Soft Copy

by Naaki Soul

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03:38
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03:02
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04:02
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02:35
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02:23
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06:21

credits

released July 7, 2017

Soft Copy is the musical documentation of a very significant learning curve in my life. It's hard to thank anyone for an artistic statement so personal, shout out to Taari Meiners, who put up with listening to every single draft I ever sent him despite him not being particularly interested in music to begin with. Shout out to everyone who helped me record this album and bring my ideas to life because I lived in a shitty little concrete apartment in Beijing with nothing but a guitar and a laptop while making it. Now to throw an apology at my school's music department for taking advantage of all the equipment there and stealing stuff to use in my music.

This album was an enjoyable piece of work to make, I hope it's enjoyable to listen to as well.

PERSONNEL:

Everything written and produced by me (I’m Anika) except for track 6 and track 9. I also sung on just about everything, cover art by me as well.

Like I said, a shit load of people helped so a huge thanks to them.

Rohan Cordes - acoustic guitar (track 5), bass guitar (tracks 2, 3, 5, and 9), electric guitar (tracks 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, and 9), melodica (on track 10)
Ciarán Galati - electric guitar (tracks 3, 6, and 10)
Ruurd Groeneveld - bass guitar (track 10), piano (track 10), vocals (tracks 7 and 8)
Todd Jordan - drums (tracks 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, and 10), vocals (track 9)
Beau Kayim - bass guitar (track 1)
Blaise Morris - violin (track 10)
Daniel Pappa - production (tracks 6 and 9)
Jerry Shan - drums (track 2)
Anika Zhang - acoustic guitar (track 4), bass guitar (track 4), drums (track 4), electric guitar (tracks 2, 4, 6, 8), synthesisers/sampling (tracks 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10), piano (track 10)

Everything recorded in between November 2016 and May 2017.

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Track Name: Brainchild
Places growing up
Faces staring down
Paces taking small steps
Into next years fears

Moon landings juxtapose with all our plans and
I can't understand the extent of you

These precautions are taxing
Return to your seats it's only a drill

Attention, attention I'm a failed invention
Useless retention, downwards ascension

Don't have any fucking friends (no one cares)
When I scraped my knees on the bitumen
(They said) Ching chong China doll go back to your country

So I moved to a big city where
Everyone's a journalist
Everyone is smoking cigarettes
Everyone is wearing designer brands
Everyone is taking pictures of it
Taking pictures of the accidents

Is this it? The product of generation [***]
'Cause I'm scared, hold my hand take my non-prescription meds
I'm shaking, I'm anxious, I don't know why we're here
I'm swimming in my floor, what is all of this for

Keep me up sleeping in panel stores
This drink hurts my head I don't want anymore
My temples are beating, and I can't think straight
I should be getting home, 'cause it's really late
Track Name: I Don't Love You Like Most People Do
Don’t you try to push me
I think I’m stronger than you'll ever be
There’s something wrong with you
But there’s also something wrong with me
The only comfort that I find
Is in denying our own fallacies
異常な愛
But I don’t mind

‘Cause I don’t love you like most people do
Modern charisma makes me sick
We’re so past doing hat tricks
And I don’t love you like most people will
I don’t care if it’s an affectation
I love you more than all these ill sensations

I don’t love you like most people do
I don’t love you like most people do

Your rapture never fails to entertain
Liberate me from the mundane
Don’t try to fight your vices
These cravings run inside your veins
異常な愛
But I don’t mind

‘Cause I don’t love you like most people do
Modern charisma makes me sick
We’re so past doing hat tricks
And I don’t love you like most people will
I don’t care if it’s an affectation
I love you more than all these ill sensations

I don’t love you like most people do
I don’t love you like most people do

I don’t love you like most people do (x4)

I don’t love you (x8)
Track Name: Super/Copy
Ten million of me and only one of you
Disposable reusable and good as new
Glass breaks when it hits the ground
But I just get up and I shrug and frown

Rubber girls bend from all the corner store wine
The way I live is so lush and divine
You can’t name a feeling that we haven’t cured
Not in Neo-Sensual 18,024

Take me to the copy shop
We’ll have some fun and we’ll never stop
Someone would be sending you threatening faxes
But that doesn’t exist in the year of our lord

Save yourself at the copy shop
You can change it all as long as it’s soft
There’s a phone call waiting for you at 11 o’clock
And if you miss it, no one will love you, so you better not
Track Name: Ectopy
You're the operator
Puncturing my tender skin
Be gentle, be kind
For the cartilage you tread on is mine

The warmth of the womb is gone
And I can not return
At the bottom of the sea, it's cold
But the growth from these incisions nurture me

You’re my cruel salvation
Come on now, get close to me
Hone your jaws until they’re dull
I will be your grinding stone

And you grow (Is there light)
And you grow (In the abyss)
And you grow (Will you see it)
And you grow (If I do this)

And you grow (Will my voice echo)
And you grow (Beyond event horizons)
And you grow (And if you should hear me)
And you grow and seize my vitals and I welcome you (Will you let go)
Track Name: Abstain
You need this more than me
Desire agent
Are you vacant
Track Name: Pleasure Manual
To look within your bare intentions
To scrape away the skin that’s wrapped around your soul
You will push me into the box that killed the cat
Cause you got a broken Midas touch and I got that pleasure manual
Cause you don’t know how it works but it’s okay I got that pleasure manual

To come to terms with insufficiency
To place the bad thoughts in an order that is just
You will starve your heart to feed your brain
Little troubled self don’t give yourself an arbitrary case of blues
You might not think it but there’s always someone thinking about you
Track Name: Tomorrow My Roots Will Grow
The root to all your unease is dying of a chronic disease
Your doctor says a month is all there is but you’ve got nothing to say anyway
The root to all your distress is putting on a dress that you wish you didn’t own because it’s covered in second hand mess
The root to all your pain is making plans and standing people up because the clouds thickened above your head and it came

And went away
Inside your head reliving all the terrors of your yesterdays
I heard you say
There’s nothing that can substitute the absence of dismay

I'm stepping over gutters and wondering where the water goes when I spill it all and watch you sweep the pieces to the side
And they fall across the road, and make the overhead construction look like a practical joke
They speak in worker's jargon elbowing each other's bellies, and we gaze and wish that all of it could rest on the concrete

The root to all your flaws is merely existing at all
Lamenting all the fuck-ups that compliment you
The root to all your woe flows from head to toe and the things you’ve done become yourself and watch your nasty reflection grow
The root to all your love was given in the form of private parts and finger tips and your sincerest lips

I'm stepping over gutters and wondering where the water goes when I spill it all and watch you sweep the pieces to the side
And they fall across the road, and make the overhead construction look like a practical joke
They speak in worker's jargon elbowing each other's bellies, and we gaze and wish that all of it could rest on the concrete

I pressed a conch against my ear
I stretched my being just to hear

The sound of cranes and big machines
Projecting miles away from here

The epicentre is where I sleep
Empty heads play hide and see

And I want to be more like them
And watch my paranoia sink

Into the ground
Into the earth
And my roots will grow
Even if it’s slow

Tomorrow my roots will grow x (8)
Track Name: Abstain pt.2
You need this more than me
Angel speak
Soft technique

But you
You can be replaced

And I
Will not play host to you
Host to you

And I
I can outrun you
Outrun you

And you’ll be a million miles under the sea
Away from existence and far from me

And you will not be here to see all the stars as they swallow each other
And you will not be here to watch them with me

And all the creations that choked on your winter
They will feed the next earth they will find one another

And you will learn the difference between love and lust
As planets and systems shatter into dust

And this pain it isn't mine
There's a flaw in your design