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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | 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
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar | voice
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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The corsair lacks resilience
The tempest holds no beat
Reginald stabbed the pavement
Digging for soil
But he only found meat
Cars don't take you dancing
Traps don't sprain your feet
The alcohol glare commodious stare
The burbage in the buttermilk stank like a modern calf
He passed through the doorway and spat
Like there was nothing else in his mouth
But she knew what she was after
Torches torches torches
Porches and corpses and gum
Porches and corpses and gum
Hugging like the sun
He hiccuped as if he meant to say
There is no other way
Your lips are getting louder
There is no other wayperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:Written and recorded January 13-16, 2019.
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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 mindperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:Written and recorded January 13-14, 2019.
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Spilt milk tension
You burned the house down
Since then
You stared holes into the ceiling
Wishing for weightlessness
Stress mess
Trees bend to slap you as you pass
As if you had offended nature itself
(Since you said you had to go to see to how to take two I too had to see to how to stop you)
Stop drop roll
Kettle condensation
Stare at the telephone
Drone clone
Smash your head
Against the slot machine
Dreams seem not effective anymore
You swore you detected a secret door
Since you said you had to feel love
You're never satisfiedperformance:dennis harvey: keyboards | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
extra performance:michael ambro: acoustic guitar
jason harvey: bass guitar
extra composition/production:michael ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition | recording
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file_downloadperformance:don weeda: accordion
ryan mccormack: alto saxophone | turkish g clarinet
samantha lundeen: cello
andy eschbacher: cümbü?
robin dougherty: daf
sina najmei: daf | tanbur
assem nasr: daf | voice
ali fuat sengul: daf | voice
lauren checchio: darbuka | riq | zils
setereh nematollahi: tar
sonia seeman: turkish g clarinet
elena bessire: viola
mary kay hendrix: violin
yoshimi masao: violin
composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording
extra composition/production:chris weaver: mixing | production | recording
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
omran shafique: guitar
jon beal: keyboards | voice
dennis harvey: drums | keyboards | noises
composition/production:jon beal: composition
jason harvey: composition
omran shafique: composition
dennis harvey: composition
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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
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording