performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: 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.

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.

Spilt milk tension
You burned the house down

Since then
You stared holes into the ceiling
Wishing for weightlessness

Stress mess
Trees bend to slap you as you pass
As if you had offended nature itself

(Since you said you had to go to see to how to take two I too had to see to how to stop you)

Stop drop roll
Kettle condensation
Stare at the telephone

Drone clone
Smash your head
Against the slot machine

Dreams seem not effective anymore
You swore you detected a secret door

Since you said you had to feel love
You're never satisfied

performance:

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

michael ambro: acoustic guitar

jason harvey: bass guitar

extra composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition | recording

performance:

don weeda: accordion

ryan mccormack: alto saxophone | turkish g clarinet

samantha lundeen: cello

andy eschbacher: cümbü?

robin dougherty: daf

sina najmei: daf | tanbur

assem nasr: daf | voice

ali fuat sengul: daf | voice

lauren checchio: darbuka | riq | zils

setereh nematollahi: tar

sonia seeman: turkish g clarinet

elena bessire: viola

mary kay hendrix: violin

yoshimi masao: violin

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

extra composition/production:

chris weaver: mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums | keyboards | noises

composition/production:

jon beal: composition

jason harvey: composition

omran shafique: composition

dennis harvey: composition

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

The money's gone, she said
Instead, the money was in the car
We carried on like this until anguish made this language scar

We told the sky to fall
A call no one could hear from inside
Our tongues were sly
Fiendish English made this shameless language stainless, painless, bright

I wanted news of you of whom the ticker tape told me tales
I sold the stock and left all of my stuff behind
In case you'd ask me to take your cue
But there were no words for me
Only a thousand books written in code for someone else
With patience, I'd make these useless words bright

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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