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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments | noises | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
extra performance:
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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 wayperformance:dennis harvey: all instruments | voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | lyrics | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:Written and recorded January 13-16, 2019.
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performance:composition/production:jason harvey: composition
michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
This track is a live performance or was recorded in one take.
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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:jason harvey: all instruments
composition/production:jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
paul ambro: guitar
michael ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises
composition/production:jason harvey: composition
paul ambro: composition
michael ambro: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:... My patent leather shoes echoed against the smooth walls of the dark corridor, leading down, down. This place brought the memories back into my head, smashing against the sides of my skull like a pinball the size of a planet. Robo-hood, the robots of C.R.A.M.P., the mysterious storytime dream, the training session gone wrong, the spider-witch Shesha and the fight at the robobar, Multi-Mouth's emissary inside the chalupa vortex, Rastanefarious, the drive-by, the carnival and Clown Nein, Shesha's human form, the bum on the street. And suddenly, the memories even further back were clear, memories of a life I'd lived beyond what I'd considered time, my life in another dimension. The ring getting the finger in Mount Doom, the long journey avoiding Mordor Florists, Shesha née Galadriel, the bum née Gandalf, my glorious space saga, getting down with the elves in the Rivelhizzy, memories going all the way back to dear old uncle Invisibilbo. I was a hard-boiled detective, fired for insubordination, chasing shadows in a dirty, run-down town, and my name was Baggins. The memories were all there, complete. I had ascended to the enlightened plane of Asskickagon. ...
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performance:composition/production:
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises
composition/production:jason harvey: composition
michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:dennis harvey: voice
composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording