Mt. Fiction

by Mt. Fiction

supported by
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price




Mt. Fiction is the brainchild of Chicago-based experimental rock artist Marshall Brown (AKA The Marshall Cloud) and Bloomington socially conscious MC/producer Thomas Frick (AKA Fricktion). Their self-titled debut EP showcases open collaboration between two songwriters of vastly different musical backgrounds, resulting in a psychedelic blend of dreamy indie melodies and instrospective hip-hop lyricism.


released April 19, 2016

All songs written by Marshall Brown and Thomas Frick
Mixed and mastered by Marshall Brown



Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.


Mt. Fiction Chicago, Illinois

contact / help

Contact Mt. Fiction

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Lights, Camera, Cassidy
Verse 1 (Fricktion):
It’ll be a magnificent May if I make it
This feelin’ sprung into my chest and I can’t seem to shake it
With the temporal tides, even the boldest ink has faded
Once impenetrable walls have since disintegrated

I watch the leaves fallin’, it seems there’s no stallin’
Only moments have passed since the days when I was crawlin’
Remember when the second season seemed to stretch on
Miss the warmth the most when wrapped in coats for so long

Verse 2 (Fricktion): The lights flicker and the cameras flash on
The director shouts “action” and you vanish in ash, gone,
And what once used to be so tangible
Goes passin’ through my fingers like some mythical animal

I always been sentimental, not easy to move past
When these things slip away I hear the echoes of the last laugh
I still remember sharin’ headphones on the back of the bus
But I guess the times change, and the time changes us

Chorus (Marshall):
Lights, camera, Cassidy,
the woods are calling.
I hear you howling.
Lights, camera, Cassidy,
I hear you calling.
The woods are howling.

Bridge (Marshall):
You called the whole town to meet,
under a gazebo.
No one had the sense to tell you no,
You said life’s too slow.

Chorus (Marshall):
Lights, camera, Cassidy,
the woods are calling.
I hear you howling.
Lights, camera, Cassidy,
I hear you calling.
The woods are howling.
Track Name: Newt
Verse 1 (Fricktion):
The early bird gets the early bird special
My balance might be low, but you can bet I’m on the level
I guess I should expect it when I’m dealin’ with the devil
Got me wonderin’ when I’ll pay it off, right now it feels like never

See, all I’m lookin’ for is to live happy and die old,
But I’m underneath this stone known as unsubsidized loans
And every time that I wind up in my zone
I get another bill or my alarm clock chimes on

Now I feel like this spot that I’m locked in
Is blockin’ my options, it’s rockin’ my conscience
‘Cause some days I just wanna get it poppin’ like the Top 10,
But I’m not them, the charts are not in my thoughts when I’m jottin’

But the clock’s been tickin’, tockin’, so loud like it’s mockin’ me
I’m just hopin’ I see the day that I truly get free
‘Cause now I’m complacent, starin’ at my bank statement
Caught between my legs under this desk and my feet on the pavement

Chorus (Marshall):
Now I’ve got a lot to answer for.
I’m barely off that life support.

Ready or not, feelin’ the ceiling is ready to drop
It’s like I been hoverin’ over the pot, too long I been idling at this stop sign
Still in my prime, but I am watchin’ as the minutes slide
And for as long as I follow in line, then my time is really not mine

Verse 2 (Fricktion):
Seems every time I take a new step, I’m fallin’ fatigued
Never seem to truly be the man I want me to be
My principles are solid, but I’m missin’ some of what I treasure
And these days my moods are somethin’ like this Indiana weather

Never thought I’d be complainin’ to be here in this seat
Where so many of my peers would be ecstatic to be
But some days i’m overwhelmed by this sense of defeat
I got a roof over my head and I got shoes on my feet

And furthermore food in the pantry and equipment for beats
But I still get this itchin’ feelin’ somethin’ isn’t complete
It’s liberating standing on my own and stayin’ afloat
But instead of out sellin’ my dreams, feels like I’m sellin’ out my hopes

And I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m just takin’ things for granted
I worked hard for my chances and snatched ‘em soon as they landed
But before I’ve begun, feels like I’m sellin’ me short
How long until I succumb to this pressin’ desire for more
Track Name: Lineage
A man without a heritage, a European mutt
I look back at my lineage and wonder what was up
‘Cause back in school the teachings only came in one color
And it had little to do with what was done to all the others

Now I look back on a history of men that look like me
Committin’ acts of barbarity over each and every sea
And though my ancestry hasn’t shaped my identity
When I look in the mirror I see the face of hegemony

And when I bleed, it looks exactly like it does when you do
But the hue of my skin means that I don’t jump through the hoops that you do
Now who can say that isn’t backwards?
And it’s not gonna change just ‘cause we don’t use the bad words

‘Cause history runs much deeper than that
And when you see through the masks, it gets much bleaker in fact
Most struggles can’t be simplified into white and black
But time has left our systems of oppression quite intact

Race is an old world social construction that means fuckin’ nothing
But so many today face repercussions from it
I’m gettin’ sick to my stomach just thinkin’ of it
And ignorin’ difference doesn’t mean we’re risin’ above it

So you can accuse people of playin’ the race card
But did your grandparents have crosses burned in their yards?
Did their mothers weep as they swung in the southern breeze?
Could any interaction with police lead you to bloody streets?

You heard of redlining? You seen the prison stats?
You know the sentencing for powder coke compared to crack?
You know the name of Jim Crow or COINTELPRO?
Oscar Grant, Sean Bell, do you know how their stories go?

It’s just some things to think about before speakin’ out
More to the story than the anchorperson’s readin’ out
If you won’t be a voice for those who’ve lost theirs,
Who will be on your side when it’s you in the crosshairs?
Track Name: Out for a Minute
Verse 1 (Fricktion:
Oh, Mr. Dopeman, bring me a dream
Let these hard edges fade until they’re smoother than cream
‘Cause sometimes this world gets to bein’ a little too mean
Thinkin’ ‘bout it for too long could cause my skull to split a seam

But I guess I’m along for the walk, or rather the ride
It’s better to talk, but I’d rather just hide
In a world made of drum hits and syllables
I might be visible but only in the physical

I’m here with you, but my mind is driftin’
The smoke has cleared, but the fog isn’t liftin’
Shiftin’ in and out of corporeality
And now I’m mad to be victim of ashin’ casually

But I’m so glad to see you after so long a vacation
I can’t recall the last time I recalled our conversation
Resharpenin’ my senses dealin’ with this observation
It’s strange the change that came while busy coverin’ my traces

Chorus (Marshall):
I went to war to be an entertainer,
and I came home stranger.
You left at the first sign of danger,
and I became a drifter.

I was only out for a minute.

I went to war to be an entertainer,
and I came home stranger.
You left at the first sign of danger,
and I became a drifter.

Verse 2 (Fricktion):
As I get closer to home I feel farther away
Seems most the similarities couldn’t be bothered to stay
How is it in the very place where I took my shape
Nowadays feel like a supermodel at a buffet

Hey, make no mistake it’s all still love,
Even if I’ve been rebuildin’ from the heels up
The love is there, but I feel that I’m in trouble when
I’m starin’ at the stove lookin’ for any sign of bubblin’

Chorus (Marshall):
I went to war to be an entertainer,
and I came home stranger.
You left at the first sign of danger,
and I became a drifter.