performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar | voice

michael ambro: guitar | voice

paul ambro: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar | noises | voice

paul ambro: guitar | voice

michael ambro: voice

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice

composition/production:

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

Once I had a cavity bigger than my head
It covered up passers-by and very quickly spread
To the supermarket where I planned to buy bread
To pack the gaping seeping wound but instead
The cavity had enveloped it
(You should use the Listerine)

Once I had 20 throwing stars +1
I used them all fighting Demogorgon
I rolled 6 20s and used "Power Word: Stun"
And he still kicked my ass
(You should use the Black Razor)

Once I was walking down the street on my way
To the street corner where I saw a suitcase
All along the sidewalk was a trail of bloody spray
I turned around screaming and ran the other way
Instead of finding the cause of it
(You should use the DNA)

Sick
Hypochondriac

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | 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.

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

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

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. ...