Missing the future again
I’m showing the years and don’t know where to begin
Feeling like a living memento
With a love like ours it’s so hard not to think so
I’ve traveled ages deep
I’ve borrowed hearts when my own begged for sleep
I’ve counted blessings and counted them fast
I wish I could promise this moment would last

Riding with me and clarifying the highway
My kindred spirit from time immemorial
Disappearing from the rearview mirror
The few that still remember and the rest that don’t say so
Taken on a detour beyond what used to matter
We’re remnants brought together
Where the undiscovered country is home

Gambling on tomorrow
In a time capsule we made
Never mind what used to matter
We have only ourselves to escape

Home, a lifetime away
Complicating everything
It’s impossible to explain
How I have travelled ages deep
Hidden away in a sealed time capsule
Just like the few that still remember
And all the rest that will never say so

I’m riveted by your relentless drive
The unmistakable markings of the roads we’ve traveled
So take my life to make it happen
Just keep me unaware of it if you can

In the grip of spin control each revolution
Is here to make us wander home in this condition
Only caring for what could have been
We’ve littered the future with a time capsule we left open

Offering you hope I died but when I had no eye for
Otherworldly designs I gave you
The hunger that made me work to believe
That we could still have memories that would justify the meantime

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 composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing

only the song you sing
leaves a hole
in the wall where a photo once was
all the things
you ever had
are piled up in the dumpster downstairs
and the noise
is closing in
from the street below an open window

holding a coffee cup
to your lips
as the neighbors throw things at the wall
see the gate
close and open
to the grinding and whining of gears
call your mom
say you wanted this
as her tears fall out an open window

look closely
you can almost see the gears turning
city boy asked for drama
look what he got

fill up the grocery bag
mesmerized
by the eyes of a random cashier
furtively
eye the ass
of the guy next to you in the lift
better yet
take a running jump
at the ghosts outside an open window

put your hands to your ears
stops the sighs
of your life as it passes you by
smile at jokes
wash your hands
practice hard at not giving a shit
just to find
in your bed at night
that your mind went out an open window

fix me another one
if you can
i spilled the last one all over your shirt
accidents
monuments to my misshapen crumbling ideals
i'm surprised
that you haven't yet
jumped screaming out an open window

i feel like the oldest man
in the world
i feel 273
and am still
figuring out
the logic of your arguments
it would age me beyond belief
to see you jump out an open window

(no one knows
who you are
nameless drone
broadway star)

look closely
you can almost see the gears turning
city boy asked for drama
look what he got

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

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

Look at the compu-radar readout
Approaching the azimuth vector 32
Exploding volcanic follicles beneath me
Lurch in my g-couch as we impact the goo

Encased in a leaky balloon of alien sebum
The approaching sea of yellow eruptions
Spaceship descending in a gravitational squeeze
Gushing into the planetary sneeze

We come in peace to Planet Pus
Take me to your lesion

Negative feedback from the teeming sticky sea
Infected intelligence pussibly be
When wisdom would transmission ooze
Perhaps with slimy pus cores they snooze

What language they speak and pop
Sticky snot beams splatter and plop
Pus clogging engines, we descend to the boil
I walk out onto the alien sticky soil

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition | lyrics

paul ambro: composition | lyrics

jason harvey: composition | lyrics

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

jon beal: composition | lyrics | mixing | production | recording

jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

omran shafique: composition | mixing | production | recording

dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

extra composition/production:

harry o'hanian: production

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 | percussion

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

all sounds by various artists

extra composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

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 mind

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

notes:

Written and recorded January 13-14, 2019.