performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar | voice

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:

matthew mccrary: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

This track is a live performance or was recorded in one take.

blackened sickened white
poison silver sun
blue fluorescent light
subterra serrer
hazy shifting shape
growling barking bite
right foot then the left
left foot then the right
left foot then the right

i will count to 10
quiet pushes in
can't remember when
i took all this in
i will count to 10
and wake up screaming

lipstick suits and ties
excess body fat
soft drink super size
house in the suburbs
neighbors mow the lawns
income tax returns
right foot then the left
left foot then the right
left foot then the right

i will count to 10
driving pushing in
shaking hands again
sweating plastic grin
i will count to 10

comfortable and high
so american
smiling choking cry
broken sickened earth
mirrors itself in
broken sickened sky
right foot then the left
left foot then the right
left foot then the right

i will count to 10
watch the ceiling spin
children trample men
the fat strangle the thin
i will count to 10
and wake up again
screaming

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: keyboards

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

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

notes:

... Only one thing could clear my head and get me back on my game: a training montage. Back at the station, I was on fire, switching from obstacle courses to punching bags, fighting an entire army of holo-bots and leaving them soaking in pools of their own digital oil. It focused my thoughts onto one thing: if Multi-Mouth was behind all of this, what were the dreams and visions that kept assaulting me, almost like a defense against his wily wiles? I was so wrapped up in unwrapping the mystery that I failed to see the broken step on the staircase leading out of the training hall. ...

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

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:

w. scott whitlock: voice

composition/production:

w. scott whitlock: composition

extra performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

extra composition/production:

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

I CAN'T BITE
ARREST FEVER

Attack.
Whittled shrumpish laivery ronks eluze boundchop.
Raze stomp siphon...
Maneege corn rapturous owl leg.
Alert stands railfort.
As hatradish will crop?
Admittish stiltedly, you have a fever.
Agrest mawkish subsutoon laivery.
Uh? Wawtoon, amaze you lav a fever, sticking to stops.
Eradish mom hasterry caddish…
Erase, afever, restilt…
Among badcarinth attuned attacks.
Maradical dizonch mah cravick. Gawon? Elish?
Marayall fever saunce in croon.
Around a. Stopstoon minch con gravity, since.
Dutturn? Wail hashcrop mince fever. You once, mishook a fever.
In stanch a radiate? Amance attack.
Astack recrowd in hancefort.
Ray bask in conrescent owlfit. Ray stackint dunce, aworsh retch mozzin.
Acray most stadderunts? Ashield may hollence. Sunce. Fever?
Mawkish railasense.

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar | voice

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