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

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

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

make you a simple and reticent heart
try on the armor while it falls apart
pick up the pieces and label it art
swimming and drowning and drifting afloat
drop all your baggage and jump in the boat
sail off in search of a new antidote
finally find it the air fills with smoke
turn around crying you gasp and you choke
facing the face of the heart that you broke
wake up one morning a lump in your throat
write down a love song then hate what you wrote
falling apart as you hit every note
decide to shut down your reticent heart
make all the moves to start falling apart
but instead at the last minute choose to restart

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | 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

Bittersweet creature comforts are here
Masquerading in this atmosphere
As shelter and enviable needful things
Bridges crumbled long before now
Manage to seem new again somehow
Needful things surround us when love can’t be found

Crisis and secrets and skeletons fill
Our best-kept crawlspaces
Where an iconic treasure trove may bend our will
It can’t match the love it replaces

Love in your thought word and deed
These are needful things

Set in motion each has sired
Rapture ruptured and set on fire
Sex and venues races and structures
Religion fashion form and culture

Love is all we have to give
Trust takes more than getting used to
Love is all I’ve left to give
I’ll take more than getting used to

Hungering for blessed mercies
Needful things devour the proceeds
Restraining love from withholding
Diligent disorders from building
Flourishing at best in turmoil
They backlash with a wicked recoil
Hallowed though are these
In this house are needful things

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 performance:

dennis harvey: noises

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing

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

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

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:

michael ambro: noises | voice

paul ambro: noises | voice

jason harvey: noises | voice

dennis harvey: noises | voice

composition/production:

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