performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

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

notes:

Featuring a fragment from Shakespeare's Sonnet 33 read in Simon Russell Beale's tremendous voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fWvIrejfFc.

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

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

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

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

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

extra performance:

jon beal: voice

performance:

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises

composition/production:

paul ambro: composition

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

notes:

... until a pulsing light and the sound of a respirator made me reluctantly peel my eyes open. I was in a white room, lying on some type of healing slab. The curved walls of the room were formed from thickly intertwining birch branches and seemed to extend upward as far as I could see, like the vat in which I'd been trapped seemingly minutes before. It was like something out of a bloated epic fantasy trilogy. One thing was certain: there was no bacon in this place, and I'd be damned if I was waking up without it. Before I could jump to my feet and search for a refrigerator in this mystical elven healing temple, an insanely tall, white-robed figure with long, straight white hair and an epic beard strode smoothly into the room. The beggar from the street outside my office?! I stared at him aghast, memories stretching and pulling, a name on the tip of my tongue. "Gan..." was all I could stutter before he murmured something about memories and pressed a bony, disproportionately long index finger against my forehead.

I woke up again with a start ...

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