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The third album in the "eras" series, the sequel to "r", and the prequel to "s". This album was made only with vocals.

This album is unlistenable garbage. Don't listen to it. Seriously. You're not gonna like it. You won't even be able to pretend to like it. Listen to something you know you like instead.

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released January 21, 2016

The "E" Man - vocals, phone, crying, screaming, clapping, hyperventilating

Mysterious woman - vocals on tracks 4-6

Henry Knollenberg - vocals on tracks 4-5

Newt Grundy - vocals on tracks 4-5

Adnan Omeragic - vocals on track 4

Jonah Thompson - vocals on track 3

Nat Bennett - vocals on track 6

All music written by T. A. Babcock, except track 3, which is traditional.

All music performed and produced by T. A. Babcock.

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Erases Eraser Des Moines, Iowa

Hi, I'm Tanner. I'm a glitchadelic, post-microwave, and toasterwave artist. I used to be in Culture Chester, now I'm in Tantrum Throwers.

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Track Name: What
Shut the fuck up.
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow
Everywhere that mary went, mary went, mary went
Everywhere that mary went, the lamb was sure to go

This album is garbage already.
You're not even listening to this album, are you?
You've probably stumbled on this on the internet somewhere.
Or maybe a wasted tranny gave you a green CD.
Or maybe an old friend you don't know very well showed it to you.
Well you can turn it off if you want.
You're not gonna offend anyone.
This album doesn't mean anything.
It never did, and it never will.
No one's gonna listen to this entire album for any reason.
It will fade into obscurity and be forgotten, like every other album that wasn't sponsored by the music industry.
But that's okay.
Because the wasted tranny that made it doesn't expect compensation.
He doesn't expect attention.
She doesn't expect validation.
It's simply content just to listen to its own thoughts.
You don't have to be content to listen to its thoughts.
Its thoughts are pretty disturbing.
This is the kind of album that begs you to stop listening.
The kind of album that doesn't care what people think of it.
The people that are important to the wasted tranny know what it's for.
If you're not one of them, you've probably already clicked away, to some other trivial scrap of internet garbage.
"That's enough of that", you'll say to yourself.
"That music gives me a headache."
Or if you've tricked yourself into thinking you're a good person, or if you're in a social situation where it would be rude not to, you'll tell the tranny that it's "interesting" or "strange", in a feeble attempt to lift his spirits.
But you don't owe the tranny anything.
The tranny and her creation are content to simply exist.

Tanner left his Goldfish. It's not even opened.
Track Name: Who
I want my mommy!!!!
Track Name: When
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Oh please don't take my sunshine away

Hey Tanner. It's Kara. How are you doing? I am doing pretty good.
I'm gonna go see some waterfalls either tomorrow or Monday.
And that makes me really happy, cause waterfalls are pretty.
I really like waterfalls.
And then after that, I'm gonna camp out in my tent.
And I really like doing that, cause my tent is cool.
And I'm so excited to see waterfalls.
I'm so excited to travel.
I am happy.
Alright, bye.

Hey Tanner. I was just calling to remind you that you're a really fucking special person. And you're very strong and you're very brave and you should never doubt how much you're worth, because you're worth so much. And that's true. And I hope that you believe in yourself the way I believe in you.

You're so fucking cute. You are so cute. You're such a fucking cute boy. God damn it.
Fuck.
Shit.
Track Name: Where
Hey. I was just double-checking to see if you and David and Adnan are coming tomorrow at 4? If so, that's cool, you guys can come, but if not, just let me know.
Track Name: Why
Why am I alive? Why am I ignored? Can I be in love with two women at the same time? If everything is in opposition with itself, can you really divide infinity into two things? Where's the bathroom? Who's smoking weed? When do I feel something other than hate and disgust? Can we project love onto things we can't even touch? Why did everyone lie to me about this? Why doesn't any of this matter? Why am I a facade that's allowed to exist? Will anyone remember this recording? Will anyone notice this? Why do adorably psychotic narcissists get to have punch and fuck dolls? Why are idiots burdened with feelings? What can I? What can I do? How can I what about how I do and think? Think I can feel about where I think and do? What's twenty-three skidoo? Who am I? Who do I belong with? You're not even listening to this are you? Who can I possibly loathe more than myself? How is this still happening? How am I going to die? Why can't I just fucking die already? Why am I still fucking sick of myself? When is this going to end already? What makes a person fall in love with insane people? Why do I love people more than I love myself? Why aren't there more episodes of Community? What is it about me that attracts the schizophrenic and the synesthetic? When am I going to be understood and validated already? Doesn't everyone know how amazing and talented I am? Why am I so worthless? Why am I so amazing? Why am I obsessed with myself? Can't I exist in contentment for two seconds? Can't I stop criticizing every motion I make? What am I? What's that smell? Who's here? Who do these voices in my head belong to? Why do I put so much time and effort into things that don't matter? Where's the bathroom? Huh? What are you talking about? Why does everyone I ever love leave me? Why did I spend my entire childhood acting like an adult when I can't spend my entire adulthood acting like a child? What's stopping me from leaving? What's that smell? Who's here? Where's the bathroom? Whose purse is this? Can I have a cigarette? What do you mean I can't smoke weed in here? What do you need to see an ID for? Are you discriminating against a transgender person? What's that sound? Do you hear that? How much fick could a fuckle fick fuck if a fickle fuck could fuck fix? Can I fix a fickle with my fuck? Can I fuck a fickle with my fickle fix? Are people trickle trux? Do you know any trucker tricks? Doesn't everyone have attachment issues? Will I ever be physically rewarded? Will I ever stop hating myself for expecting physical rewards? Why couldn't I have had a predictable childhood? When will this predictable hell of an existence change? What album is this? Why does everyone forget about me? How long until after you swallow do the amplifiers kick in? Doesn't everyone love me? Why do I want to fuck personality disorders? When will I stop being attracted to people with problems? When will someone understand what I'm trying to do? When does this express train of misery and failure reach its last stop? Are we there yet? Whose purse is this? What's that smell? Can I have a beer? Why do I still see numbers dance? Where do the numbers come from? When do the numbers turn into colors and the words into sounds? If I try doing things with my left hand, will I stop being so calculating and formulaic and start being a little more unpredictable? Are you tripping? Where's the bathroom? Hello? Hello? Yeah, there's nobody home here. How are you doing fellas? Who's this "Uncle Jim" character? Do you have an aquarium? Is it stocked? You fellas smoke pot? Doesn't your cousin Jim smoke pot? When does Eraser Eraser start? Where is he? She? Thing? What's this album called? What was the album before this called? Why isn't 2.71828 the catalog number for "e"? Why am I so afraid of intimacy? Who's here? Are we there yet? Will you turn that shit off? What is this? What isn't this? Is it this? This is it? It is this? Too big? Too small? Too many niggers? Not enough kikes? About twice as many spics? How many tattooed women do you think actually have gonorrhea? Do you think mine's in the majority? Is it forty percent? Is it fifty percent? When can I stop being a cute, entitled, narcissistic white guy and start experiencing true adversity? How many white guys do you think got away with rape tonight? How many cannibals do you think are in this room? Is necrophilia okay if you didn't kill the person? Are you really doing anything wrong? Why do I wish my girlfriend was Jewish? Will you turn that shit off? What if this isn't really happening? What if this is a psychotic episode? Do I exist? Do you exist? Can I believe you? Can you believe me? How do I know when you're telling the truth? How can I believe anything you've said to me? Do you suffer from terminal mythomania? Aren't you not a compulsive liar? What's a better road name, Trevor St. McGoodbody or David? What does this say? Savannah Tires? Tara Kouri? Banana Fliers? Sara Story? Is "e" better than "r"? What if "r" is better than "a"? I know "s" is better than all of them, but what about Domestic Violence? Is Tantrum Throwers still a thing? Why do you have a bowling pin sitting by your bed that says "Happy birthday" on one side and "Aces high" on the other? Do you still have the giant mushroom? What inspired the giant mushroom song? What's that smell? Where's the bathroom? Will you turn that shit off? Can I have a dollar? How bout you do you have a dollar? Can you buy me some beer? Do you have any illegal drugs? What are you on? Reds? Blues? Johnny-Boys? Dreamers? Lewd Nudes? How do you get a speeding ticket in Grundy county? "a" is on a totally different level than "r". "e" isn't anything. "s" isn't even music though. Eraser Eraser's only good album is Dogsex. Burn Ward Records picked me over Neu and Cow. Jonah's gonna do vocals somewhere on this album. I should have Kara do vocals over the phone. And Savannah. That would be cool. Not like the voicemail thing, more like the Jimmy Breeze thing. Do you look good holding a guitar? Does this dress make me look fat? Does this hat make me look phat with a P-H? Am I a basic bitch or an acid queen? How do I know why I'm alive? Is Skrillex dubstep or brostep and what is brostep? Marilyn Manson's first album was pretty good. Do you have any beer? Should I seek medical attention? Do you wanna play Minecraft? Baby you're so psychedelic, you're the acid queen of the mushroom kingdom. Can I have a dollar? Hella broke, no joke. On a scale of one to ten, how much of a person are you? Where is my soul? How is my body? When is my pizza gonna be done? Eleven fifty-two? Eleven-fifty-three? I'll check at eleven fifty-two just to be safe. Is it pepperoni and sausage or papadoni and sew-sauge? Are you tomatoes or potatoes? So she's tomatoes? Oh, she's just a to-mah-to-tarian? Did you clean your room yet? Can we share a sleeping bag? Do you like me? How insecure am I, compared to your other boyfriends? How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb? Just one, you sexist piece of shit. What does "hot-wheeling" mean? Can I use that? You hotbox while you drive? Isn't that dangerous? Where's the bathroom? What's this album called? Why am I still alive? How have I not been hit by a car yet? Welcome to Rex and the Dinosaurs, leave your self-esteem on the floor by the door. Ready to kill some niggers? Who's listening to this? You're not even listening to this album, are you? Can I have a beer? Whose purse is this? What time is it? Do you work tomorrow? Do I work tomorrow? I don't… think so? I might though? Maybe? Free jazz? Free beer? Or freedom of expression? Fuck marry kill, Marge, Lisa, or Maggie? Can Slideshow Robert watch? He won't make a sound.

Why am I alive? How much fick could a fuckle fick fuck if a fickle fuck could fuck fix? Why am I so worthless? How can I what about how I do and think? Think I can feel about what I think and do? Hello? Hello? Yeah, there's nobody home here. How ya doin fellas? How do I know why I'm alive? Who's this "Uncle Jim" character? Why am I so amazing? Why couldn't I have had a predictable childhood? Why am I so obsessed with myself? You fellas smoke pot? Doesn't your cousin Jim smoke pot? Are you really doing anything wrong? Why does everyone forget about me? I know "s" is better than all of them, but what about Domestic Violence? How many feminists does it take to screw in a light bulb? Just one, you sexist piece of shit. Ready to kill some niggers? Do you wanna play Minecraft? Are you tomatoes or potatoes? What do you need to see an ID for? Are you discriminating against a transgender person? How insecure am I, compared to your other boyfriends? How many cannibals do you think there are in this room? Will anyone remember this recording? If everything is in opposition with itself, can you really divide infinity into two things? Do you look good holding a guitar? Does this dress make me look fat? Does this hat make me look phat with a P-H? What's that smell? Who's here? Am I a basic bitch or an acid queen? Whose purse is this? Can I have a cigarette? What do you mean I can't smoke weed in here? Where's the fuckin bathroom? Eleven fifty-two? Will you turn that shit off? Can I have a dollar? How bout you, do you have a dollar? Can you buy me some beer? Do you have any illegal drugs? Will you turn that shit off?
Track Name: How
Tanner call me back. Call me back Tanner. Tanner. Call me back. Call me back dude. Seriously though, I don't have much longer to talk. So call me back. Alright, bye.
Nigger.

Tanner. I am outside of your house. I have what you requested. Please come to the door. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Don't make me beg. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Tanner. I'm getting very upset. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

Hey you son of a bitch. Just wanted to tell you my prescription's ready at the Walgreens. I know you didn't wanna talk to me but you're gonna get nowhere if you don't get off your freakin' couch and stop playing with crayons. Pick up my Vicodin prescription. I just need it now. Make yourself useful, you son of a bitch.