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 ran. Whether she was in it with Multi-Mouth and had brought me into this as a trap, I couldn't say, but she had to be put down. I threw one of my weapons guys' remote-activated Expando-bombs against the wall of the warehouse and hopped in a parked car, jetting out of there like a cat being chased by a flamethrower. Some crazy pandemonium was going down on a bridge not far from the hood, and I skidded to a stop, popped open my computer-briefcase-device, and sent a quick command to the Expando-bomb, stepping out of the car just in time to see the webhouse explode in the distance. There were questions, but that amount of evil made answers unnecessary. No more Shesha. Shëspløde. ...

performance:

michael ambro: voice

dennis harvey: guitar

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | percussion

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

crash down
feel the wood of the floor
under the bed
feel the pillow and the blankets
where you'd been
birds are chirping outside
in perfect unison
to the echo of a car alarm

she said
it hadn't been as gray as this for years
pulled the blanket to her chin and frowned
looked out the window where i stood and stared in
i shivered once and leaned against the glass
men screamed below if i come down no one will be hurt
12 feet below the surface of the skin
she was watching the sky behind me turn gray
as the hair on my head

there's some money in a box on the desk
take it away
since i haven't any use for it
now that you've gone
there's a camera in a case by the bed
take out the film
since i have no one to photograph
now that you've gone
there's an alvarez guitar on a stand
tear off the strings
since i have nothing to sing about
now that you've gone
don't forget to get some pins and a match
and brand new cloth
since your voodoo doll is wearing out
now that you've gone

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

You stopped and locked your doors when the cop car passed
You said you weren't into it
You said there were people who paid good money to see this
It was a stepping stone
It was a teenage horoscope, a hundred for the last month's bills
I snuck out the fire escape
And now your mother's crushing out another bottle of her pills
You say you can't handle it, incessantly

On again off again
Too simple

Start the car to park the car to start the car to park the car
Stop showing me your scar
Cram the internet into the back of your car
Drive it to the laundromat
And set it on fire
Pretty soon there won't be anyone visible
You're cutting out your eyes
Is it any wonder people like the medicine when the medicine's a knife
I started running away as soon as you looked at me like a conspirator

Severed
Of course
You said things had been bad for a while
So stop shitting on me
I've got 5 minutes to change your mind

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

notes:

Written and recorded January 13-14, 2019.

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

Hello, my dear
Please don't shed a tear
What is that face you make
It's like a dump you're about to take
Gnarled up and twisted
The bathroom, you've missed it
That stain across the floor
Running out the door
Trying to evacuate
Your bowels, they try to make poopies

Oh the sweet aroma
Has put me in a coma
That feeling deep inside
It doesn't want to hide
That I want to poopie with you

So take your hand in mine
And I swear we'll have the grandest time
You'll take away my frown
As we paint the town brown

performance:

michael ambro: backing voice | guitar | voice

paul ambro: backing voice | guitar

jason harvey: backing voice | bass guitar

dennis harvey: backing voice | keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition | lyrics

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

jon beal: composition

jason harvey: composition

omran shafique: composition

slow it down
feels like a pressure point
feels like a compass is tattooed to your head
to your necktie
to your shoes
slow it up
you're a good guy on the inside
speed it up
you want it all
lucky bastard
you always get what you want

dreaming of new jersey

lift your head up and face the traffic light
you got to know, you got to do your thing
you got to make it to the border honeypie
you stop in at the rest stop
you got to get something to eat
and while you're there it all comes back to you
the polaroid, the microfilm and the .38 sitting in the glovebox
you wonder why you haven't seen but three cops
all the way from los angeles to fort knox
you got to get out

you and me
new jersey

speeding down
like it?
like the speed?
feels like it's happening
feels like any minute now
did i ever tell you that i love you
did i ever tell you that i'll miss you
when the bullets start, run away
i'll meet you on the other side
i'll meet you on the other side of the tracks

dreaming of new jersey

while you and me
to new jersey
go

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar