all sounds by various artists

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

When I fell asleep
I dreamed an accident that sent me flying across the road
I dreamed that I died
But I woke up laughing instead

On my way to work
There was an accident in the right-hand lane
I saw a driver's eyes
She turned to me as the airbag deployed
When I got to work
There was an accident involving the coffee machine
People sat on the floor and cried and cried and cried

These are no accidents
These are no accidents
They are messages from the aliens
Saying get your bags, get your people
Get your buns to another planet since this one is broken

There's blankets in the bedroom
There's candles in the bedroom and bottles in the basement
There's launch codes in the back room and androids for replacement

There's blankets in the bedroom
There's anchors in the bedroom, appliances and heirlooms
There's engines in the storeroom, the captain's in the breakroom
We haven't turned the lights out
We haven't done the dishes
The rain outside is razors and everybody's in

On my desk at work
There was an accident with the keyboard plunging through the telephone
They showed me the tape - I swore it was my clone
When they kicked me out
There was an accident with the building bursting into flames
Everyone was screaming
I smiled and hurried home

These are no accidents
These are no accidents
They are messages from the government
Saying everyone's out to get you
Why not get to another planet, since this one is broken

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

Hello, my dear
Please don't shed a tear
What is that face you make
It's like a dump you're about to take
Gnarled up and twisted
The bathroom, you've missed it
That stain across the floor
Running out the door
Trying to evacuate
Your bowels, they try to make poopies

Oh the sweet aroma
Has put me in a coma
That feeling deep inside
It doesn't want to hide
That I want to poopie with you

So take your hand in mine
And I swear we'll have the grandest time
You'll take away my frown
As we paint the town brown

performance:

michael ambro: backing voice | guitar | voice

paul ambro: backing voice | guitar

jason harvey: backing voice | bass guitar

dennis harvey: backing voice | keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition | lyrics

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 | mixing | recording

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: electronics

michael 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:

... until I wound up outside a giant warehouse with a tattered, faded sign that read "Shesha's Webhouse of Discount Destruction".

I stepped inside the parted warehouse doors and felt like I'd walked into a cavernous haunted house. Giant, elephant-trapping spider webs were everywhere, and the light from outside seemed to stop behind me. I'd been here before. The memories bubbled. In what light there was, I could see her: the minx that brought me into all this, her face barely visible among the webs. She spoke, and it felt like hairy, tendril-like spider legs probing inside my ears. I shuddered and tried to figure out what to do as she droned about how she used to be beautiful, how the world had changed, how she'd lost hope and fallen into shadow. But when she dropped the name "Galadriel", something inside me sparked. I suddenly had a feeling this dame was old, older than the world, older than time, and as I watched her deceptively young face, she suddenly moved forward. My whole body went cold. A giant, bulbous, spider's body extended behind her head, clicking and twitching, and she kept repeating that the world had grown too full, like she was about to take care of that problem. Her mouth opened seemingly wider than her skull, emitting a shriek that was like needles piercing every cell in my body ...

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

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

performance:

paul ambro: guitar

composition/production:

paul ambro: composition | production | recording

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: drums

extra composition/production:

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

all sounds by various artists

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: 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 | mixing | recording

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