drawn on a cardstock poster-size sheet of blue
like you, i am drawing sun
like i'm waiting for you
fall
fall
and fly
fly by
too high
too true
true blue
too you
shoo fly
bye bye
crease
thin line
no flow

welcome to fantasy island
funny, simple, any sort of mechanical laughter gets me off
no bills to pay
you say so what, who cares
in this sentence i find a e a e a e a e a

this is me happy
this is me happy
this is me happy
this is me happy
this is me happy
this is me happy

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

jason harvey: composition

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

i wake up at 10:00
and come home tired and hungry
around noon
did you think i wouldn't give a fuck
about the sideways jabs at my career
no i don't think so
i don't think so
don't think so

vine vide vice
look it's a job
and do i need a constant reminder
of how much better you are
no i don't think so
i don't think so
don't think so

i feel sick as a pike
i feel sick as hell
don't touch me there
oh god not again
no i don't need your help
please just pretend i'm not here
go about your business
i feel fine
i feel fine
i feel fine

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

as John Lennon as Freddie Mercury as Brad Davis as Jeff Buckley as Mr. Samuel M. Jackson started to say, two lovers will sit on a park bench having broken and look into each others' eyes whispered softly "we are the hollow men and not empty but hollow as in never having been" which means
you have to love in order to long and this is me longing this is me watching a man with a cane watching these ducks skirt the water (the same as yours) and brother birds under the same roof as i this pen and longing
what darkness do you look for? in one place to hide in under the blankets as it's my mother and fatherless
wondering if father will come back the way he came
think of thinking of father - bad words bad children
think of thinking of lover - a martyr like me
back of hand to forehead fan with a feather?
man with a cane?
Use this grace in your divine way Jeff with the ocean washing over what questions i reply to such questions - such as where father is now? and mother as well?
a day like this is deep darkness as if you died in water
would you look back i moved your
grace
found a new father until the old one comes back this way but even he walked away but looked back once or twice as if to ask if you
were singing? which you weren't as you were screaming on grace as if your passion was more than enough which should've been as you deserved the world better than to have people mourn who did not know you and did and me, this water like the same as yours i sleep beside and my pen with the ocean washing over empty as in never having, and losing you too.

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

performance:

jason harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises

composition/production:

jason harvey: composition

paul ambro: composition

michael ambro: composition

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

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 way

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

notes:

Written and recorded January 13-16, 2019.

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael 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

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

omran shafique: composition

jon beal: composition

jason harvey: composition

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises

composition/production:

jason harvey: composition

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

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

notes:

... I burned rubber through the streets of robo-hood, through the steamy streets of the seedy city I knew so well, out past its borders, on and on, towards the ring of clouds. It was like I was in a trashy movie, an inconceivable Fast and Furious 42: Dark Lord Pursuit. The road went so far out, I didn't think land could exist anymore, and still I drove, until... I looked up, and the clouds were directly above me. I slammed on the brakes and rolled out of the car with my sword just as the vehicle exploded upwards in a fireball of narrowly-avoided death. I didn't care. The flaming wreckage crackled behind me, and I walked. ...