Gotta figure out the clues

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

performance:

don weeda: accordion

ryan mccormack: alto saxophone | turkish g clarinet

samantha lundeen: cello

andy eschbacher: cümbü?

robin dougherty: daf

sina najmei: daf | tanbur

assem nasr: daf | voice

ali fuat sengul: daf | voice

lauren checchio: darbuka | riq | zils

setereh nematollahi: tar

sonia seeman: turkish g clarinet

elena bessire: viola

mary kay hendrix: violin

yoshimi masao: violin

composition/production:

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

extra composition/production:

chris weaver: 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

Eat lemonade
You should eat it
Eat lemonade it's good for you
It's lemonade
Caught in a mountaneer's stare
Go bald with a renewed vigor
Cuz no one understands you
See?
Eat lemonade
It's essential
And this whole box is
And this whole box is
Drop
Eat

Shake your shark
It's a misfit
All along along along
I'll bring lava
You bring beer
Ok?
Mother goose she know she wrong
Die you sufferbeast
And there's salt in my tissue
Pick it up

EEEEEE

You're so residential
Residential
Resdiential
Aw, be stuck inside a mindfuck?
As he shouts
In this mud

performance:

dennis harvey: all instruments | voice

composition/production:

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

notes:

Written and recorded January 23-24, 2019.

Shadow puppets from the ceiling were diving into my eyes
Rolling with it was suffocating, I would have sworn I’d soon be dying

Dionysius crossed the emptiness waving Michael’s sword
I was so thankful to be awakened by my Marina

In the carousel spinning around me were swarms of hags and flies
I was wide awake without seeing that just above them was my Marina

Dionysius crossed the emptiness Gabriel showed her the way
I was so thankful to be awakened by my Marina

Swarming when nobody else could see
Airborne and bubbling up from the ground
Their growing numbers dragging me down
Disbelief intensified my experience
Cornered by overwhelming armies within
I was buried then rescued from my own skin

By morning I could hardly believe it myself
As I laughed at the cynical parodies and smokescreens
That were everywhere making a mockery of my experience

After it all, when she found me
I would have sworn that I was floating
Over my own body
When she found me
The fog slowly lifted
As weightless I ascended
And my life flashed before my eyes
I regained control of my senses
But my words cannot fully express them

The waves were relentless
I fought until I was
Nearly consumed by their hunger
I was losing the battle for possession
To the ravenous swarm
When out of the corner of my eye
I caught a faint but profound glimpse of hope
I wonder did it have to take
Swords of light driving legions away
To get me to be willing to change

The light that had pierced the blinds disappeared
When the swarm filled the room
The floor gave out from underneath
It happened so fast that my flesh was left behind

No longer recognizing silhouettes once familiar
Closing in and shape-shifting, halfway hidden half revealing

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:

matthew mccrary: guitar | voice

dennis harvey: bass guitar | drums | noises

composition/production:

matthew mccrary: production | recording

dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording

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:

dennis harvey: all instruments

composition/production:

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