performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | percussion

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition | mixing | recording

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

performance:

mohsin atif: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

mohsin atif: composition

omran shafique: composition | mixing | production | recording

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production

extra composition/production:

taha malik: mixing | production | recording

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

michael ambro: guitar

paul ambro: guitar

dennis harvey: keyboards | percussion

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

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

slow it down
feels like a pressure point
feels like a compass is tattooed to your head
to your necktie
to your shoes
slow it up
you're a good guy on the inside
speed it up
you want it all
lucky bastard
you always get what you want

dreaming of new jersey

lift your head up and face the traffic light
you got to know, you got to do your thing
you got to make it to the border honeypie
you stop in at the rest stop
you got to get something to eat
and while you're there it all comes back to you
the polaroid, the microfilm and the .38 sitting in the glovebox
you wonder why you haven't seen but three cops
all the way from los angeles to fort knox
you got to get out

you and me
new jersey

speeding down
like it?
like the speed?
feels like it's happening
feels like any minute now
did i ever tell you that i love you
did i ever tell you that i'll miss you
when the bullets start, run away
i'll meet you on the other side
i'll meet you on the other side of the tracks

dreaming of new jersey

while you and me
to new jersey
go

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

extra performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

Hello, my dear
Please don't shed a tear
What is that face you make
It's like a dump you're about to take
Gnarled up and twisted
The bathroom, you've missed it
That stain across the floor
Running out the door
Trying to evacuate
Your bowels, they try to make poopies

Oh the sweet aroma
Has put me in a coma
That feeling deep inside
It doesn't want to hide
That I want to poopie with you

So take your hand in mine
And I swear we'll have the grandest time
You'll take away my frown
As we paint the town brown

performance:

michael ambro: backing voice | guitar | voice

paul ambro: backing voice | guitar

jason harvey: backing voice | bass guitar

dennis harvey: backing voice | keyboards

composition/production:

michael ambro: composition | lyrics

paul ambro: composition

jason harvey: composition

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

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

jon beal: composition

jason harvey: composition

omran shafique: composition

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards

composition/production:

jon beal: composition

jason harvey: composition

omran shafique: composition

extra performance:

dave gold: drums

extra composition/production:

dave gold: composition

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

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.

performance:

jason harvey: bass guitar

omran shafique: guitar

jon beal: keyboards | voice

dennis harvey: drums

composition/production:

jon beal: composition

jason harvey: composition

omran shafique: composition

dennis harvey: composition