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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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When I fell asleep
I dreamed an accident that sent me flying across the road
I dreamed that I died
But I woke up laughing instead
On my way to work
There was an accident in the right-hand lane
I saw a driver's eyes
She turned to me as the airbag deployed
When I got to work
There was an accident involving the coffee machine
People sat on the floor and cried and cried and cried
These are no accidents
These are no accidents
They are messages from the aliens
Saying get your bags, get your people
Get your buns to another planet since this one is broken
There's blankets in the bedroom
There's candles in the bedroom and bottles in the basement
There's launch codes in the back room and androids for replacement
There's blankets in the bedroom
There's anchors in the bedroom, appliances and heirlooms
There's engines in the storeroom, the captain's in the breakroom
We haven't turned the lights out
We haven't done the dishes
The rain outside is razors and everybody's in
On my desk at work
There was an accident with the keyboard plunging through the telephone
They showed me the tape - I swore it was my clone
When they kicked me out
There was an accident with the building bursting into flames
Everyone was screaming
I smiled and hurried home
These are no accidents
These are no accidents
They are messages from the government
Saying everyone's out to get you
Why not get to another planet, since this one is brokenperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
extra performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
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file_downloadperformance:anna harris: electronics | violin | voice
dennis harvey: electronics
composition/production:anna harris: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
This track is a live performance or was recorded in one take.
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:jason harvey: all instruments
composition/production:jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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file_downloadperformance:matthew mccrary: guitar | voice
dennis harvey: drums
composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording
This track is a live performance or was recorded in one take.
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performance:composition/production:jon beal: composition | lyrics | mixing | production | recording
jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
omran shafique: composition | mixing | production | recording
dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
extra composition/production:harry o'hanian: production
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
paul ambro: electronics
michael ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:... until I wound up outside a giant warehouse with a tattered, faded sign that read "Shesha's Webhouse of Discount Destruction".
I stepped inside the parted warehouse doors and felt like I'd walked into a cavernous haunted house. Giant, elephant-trapping spider webs were everywhere, and the light from outside seemed to stop behind me. I'd been here before. The memories bubbled. In what light there was, I could see her: the minx that brought me into all this, her face barely visible among the webs. She spoke, and it felt like hairy, tendril-like spider legs probing inside my ears. I shuddered and tried to figure out what to do as she droned about how she used to be beautiful, how the world had changed, how she'd lost hope and fallen into shadow. But when she dropped the name "Galadriel", something inside me sparked. I suddenly had a feeling this dame was old, older than the world, older than time, and as I watched her deceptively young face, she suddenly moved forward. My whole body went cold. A giant, bulbous, spider's body extended behind her head, clicking and twitching, and she kept repeating that the world had grown too full, like she was about to take care of that problem. Her mouth opened seemingly wider than her skull, emitting a shriek that was like needles piercing every cell in my body ...