It's time for you to pop
Hills of flesh I adore
The pus you'll have to mop
When it plops onto the floor

Deep within there lies a cyst
With a slimy core inside
It pulsates with evil intent
A crusty crater nothing will hide

Vicious polyp
Perpetual pimple of death
Gargantuan pustule upon my face
An eternal, lumpy, red race

(Soon the blood squeezed through the lumen
Of the migrating purply lesion on my face
And it dripped on my chin
It just wouldn't stop)

It will have no mercy as it creeps up your cheek
Drain your soul and make you weak
As you try to squeeze but to no avail
Over your nose it will slowly scale

It dwells in the oilfield tissue
The pustule rises, oh how you flail
It plunges into your brain

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition | lyrics

jason harvey: composition | lyrics

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

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

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

If you love her wish her well and hold your fire
Do it now before it’s over and you will find what you were after
Crush it and see how this sanctuary renders
All of your intentions backwards and you will capture what’s inside her

Stumbling between lovers and religions
Bouncing off the walls of her imagination
She’s overcoming her programming its been indicated
A little disorientation is to be expected

Seconds away from being up and running
With a memory chip that is no longer malfunctioning
Nevertheless it is time disconnect
Your digital eyes and your sampled voice
Or she’ll never know why you’re dying to come back

Time-traveling to the center of her universe
The cornerstone of her existence years behind her
Shape-shifting to satisfy the company she keeps
She’s killing time and so much more to keep the natives happy

Imagining what she has never seen
Believing she will never stop daydreaming

Stunned by her own countermeasures
Fossilized in timeless storage
Pulled by her most chance encounters
Ever since her maiden voyage

A portrait of her journey covers up an image of the real one
A parallel history repeating and everyday offering new reasons
If wishes were would you be in the fool’s parade riding
Where will you be standing when she recovers
And she’s no longer powerless without you

She’s a reflection of you
Easier to render than undo
Born without the power to refuse
The fantasies you always choose

Seconds away from being up and running
With a memory chip that is no longer malfunctioning
Nevertheless it is time disconnect
Or you’ll never see why she’s dying to come back

Time-traveling to the center of her universe
The cornerstone of her existence years behind her
Shape-shifting to satisfy the emptiness

Awakening liberated from her virtual enclosure
Awkward with new encounters but not afraid of falling forward
Before the day is over though she will know her value
What it means to love you with newfound hope find refuge
She is fighting and if you let her
What has been taken will not take forever
What has been given she will remember
Was found together and will always be with her

She has travelled to all corners of the nothingness
A perpetual directionless perfectionist
A half-machine running simulation
Nobody’s lover

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

david beck: drums

mohadev bhattacharyya: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

jon beal: composition | recording

david beck: composition

mohadev bhattacharyya: composition | recording

jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing

And so Frodo Baggins found himself within the gaping maw of Mount Doom with nothing but a thin slab of computer-generated rock keeping him from violent, flammable death. And Frodo held up the One Ring of Power above the fires that created the One Ring of Power, and spake these words:

Frodo: "Oh lord, bless this thine One Ring of Power, which is more powerful than all the other powerful Rings. I shall dearly miss this Ring, even as it has in the darkness bound me. It is a very naughty Ring, but it is also very, very pretty. I would like to thank my faithful Sam, dear old Uncle Bilbo, Old Gandy, the Academy, and all the little people under 4'3" -- Oh, I see Gollum is approaching with quite an ill-favored look in his -- Oh no, he has taken the Ring from me -- Oh, he seems to be dancing a happy jig on the edge of a green-screen precipice -- Oh no, he seems to --"

And the ring was destroyed.

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar | voice

michael ambro: guitar | voice

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition | lyrics

paul ambro: composition | lyrics

jason harvey: composition | lyrics | recording

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | 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

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. ...

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar | voice

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:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

barbara harvey: voice

jason harvey: voice

performance:

paul ambro: guitar

composition/production:

paul ambro: composition | production | recording

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

dennis harvey: drums

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | recording