite possessions, check it: Gonna pawn this never-before-seen photo of Robert Johnson And drop this caucus member's daughter I've got for hostage Cut my losses, double-crossed and now I walk with all my Earthly I'll peddle these medals back to fans of Jackie Joyner-Kersee Ditch my housing, wipe my brow with the shroud of Turin Now, is this a 40 or Howard Hughes vial of urine? Shopping cart modern art, and now I'm certain A consumer, innumerable, all my shit is Tyler Durden Hook Bender: Passport with a photo of my human face Assumed identity, customs knows me by a Jewish name Spanish villa, forged the deed, I'm tryin' to clear the deal Black leather driving gloves that never seen a steering wheel Got the papers for a Swiss numbered bank account Boarding pass, Eastern European town you can't pronounce First class but I blend in once I'm seated Kenyan birth certificate, presidential treatment A photo of Barack golfing with some Tamil tigers Micro vial of poison that tastes like Jagermeister mixed with Apple cider, got three feet of piano wire Blacklight to scan the room for DNA and fabric fibres Perfume-scented handwritten love letter from a Persian Flight attendant that purrs when I undress her Heavy sedative that killed its first batch of drug testers Low sodium goulash recipe, I watch my blood pressure Got a key to the room where my suitcase is sitting A newspaper clipping of a doomsday prediction Password to a masquerade: "Roman tunic." Perpetual motion prototype design stolen blueprint Pair of opera glasses with the lenses cut from blood diamonds Phone with no numbers keep the SIM card in my gum lining Carbon-fibre pistol fire seven times in a second Ten digits on a napkin, I memorized the extension
Patience: Born alone, diatribe, orphaned, homeless, itemized Mixed my Five Alive with some cyanide Crawl back in my hole like Bugs Bunny Cash stashed in the mattress, I don't make that much money Just lovely, the smile is a lie Between four walls, behind a door, it's kind of deprived Pretty faces bump uglies with their sinus' on fire Sign of the times, surprised without a violent demise, I mean... There's always lived people like George Zimmerman But murder was always murder, now they're hunting your citizens (More like children) While on the phone with authorities But life's good with a Bud Light, sunburned on the Florida Keys Shit keeps me awake at night The world's electricity harnessed in my room, I pay the piper I sit at my desk and pour Guinnesses Give tax dough to a government they'll only build more prisons with And you're born alone, die a tribe: marginalized Just a number; garden variety I crawl back in my hole like Bugs Bunny The cash is gone from my mattress and I don't make that much money (Hook) Sawbuck: Zeebot: I count the loonies in my pockets getting that Acme anvil Putting in work to earn my worth, I hardly had a handle On all my vices left a curse, I find it hard to manage All of the things pulling apart my brain, feeling all dismantled And when the gears start to break, caught living day by day Scraping change from the eye in the sky Cold reminder we're divided, trying to make it on time We're on fire and can't save the design... It's a first place race to the top But channel zero cut the wire motivated with 'Bot It's all survival, ask Charles, you'll either make it or not It's on time and on vinyl, just wait for the drop Stop tripping and roll, it's not a dragon, why you chasing control? It's all smoke screens blazing and dope fiends paying The price to see freedom, holding these demons Until the lights will start fading, we're supposed to keep breathing Bender: My paper chase is like Wile E. after The Roadrunner I'm no hustler, bad with money like the Koch brothers We all aspire to be couch money gazillionaires Who break bread with upper crust and ransack their silverware We don't have no war to fight, its only TV We suckle from the pig that ate the wolf, this milk is greasy See me wallowin' waist-high in my feces Watching the revolution getting filmed against the green screen My whole species livin' off a fortune stolen 'Fore you know it karma boomerangs The veil gets torn wide open, that's why my door is bolted Feelin agoraphobic, staring out my window while the storm approaches like a swarm of locusts Of course it hopeless, the banks who make the Earth revolve Are playin a game that we could never stand for like Murderball Vision is 20/20 I can see the future Got a vision of 2020 I can't see my future
Patience: A little birdie told me, "Sever ties" - then it died Brain stem electrified, rest my mind Backbone like cast stone, nevermind Jumping buffalo, let it fly, bent my spine I'm in a galaxy of collapsing stars Falling dominoes in a synaptic charge Let me trust someone I treat my every scar like a motherfucking dust cover High tech, low-life No wife no kids, and rife with psychosis I'm blind and I like dope things The sordid type, with cold pints that the night gon' bring But groundhog day gon' follow Now I'm in the throws of an age-old problem Déjà vu, we take home bottles The cult with more quartz than Seiko watches Hook: So these are my friends? A-alike, b-alike, deep as it gets x3 So this is the end? Hell nah, son, we 'bout to do it again Bender: Stigmata from a twist bottle All I see is thick models, looking through these piss goggles Fish taco and a rib combo Caveman your missus to the whip, hit the crib pronto This is it, papo, we gettin toe' up Riding shotgun with my lawyer doin' donuts Wake up with a horse head Plus the ESC printed backwards on my forehead All my friends were born dead, cold war vets We're all ulcers in the belly of the beast All my friends got their ladels in the cauldren Black out 'til noon then hit the telly with a freak In her belly gettin' deep it ain't healthy but it help me with My sleep get it in 'til my celly gets a beep then its peace I aint sayin that the miserys unique Come and meet me at the spot and watch history repeat Hook
Bender: I'm up here playin with alchemy turnin water to gold While I'm pissin offa the balcony on passerbys down below Still on shoreleave spillin' 40s of swill my rites of passage Feeling lost as the minotaur outside the labyrinth Lost our child like innocence the ultraviolence festering... Walked for miles in regiments of Monster Island denizens to Cross the alps with elephants and crocodiles and pelicans So pray and kiss your babies if that's your domicile we're steppin in Clutch the sig by its muzzle Flush the pig from the jungle Now something bigger is coming it just got triggered to hunt you Seen a ghost dropped a microdot up on the eastern slope Askin whats a king to a god? What's a lumberjack to a tree of smoke? Lightly put my livelihood is firewood for the higher good So I write the book you'll never read Guess there's no reason why you would But one day they're gonna dig us up to find out what made us tick So I'll spill my guts like I give a fuck and hope that it makes them sick It goes: bones for the vultures, Salem witches for the pious Souls for brimstone and sulphur, captive Christians for the lions It goes: bones for the vultures, Salem witches for the pious Souls for brimstone and sulphur, captive Christians for the lions It goes: bones for the vultures, Salem witches for the pious souls for brimstone and sulphur, captive Christians for the lions One day they're gonna dig us up to find out what made us tick Made us tick, made us tick, made us, what made us...
Patience: Sharon got knocked up tried to hide it from her parents Put off the procedure, because, see she was embarrassed Pleaded “Doctor, help me!” at 8 months it isn’t worth it But baby Molly’s healthy, Sharon died there in the stirrups Bender: Now, Oxford was a slick talker, slippery as an eel Watches in his trench coat, he'll give your ass a deal Liked to play with shiny things he stole some shiny wheels Then the owner pulled a shiny thing and spilled his final meal P: Blaine was quite vain for his age, very matter-fact Even had a job sweeping shop for the haberdasher Wanted the perfect tan on his boat in the river When they pulled him out the water, said: “This is one crispy critter.” B: June and Jim went camping, got lost in the forest Heard a howl in the wind and wandered off with no torches Climbed into a cave when they were drawn in by the warmth and Now the wolf is sleeping fatter than a hog, here's the chorus Hook B: I've had to bury some imaginary friends P: When all is said and done it doesn't matter they're pretend B: So I'm spilling out my snifter every January 10th P: Just to let ‘em know that I was right there at the very end B: Edmund had a pen-pal, Delilah Rocher Sent her a proposal with a lilac bouquet By the time it got there she was lying in a cold grave And he waited for her answer till he died of old age P: Randall was a handful, always walked to school with wet hair Mom said: “You’ll catch a death of cold before you get there!” But he was smiling at his desk, when the teacher called his name… Matthew played with matches and that school went up in flames B: Klaus went spelunking down into a live volcano P: Sam got salmonella from some old expired mayo B: Magnus accidentally drank a half pint of Drain-o P: Betsy flew her kite into an F5 tornado B: Peter went missing on a cold Christmas Eve Discovered next winter when they had the chimney cleaned P: Claire took the dare and trick-or-treated the Connor house Now her bones are in their garden and the story lives on, I’m out… Hook
(Hook) Bender: To James Joyce's bones and the ghost of Langston Hughes Whose poems rang of truth and to those who sang the blues To those who showed their fangs but never broke the bank in two 'Cause the lowest hanging fruit was never enough, it's never enough To old Dylan Thomas and the ghost of Langston Hughes Whose poems rang of truth and to those who sang the blues To those who showed their fangs but never broke the bank in two Or picked the lowest hanging fruit to quench all those who drank its juice Patience: Wake up. Vacuum the floor, watch the door, reorganize your records Scan for pretension in your text, cancel breakfast Drink something fortified instead, it's damn incentive To land in bed with a handled checklist, you ran the sentence like a spike Your run-ons are such nonsense Wash your hands and dangle your phalanges 'til they're dry Now a drunk hostage of what options? You want to make 'em synthesize, to live or die? There isn't time, it's dignified A witness lies, or skims to find some sort of thing inside That feeds their narcissism written within, it isn't worth it This isn't bullshit, though, it's something, right? It counts? Akira confidence, the fear of consequence just mounts Just put it out there, the masters all knew what they were doing And trust me, nothing you write is hackneyed like Dave McEwen That's the practice, some homework for your audience Your batting average is more nonsense, and you lob it in Best friend, worst enemy, eventually one in the... Same it might come from the... Basic run of the... Millions of millions of neurons to which you're subject Publishers want the 'moving parts', they want to 'touch base' Word to God, you're a fraud, they've heard it all Burn the crops, it's curtain call, learn to crawl, etc. A practical joke, your back's to the ropes, you can't even cope The matter is toast, you had to just coast along, the wrong competitor Turn it off, you were lost, Who's The Boss? came on, your dog ate Cue the nonchalance, they're all tasteless But the fact remains, you've cashed the cheque And if that editor rears his ugly head around here, you're gonna snap his neck Yeah, the fact remains you've spent the dough And if the bill collectors fill your head with dread you're gonna send him home head first Essentially, friend to me, you've blown your deadline And now you never leave your home, it's bedtime Best idea strikes the second your head hits the down Pull a Mitch Hedberg instead, listen now: 24-hours, not a word, you fill in your cage Quite nicely, Rome was built in a day Goodnight. Hook
Hook: It's crazy how the days just disappear Wasted sipping beer, same shit, different year Patience: Perhaps, exposure therapy Dean's list, three kids, sober clarity Pressure to a nosebleed, pulmonary leaks Some sorta concerted effort... It's crazy how the days just blend together Never better, livin' triple X or seventh letter Depressed, whatever; the good shit for granted 'til a memory In a roundabout way, you killed my enemies And if you could go back in time and do it different You would find the intuition save yourself some major heartache But if I had to I would gladly be a statue Come alive only to catch you all over, and baby carpe And in an instance, meet your eyes to feel a splitting in my sides And spill my baboon heart... No time wasted, s'not invested till yet And I would never regret two starts to that same day Hook Bender: Yeah yeah, now I watch the paint chip in this chair While I'm sitting here trying to get it all crystal clear Am I lost trying to steer through the fog? Who the hell are we foolin' givin' cheers to our spirits and our health? Now how'd I get this grey tinge in my beard? Something's missin' here could these be the days that we feared? Feelin caught in the gears of the clock, need help Double-fisting in the mirror, giving cheers to myself Sometimes it's like the pain gets so severe My brain just interferes with what I'm trying to figure out But you can see my face shift when you're near When you not around cant get this little sneer off my mouth And hey miss, did ya' hear? I may slip, but my dear I cant do it by myself And in the past i may have been insincere But there ain't nobody else who'd make me wanna work it out, it's crazy Hook
(((Now my anger is back in me.)))


High Priests of Low-Life is the third full-length album by Canadian hip-hop group Flight Distance and the fourth greatest thing to ever happen to you.


released November 15, 2014

Written, performed and arranged by Bender and Patience (SOCAN/ASCAP). flightdistance.net
Except guest verses: written and performed by each credited artist, respectively.

Additional instrumentation and production by James Hancock.
Mixed by James Hancock (Kanata, ON). soundcloud.com/jamesrhancock

Scratches performed by Calkuta.
Except "Looneys": scratches performed by DJ So Nice.

Recorded by DJ So Nice (Hassan Hamdan) at Busy Studios (Gatineau, QC). bucknnice.com

Mastered by The Quarter Inch Kings (Toronto, ON). thequarterinchkings.com

Cover art and layout by Christian Awad (Ottawa, ON). christianawad.tumblr.com

Manufactured by Standard Media (Ottawa, ON) standardmedia.ca

Made in Canada, 2014.

Flight Distance gratefully acknowledges the financial support of the City of Ottawa.

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