all sounds by various artists

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

jon beal: composition | mixing | production | recording

jason harvey: composition | recording

omran shafique: composition | 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

FUCK TRUMP AND HER NEO-NAZI SLUMBER PARTY

performance:

matthew mccrary: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

matthew mccrary: composition | lyrics

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

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

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:

... and ran through the robo-hood, trying to figure out where to head next. It was time for a switch-case-break, like the nerd types down at the station used to say - had to narrow down the options and figure out which one fit. But something pulled at me: a voice. A female voice. I could feel it tugging at my mind, two memories at once - the spiffy dame who brought me the case, and the same face in a golden wood, with pointed ears and a voice like melted butter. That voice pulled me through robo-hood, getting louder and louder ...

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
screaming

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | 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

And all these
Things I give you
Since you would
Put them to use
More than me
Let's remember
Battlescars
Ancient secrets
Hidden deep
Under mountains
Take in stride
All these footsteps
And release
Your combatants
Redirect
Take a moment
Of your time
Shrug your shoulders
Trace your steps
On the concrete
Treasure trove
Struck by lightning
Senselessness
All the habits
Bend and stretch
Breaking slowly
Catch your breath
Stop the taxi
Quick escape
To the phone booth
Once inside
Check for quarters
Juggernaut
All your faces
Avatars
Pick your poison
Whisked away
To the country
Clouds and calves
Cala lilies
Trace your steps
On the concrete
No one knows
How you got here
No one knows
You'll disappear
You were here
For a moment
And all these
Things I give you

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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