performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | noises

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar | voice

paul ambro: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

paul ambro: composition

dennis harvey: composition | mastering | production

performance:

dennis harvey: noises | voice

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

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

First, insert key, then start the car you never liked, and back into a deserted 3 a.m. street, then accelerate until the engine hums music as fast as orgasm, then faster, the highway, the curve, the cliff, and then only the night. Make sure you notice the stars. Think about the moon and the people on the moon. Also, make sure you notice the gravity, how it pulls you into yourself. Remember the names of people who've forgotten your name, and then open the door, fall free, watch the car crash below. Notice you hear nothing except the wind and the words you never said.

step #1: insert key into ignition, pull vehicle into street
step #2: turn on headlamps, activate atmospheric music
step #3: take entrance ramp onto deserted highway
step #4: take exit ramp onto remote mountain road
accelerate into sharp curve on narrow ledge
lose control

did
did i
did i meet
did i meet you
at
at that
at that par
at that party
the
the o
the other
the other night
when
when we
when we were
when we were drunk
i
i could
i could have
i could have sworn
we
we fell
we fell in
we fell in love

step #5: unfasten seat belt, crash through steel railing
step #6: calmly open door, eject self from falling vehicle
step #7: fall slowly through night air, gaze up at lunar body
step #8: feel in wind in hair, close eyes, smile distantly

you
you dreamed
you dreamed of
you dreamed of air
un
under
under your
under your skin
please
please com
please complete
please complete me
what
what was
what was your
what was your name

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

w. scott whitlock: voice

extra composition/production:

w. scott whitlock: lyrics

notes:

Scott Whitlock wrote and spoke the intro narration.

Spilt milk tension
You burned the house down

Since then
You stared holes into the ceiling
Wishing for weightlessness

Stress mess
Trees bend to slap you as you pass
As if you had offended nature itself

(Since you said you had to go to see to how to take two I too had to see to how to stop you)

Stop drop roll
Kettle condensation
Stare at the telephone

Drone clone
Smash your head
Against the slot machine

Dreams seem not effective anymore
You swore you detected a secret door

Since you said you had to feel love
You're never satisfied

performance:

dennis harvey: keyboards | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

michael ambro: acoustic guitar

jason harvey: bass guitar

extra composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

paul ambro: guitar

michael ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | percussion

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording

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

performance:

mohsin atif: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

omran shafique: composition | mixing | production | recording

mohsin atif: composition

We went away
There were no voice messages
There was no trail
Only a pile of ashes
Don't go consume
The stain of lashes on a stump
He retried it
It only squeaked a reply
Indigenous fruit
Blackened in the sun
I traded selfies for a face
It acted like you
What will I wear
When tender cronies break the door down
They shared a knife
They pushed the hand back in the pot
You tender leaflet
The bowl tells for you
A sycophant
A treasure chest of dirt
Tear apart the house
And separate the silverware
You said I'll take the heart attack

Stoned on doubloon tristesse among accountants
Erasing
Lance the money clip
Drain it till it's dry
Call the cops
Tender your resignation
Take off your tie
And set it on fire
We will never die
The hand of the sick
We will never die
The hand of the sick

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

notes:

Written and recorded January 17-23, 2019.

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording