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I, Charles Hoffman, fully support paying $0 for music downloads. Enter a buck or two or five if you're feeling generous and want to show some appreciation, but if it means the difference between you listening to my stuff or not listening to my stuff, I'd rather have you listening. Thanks.

Compilation of unreleased or ungathered material. Creative housecleaning.

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released 17 June 2010
Chuck Hoffman: just about everything

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tags: experimental waterloo bedroom pop doom indie industrial lo-fi noise songwriter synth-pop Des Moines

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The Centipede Farm began as a name for Chuck Hoffman's music blog and a label-name to put on his own self-released material. It grew into this little cassette-and-net-label dealing in a variety of musical styles, most of them noisy, lo-fi, experimental, homemade, or outsiderish in some sense. ... more

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Track Name: Dancing With The Dust Devil
I want to have someplace that I can call my own
I want to have friends but I want to be alone
I want to be someone that I can call myself
I'd rather not ever have to answer the phone
I want to go places that I have to go
I want to have something in my hand to throw
But I wake up every morning to the same old stupid chore
I'd rather just stay there in my bed and snore

Standing in a whirlwind
Or fall down if i feel
I like it in the center here
It's where it's most surreal
I know what I should do
Keep away from you
But I keep chasing after
As if any of this was true

Insubstantial air
Whipping through my hair
'Cause movement feels so much more real
Than just sitting there
Insubstantial air
Whipping through my hair

I want to go places that I have to go
I want to have something in my hand to throw
But I wake up every morning to the same old stupid chore
I'd rather just stay there in my bed and snore
I want to do something that someone's gonna see
I want to get in trouble but I still want to be free
I want to give a damn but I don't want to have to care
And when you're pointing fingers I don't want to be there

Standing in a whirlwind
Or fall down if i feel
I like it in the center here
It's where it's most surreal
I know what I should do
Keep away from you
But I keep chasing after
As if any of this was true
I know what I should do
Keep away from you
But I keep chasing after
As if any of this was true
Standing in a whirlwind
Falling down
I like it in the center...

And I don't want to live your kind of life anymore
A windless world which whithers whims ain't nothing but a bore
And I don't see no reason not to just have my fun
I don't care, I don't have to, I'm too young
And you're not even real anyway
Track Name: Missing
Muted TV don't pay attention
Lights out on ideas that ain't worth a mention
Done with throwing shit at the wall and missing
A faded sonic recollection
Lock the door leading to that section
Of reaching for some old emotion and missing

Back then I could make connections
Searching my soul and fighting my body
Punching at meat I'm made of meat and missing
Denied that I need any more
Than the boulder rolled before the door
And don't send a party if I'm wandered off and missing
Track Name: Eternal September
Was supposed to be in a marching band
Couldn't find a ride to the game
Tried to have them ol' walkin' blues
Turned out that my blues are lame
I locked myself in the chemistry lab
With the oven and the acetone
I crashed your party and scared off your guests
Just so I could be alone

It was eternal September
And I was new at it all
I didn't know any better
I didn't know any worse

Prescription written on a tombstone pad
By a doctor working out of a van
You were a cannonball coming at me
I had a raygun in my hand

It was eternal September
And I was new at it all
I didn't know any better
How was I to know I was doing it wrong
How was I to know I was doing it wrong
How was I to know I was doing it wrong

You scared me so that I tried to hide out
Anywhere I could pretend I was dead
Pawned my TV for a ticket back home
But it couldn't get me away from my head

It was eternal September
And I was new at it all
I didn't know any better
I couldn't do any worse I guess
Track Name: You (Song) (acoustic)
Ceremonies with good luck toasts
Ancient rituals in basements full of ghosts
Orbits elliptical and eccentric
Recognitions and exaggerations
A man should be evenly round like the sun
Simple logic under pressure of fusion
It was all I could do to keep talking in those circles
Feeling all square until there was you

I look to you
What else would I do
Closest thing to perfect you know I know you know I know oh no
Fatalistic expectations all blown

A long time ago in a dirty old hole
In an above ground box full of bleached out souls
In self-immolating creatures of dust and smoke
Inconsequential and dry to the last drop
Throwing bottles at the passing cars
Burning ourselves to get armored by scars
I kept dreaming of a sleeping angel
Hadn't recognized it as you

I look to you
What else would I do
Bitter fun gave way to something sweet
Broken things got fixed up all complete
Track Name: Noah vs. The Dinosaurs
The molding of young minds
Don't let 'em get to thinking they can mold themselves
We can't use that kind
As raw materials in these edutisement schemes
Science is an exact science
Theory is gospel truth
Everything is already known by someone
So you don't need the curiosity of youth
And you'll never know in a million years
You'll never know in a million years
What's known about the last million years
Swept beneath the waves of time you'll be
Because Noah didn't have no room for the dinosaurs
What if it's true? What if it's true?
I believe in everything

The saving of young souls
Lest the world get to thinking it could save itself
The wisdom of ages is really old
Don't contradict your elders, sonny boy
The spreading rust on Occam's razor
These stories are gospel truth
There's someone who already knows everything
So you get to keep the innocence of youth
There hasn't been a million years
There hasn't been a million years
You'll know millions and millions of years
Swept beneath the waves of time you'll be
Because Noah didn't have no room for the dinosaurs
What if it's true? What if it's true?
I only believe in everything

The object is immovable
The force has delusions of irresistability
So it never gives up pushing
The process generates a lot of useless heat
Increasing the entropy of the system
Until the whole thing threatens to disintegrate into plasma
Because Noah didn't have no room for the dinosaurs
If nothing is true, nothing is true
Why believe in anything?
Track Name: Bullshit Blues
I trudge away
Dread each day
Want this over
And gone away
I'm embarrassed
Of all I've done
Too uptight
To have any damn fun
Yeah I don't got a reason I don't need a reason to get pissed
Because I got it
The bullshit blues

I get defensive
At no attack
Don't care to get up
Flat on my back
All of my words
Will come out wrong
I even hate the ones
I wrote for this song
And I don't got a reason I don't need a reason to feel like shit
Because I got it
The bullshit blues

I'm always tired
I don't do shit
Too apathetic
To throw a fit
Nothing's worth doing
Nothing to gain
Nothing I enjoy
Nothing but pain
And all this aggravation is a botheration on my soul
I got it
The bullshit blues

Each day's a prison
Each day is fake
Just obligations
Just parts I play
I hate my friends
I hate you too
Everything hates me
I hate me too
And all I want to do is crawl away and disappear in a hole
They fuckin got me
The bullshit blues
Track Name: Hell Is Flooded II
Forgotten knights on midnight trains colliding with teenage apocrypha
Ghosts of drowned industrialists haunting their old vacation homes
You were expecting altars in flames
You find it cold dark damp and quiet
Because the Styx has spilled its banks

If Hell is flooded, it's not my problem now
A little corroded, I could muddle through somehow
But I'm a lost soul, and abandoned fifth-wheel rusting on an off-ramp
And it's hopeless, another chance is no good with nowhere to take it

The burning couches and TV sets are all extinguished
The spray-paint fumes have floated away
I sit on a cinder block, the ceiling is all stained brown from the rain
And the radio says it time to go
Because the Styx has spilled its banks

If Hell is flooded, it's not my problem now
A little corroded, I could muddle through somehow
But I'm a lost soul, and stray dog sleeping beneath a railroad track
And I'm homeless, another chance is no good with nowhere to take it
I've got nowhere to go
Track Name: Fatal Victim
Out on a highway
Middle of the night
Undo the belt
Cut the lights
Let go the wheel
Pedal to the floor
Until something stops you
(?) no more