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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
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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all sounds by various artistsextra composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:anna harris: violin
dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:anna harris: recording
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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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: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:... My patent leather shoes echoed against the smooth walls of the dark corridor, leading down, down. This place brought the memories back into my head, smashing against the sides of my skull like a pinball the size of a planet. Robo-hood, the robots of C.R.A.M.P., the mysterious storytime dream, the training session gone wrong, the spider-witch Shesha and the fight at the robobar, Multi-Mouth's emissary inside the chalupa vortex, Rastanefarious, the drive-by, the carnival and Clown Nein, Shesha's human form, the bum on the street. And suddenly, the memories even further back were clear, memories of a life I'd lived beyond what I'd considered time, my life in another dimension. The ring getting the finger in Mount Doom, the long journey avoiding Mordor Florists, Shesha née Galadriel, the bum née Gandalf, my glorious space saga, getting down with the elves in the Rivelhizzy, memories going all the way back to dear old uncle Invisibilbo. I was a hard-boiled detective, fired for insubordination, chasing shadows in a dirty, run-down town, and my name was Baggins. The memories were all there, complete. I had ascended to the enlightened plane of Asskickagon. ...
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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 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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Yo, what up ese? So like, Merry and Pippin, they was like walking in the woods, and they were all like lost and sad, saying "Odelay, man, donde está Gandalf, man?" "Yo, homey, I don't know man." And so after a few lambas tortillas with some salsa picante (it was like good, right?), and they was taking a siesta, right, and they was about to break out some of that hobbit-leaf, man, but then, like out of nowhere, right, man this big tree walks right up and starts talking to them, man...performance:jason harvey: bass guitar | voice
michael ambro: guitar | voice
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards
composition/production:michael ambro: composition | lyrics
paul ambro: composition | lyrics
jason harvey: composition | lyrics
dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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lie in the bed
dream of me
blanket over your chest
dream of me
we're together again
we're alone again
in philadelphia
in your dream
2:00 a.m. half asleep
artificial wind covers me
i see us in rittenhouse square
holding hands as people stare
as i lie awake and dream
lie in the bed
dream of me
pillow under your head
dream of me
we'll be together again
dream of meperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording