I found a live performance of oso on Vimeo that was not mixed http://vimeo.com/8268649. The song is from 5:16 - 9:28
Being one of my favorite songs, I downloaded the audio and remixed it in Apple Logic 9.
Hear the difference: https://s3.amazonaws.com/oso_music/Uneasy_Truce_This_Family_Brings.mp3
Recorded by Echo Curio Staff, CA
Song Lyrics by Oso - Uneasy Truce This Family Brings
http://thebandoso.com
doubt is some incredible move. leaves you stunned on doorsteps and unfamiliar rooms, where do we come from and what do we do, eat the mangos from your womb. for my lovers and friends who are no longer here, justify the ways we used to steal. breathe these lake erie cadmium breezes, the bird flu degrees some sympathy please, for people stranded on gulfport roofs. empty words sting these crowded rooms. spike these trees don't save your receipts, truth in this world, siphon gasoline, power outages on candle lit streets, uneasy truce this family brings. do what you say and say what you mean, like this time interweaved, sometimes our lives go these separate ways, collect like the silt in a stream. feel the current deep beneath, break the lock, lose the key, come back at three awaken me, live yourself reckless and live yourself free.
inhale the paint we nearly fainted, the water tainted, the pictures faded. i was strafed by bb's on grand traverse street, in the shadows we rest like the geese in those v's in the skies oh please, the fleas in my bed, feel battery acid tears, veer conversations from things we from things we fear, things we regret, we'll wait till the end… london milan, paris, dakar, nighttime journey through senegal, pass the skeletal remains of cars, don't panic too soon, stay where you are. give checkpoint soldiers my ball point pens, proceed proceed, no need to grieve, all the things buried deep beneath. what do you know and what do you care, starts with a shutter and ends with a care, sometimes you're not sure where to go, they haul out the forests by the truckload. lay down your laws on dusty homesteads, compound goats tied on tops of vans, in midst of calamity do what we can, lonesome tunnel hum these strong arm drones. I had a dream we were on the phone, sound of b-3 leave yourself open and jump a bridge in muncie, eat the hayseed mana, this OPEC stained air in indiana.