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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
omran shafique: guitar
jon beal: keyboards | voice
dennis harvey: backing voice | drums
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:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
extra performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
extra performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
This track is a live performance or was recorded in one take.
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar | voice
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
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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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:Written and recorded January 29, 2019.
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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 ...
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I am fineperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul 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:... I headed straight back to the robo-hood and the intersection of the drive-by, which seemed like years ago already. Sure enough, those same bots who'd dropped their weapons after seeing me take down the drive-by baddie had stuck to their algorithms and hung around. I rattled off the "encased germ type" I'd read that day at the mailbox, and they all nodded in unison: they were the Artificial Intelligence of the Cybernetic Resistance Anti-Multimouth Party. Nailed it.
"Please come with us," they intoned as they began to lead me through the streets of robo-hood. ...