A Proxy Of Noise

by The Unit Breed

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  • This is a 28pg hardbound art book with twelve prints of Joseph Demaree's surreal artwork and lyrics / poems of songs from Joseph's band The Unit Breed, created in 1999. This is The Unit Breeds 2nd album and most elaborate. The book has an adult / children book feel and comes with a fold out print and The Unit Breed - A Proxy Of Noise CD. The CD contains fourteen punk, alternative, indie, art rock styled, songs that buzz, saw and jar the surrealist within.

    500 copies were originally printed. The Unit Breed played out and toured from 1998 - 2010 with many different members, sounds, albums and costume changes. Joseph Demaree is still painting, writing, playing, creating, recording and releasing an ever growing, unique style of art works.

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This Album was originally released as a 9"x9" hardbound Art book with CD of 500 copies made. The book contains 14 prints of Joseph Demaree's Surreal paintings from 1999. The physical album has an adult, children's book quality with artwork and song lyrics / poetry, intermingled to illustrate a visual expression of the albums sound.


released December 25, 1999

Joseph Demaree - Vocals, Guitar, Drums, Songwriting, Recording, Artwork
Jenn Wheeler - Bass, Clarinet, Vocals,
Rick Silvestri - Guitar on tracks 3,7,8,13,14
Alan Kasameyer - Keyboards on 3,7

Recorded at Nothing Enterprises
Mastered at Bridget Sound

Nothing Enterprises


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1/29/20 - SF CA / Brick & Mortar Music Hall / 8pm / 18+ / $12
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Track Name: Silence Blooming
Like a shell it carries the sea
gentle foam washing to shore
mysteries of the deep
subtle hum
breaking up a mesmerizing beauty
incapacitating radar
building seasons
touch controlling
silence blooming
in a slow dance

Feel the tempo in vertigo
the elements reminiscing
"Well I've never"
mutters the feedback
he's in the same booth
as the goddess who bought my ticket
faith's ignorance of noise is charming
abounding growth so rudely interrupted
there's no hiding from that snooty voice
a million eyes
would like to punch a hole right through you
but that static
riding high on its own purpose of being
reflecting laser eyes
with a critic's cynicism
Track Name: A Childhood Celibration
What's that in the distance across the dark sea
taking away these memories
a quick focus on childhood again
when these heavy eyes rest on painted wood
what great construction

Father you've done such a good job enclosing space
it keeps the objects of personal history
individual story
with each drawer there lies a library
inanimate shapes react in hand like video
bad reception fix the tracking
oh there she is with the bees ~ dazed in confinement
a familiar buzz of honey, soothing the throat, or restricting?

My grasp on allergies are minuscule so I creep in boldly
scribbling dynamic intensions with ink
I can feel the lumps around my eyes asking for clarification
receiving the sweet open wounds of lust

I feel my childhood boxed up again
an adolescence put to an end
I feel the end, I feel the beginning of having existed
now I'm worn like an old hat heading for the other side
please let me pass, or pass me on
Track Name: Watching Time With The Insides
Rebuilding by the memories
a pace closer to repair
white faces suck into the wall
while the tide of ignorance copulating with the residence
moves in

Dial light the fire

Crackle of white noise keeps the insides warm
mute of emotion
flashback frames the moment
and the starting has begun again

Loose cannon try a gun
because it's never enough with the tongue

Track Name: Gone South
Do you remember the first step?
talent gone south for the winter
to be mocked
no community value
no willingness to undress the community
still clinging to rags, still chasing catastrophes
and that's why I'm going nowhere

Walked out the other day
another five years just the same
found another theory
recycled forgotten tragedies
not one of the processed fashion skin
taste in produce is thin
no drag from the factories
I've never owned a tie
pacifistic memorabilia of our last sunrise
everything given was taken
now I'm taking it south
look no clarity
ship wrecked with no ingenuity
no clarity?
Ship wrecked with recycled memories
twilight kicks me and dusk replays the stories
Track Name: Dissect To Emulate
Learning the lines
stiff limitations from
onlooking puzzle men

Where are the corners and borders
dissect to emulate
imitation is the first step
to degenerating ideas
this straight and narrow consists of two points
no receding elements
your understanding understates ideals
tentative plans for progression
excited boys and girls?
your fan favorites are coming

The course of watching time
drives itself slow
and what are we watching
but self control
Track Name: Everyday Critique
Pusher, thought giver, questioning belief
Hallelujah, praise the mind, I'm at peace
so happy, relaxed, bright faces in the air
sore hand, disregard the tax, we're making beds tonight

Twilight, moonlight

Now i'm lying here helpless
a chill that can cut you down to size
rooftop and me
showing off to the empty
night sky

Smog hiding the sparkling lights I've sat under mesmerized
Track Name: The Teaching Of Our Venus
Let's play and get played
just another one other
walking in the cracks of the fuss
deepest memories come up every winter
asking whose bed tonight
with black rings and sunken in reflections
from others gone by
machine must've skipped a call
I've been waiting all day long for answers
still you bite me
sharing selves with the past
another night than tonight
growing inside
cupping hands to fill your problems
gently without question
playing and getting played
fool or joker, amuse the royalty
make light out of your depression
ancient history put a hex on you
through human hands we found fertility
disclosed directions to that sacred box of life
leading stimulation to water
fighting upstream
dampening sensation
against the contraceptives
Track Name: Fractured Atom
Sometimes I share the past with myself
and sometimes I remember key moments of controlled time
living with defined definitions
set opinions
something I've lost
and don't carry strong statements anymore
and I have nothing to die for

I left the door ajar
can't you see the ideas falling
if I've ever been lost it's now
growing to this point
and now falling apart
stubborn kid you left me

I seem to be thrashing
angered at the little things
childhood was just the other day
and I'm laughing at everything again
spooning with the empty
Track Name: The Night (Vision Of Today's Epiphany)
The time goes
replaying time
light up a room
falling heavy

And here comes the night
the end of dawn
light up a safe light
in the rooms we use
it helps to play God
contrast illuminance
corners carry meaning
swallowing clarity

Imagination sing song
frozen under layers again
shapes to free form

Good night
Track Name: Immortal Martyr (Process Of Meat)
Make me something
to fix this cooked line
one point to the next
and in between, infinity
directions push me, along the path
the crooked path

Making statues out of mud
to friends a friend
found building
enemies none
from this side

Looked down on myself again
shell of the living
immortal martyr
reviewing opinions to die for
sacrifice belief
and in this hand I hold a weapon
fierce as a gun
twisting sounds to fit between the line
I am the next incoherent responsibility
the no one
Track Name: Until Next Time (Sound In Exile)
Operating in stereo
with a short to the right side
off balance, perplexed
through open doors I've swung before
and this community's so full of regret it's bringing life down
sleepless nights, I've slept for 18 hours
back and forth through corner stores
keeping this bladder in conversation

I'm feeling the change ~ I'm feeling the give up

Run down
showing nowhere it's reflection
so I've been beaten
and your heroes running fire through hoops again
off balance, perplexed, dropping sentences moving dialect
"Let me see you smile, squint your eyes, now take a deep breath. Well good luck kid"

Good-bye for now
until next time
Track Name: The End Of The World
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
Track Name: In The Living
It looks like you beat me to the other side
the younger the more tragic
and all the rest in varying proportions
I hope you've found something in the afterlife
wouldn't it be nice
to have all the answers tonight

I've been so close to visiting you
I guess you're going to get a head start
on learning everything

Remembering the ups and downs of conversation
wrapped up in living fury

And I'm not so sure if death frightens me
I try and keep my distance

These funerals of the enlightened
always make my skin crawl
I hope you don't mind my absence

So in this presence of mortality
I sing to all my dying friends

"Can't wait to visit you in the future"

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