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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production: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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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar | voice
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar | voice
dennis harvey: keyboards | voice
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:... Memories of a ring bouncing around in my brain, it was time to get some intel via funky ruckus at the robobar.
Of course, things went south. The robobar patrons were in a tizzy, and it wasn't long before the wise guy human robo-pimp I was dealing with got too saucy and I had to give him the one-two. When things got too messy, I popped that joint like a firecracker ...
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production: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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The money's gone, she said
Instead, the money was in the car
We carried on like this until anguish made this language scar
We told the sky to fall
A call no one could hear from inside
Our tongues were sly
Fiendish English made this shameless language stainless, painless, bright
I wanted news of you of whom the ticker tape told me tales
I sold the stock and left all of my stuff behind
In case you'd ask me to take your cue
But there were no words for me
Only a thousand books written in code for someone else
With patience, I'd make these useless words brightperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
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Look at the compu-radar readout
Approaching the azimuth vector 32
Exploding volcanic follicles beneath me
Lurch in my g-couch as we impact the goo
Encased in a leaky balloon of alien sebum
The approaching sea of yellow eruptions
Spaceship descending in a gravitational squeeze
Gushing into the planetary sneeze
We come in peace to Planet Pus
Take me to your lesion
Negative feedback from the teeming sticky sea
Infected intelligence pussibly be
When wisdom would transmission ooze
Perhaps with slimy pus cores they snooze
What language they speak and pop
Sticky snot beams splatter and plop
Pus clogging engines, we descend to the boil
I walk out onto the alien sticky soilperformance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice
composition/production:michael ambro: composition | lyrics
paul ambro: composition | lyrics
jason harvey: composition | lyrics
dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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blackened sickened white
poison silver sun
blue fluorescent light
subterra serrer
hazy shifting shape
growling barking bite
right foot then the left
left foot then the right
left foot then the right
i will count to 10
quiet pushes in
can't remember when
i took all this in
i will count to 10
and wake up screaming
lipstick suits and ties
excess body fat
soft drink super size
house in the suburbs
neighbors mow the lawns
income tax returns
right foot then the left
left foot then the right
left foot then the right
i will count to 10
driving pushing in
shaking hands again
sweating plastic grin
i will count to 10
comfortable and high
so american
smiling choking cry
broken sickened earth
mirrors itself in
broken sickened sky
right foot then the left
left foot then the right
left foot then the right
i will count to 10
watch the ceiling spin
children trample men
the fat strangle the thin
i will count to 10
and wake up again
screamingperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording