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lie in the bed
dream of me
blanket over your chest
dream of me
we're together again
we're alone again
in philadelphia
in your dream
2:00 a.m. half asleep
artificial wind covers me
i see us in rittenhouse square
holding hands as people stare
as i lie awake and dream
lie in the bed
dream of me
pillow under your head
dream of me
we'll be together again
dream of meperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
extra performance:barbara harvey: voice
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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
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production
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It's time for you to pop
Hills of flesh I adore
The pus you'll have to mop
When it plops onto the floor
Deep within there lies a cyst
With a slimy core inside
It pulsates with evil intent
A crusty crater nothing will hide
Vicious polyp
Perpetual pimple of death
Gargantuan pustule upon my face
An eternal, lumpy, red race
(Soon the blood squeezed through the lumen
Of the migrating purply lesion on my face
And it dripped on my chin
It just wouldn't stop)
It will have no mercy as it creeps up your cheek
Drain your soul and make you weak
As you try to squeeze but to no avail
Over your nose it will slowly scale
It dwells in the oilfield tissue
The pustule rises, oh how you flail
It plunges into your brainperformance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition | lyrics
jason harvey: composition | lyrics
dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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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 soundperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording