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

notes:

... This had to end now. I jumped back in the sedan, sped my way back into the light of day, a giant sword lying next to me in the passenger seat, a sword that had appeared out of nowhere like the travelers through the chalupa vortex. It had a name, I knew. S... St... but I was beyond questioning now. It was time to act. Looking up at the sky, the clouds formed the shape of a ring, a ring of power, a ring I knew I'd once carried. I didn't question. If it was a convenient plot railroad, so be it, as long as it got me where I needed to go. ...

take these words
out of my mouth
use them
to paint your portrait
i never spoke
or sang a note
you sang for me

let it be known
that we were here
and we knew no release

sing for me
open your mouth
river flows down the sound

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar | keyboards

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

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

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

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

notes:

... and ran through the robo-hood, trying to figure out where to head next. It was time for a switch-case-break, like the nerd types down at the station used to say - had to narrow down the options and figure out which one fit. But something pulled at me: a voice. A female voice. I could feel it tugging at my mind, two memories at once - the spiffy dame who brought me the case, and the same face in a golden wood, with pointed ears and a voice like melted butter. That voice pulled me through robo-hood, getting louder and louder ...

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

performance:

matthew mccrary: acoustic guitar | voice

dennis harvey: keyboards

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

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

FUCK TRUMP AND HER NEO-NAZI SLUMBER PARTY

performance:

matthew mccrary: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

matthew mccrary: composition | lyrics

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

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

notes:

... And Sauron. He's like a translucent cloud all around me, a seeping darkness that's impossible to see, much less fight, but I fought, and I still do. He was suddenly here when my memories become complete. He welcomed me and said he'd been expecting me, said my name. I knew who I was, knew I'd transcended dimensions just like he had and possessed just enough mystical power to take him on. He taunted me, thinking those cheesy diabolical threats would still have some impact, but I'd lived through the slime and grit of the city I'd just left, and I could take that jazz and slap it right back in his amorphous face. We sparred. To fight me, he had to materialize some kind of physical form and even summoned some of the dark riders my friends and I had so easily dispatched in the other dimension. They didn't last long, and I countered the dark lord's spiny jabs and deep, crushing hammer blows until we were both worn out. We panted in exhaustion, and I knew what I had to do, waiting until the moment was right. Rastanefarious had spliced something into me, a carrier for the chalupa vortex, and Sauron's ridiculous plan of embedding me with the power to open a transdimensional wormhole was going to be his own undoing, and my own. We rose against each other again, his physical hammer form launching out of the shapeless void above me. I closed my eyes, feeling the chalupa vortex burst from my chest with a simultaneous contracting and expanding sound, like all the air in the world had contracted and exploded outward with a deep "ketwehhhhh" sound. I grabbed the dark lord's screaming physical form as he plunged through the vortex. We both tumbled into oblivion, fighting and clutching at each other in a balance of power that was to keep the universe in balance forever. He realized his mistake. His rage shook the fabric of reality. The epic Battle of Æverwar had begun, kids. ...

If you love her wish her well and hold your fire
Do it now before it’s over and you will find what you were after
Crush it and see how this sanctuary renders
All of your intentions backwards and you will capture what’s inside her

Stumbling between lovers and religions
Bouncing off the walls of her imagination
She’s overcoming her programming its been indicated
A little disorientation is to be expected

Seconds away from being up and running
With a memory chip that is no longer malfunctioning
Nevertheless it is time disconnect
Your digital eyes and your sampled voice
Or she’ll never know why you’re dying to come back

Time-traveling to the center of her universe
The cornerstone of her existence years behind her
Shape-shifting to satisfy the company she keeps
She’s killing time and so much more to keep the natives happy

Imagining what she has never seen
Believing she will never stop daydreaming

Stunned by her own countermeasures
Fossilized in timeless storage
Pulled by her most chance encounters
Ever since her maiden voyage

A portrait of her journey covers up an image of the real one
A parallel history repeating and everyday offering new reasons
If wishes were would you be in the fool’s parade riding
Where will you be standing when she recovers
And she’s no longer powerless without you

She’s a reflection of you
Easier to render than undo
Born without the power to refuse
The fantasies you always choose

Seconds away from being up and running
With a memory chip that is no longer malfunctioning
Nevertheless it is time disconnect
Or you’ll never see why she’s dying to come back

Time-traveling to the center of her universe
The cornerstone of her existence years behind her
Shape-shifting to satisfy the emptiness

Awakening liberated from her virtual enclosure
Awkward with new encounters but not afraid of falling forward
Before the day is over though she will know her value
What it means to love you with newfound hope find refuge
She is fighting and if you let her
What has been taken will not take forever
What has been given she will remember
Was found together and will always be with her

She has travelled to all corners of the nothingness
A perpetual directionless perfectionist
A half-machine running simulation
Nobody’s lover

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

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