Track Order: Quake Dream - 3:27 Andrew’s Prophecy - 4:22 The Taps of Cobb-Field (Really the Barger’s of Marietta, OK) - 3:03 New Howl pt. 1 - 1:01 Strung-Out Days - 1:02 New Howl pt. 2 - 1:41 Deserts - 4:06 Absurd Space - 4:13 Positivity - 0:40 A song for a Lion - 2:07 The Bear Song - 3:32 Pretty Wife - 4:08 New Howl pt. 3 - 0:21 Dreamin’ - 2:40 Quake Dream In 89 I was two years grown in my room, I was alone My little rocking chair was moving on its own ran to my mother there was no one home that quake shook my little bones and my mother well she held me close she knew just who I was and I knew just what I loved Andrew’s Prophecy (Verse 1) Andrew foretold when he was just a little guy that “old” age would bring money, fame, and marriage that house in the burbs, those children to love prophecy would come with his good intentions Now he rents his house and he lives with his best friend and that’s not bad, just an assumption went wrong He says, “That yellow brick road that I saw as a kid it’s just a front for a dark jungle, ya gotta cut, boy, yeah ya gotta cut your way in.” (Chorus) “But you’ll be fine” ,he said As he smiles and squints at the sun “It’s not a total shock, I just thought I’d feel more grown. I just feel so god damned young. (Verse 2) “See at twenty-two I wondered ‘Why I’m not settled down?’ guess I’m too damned awkward to even be around. Met Lucy, read a little, and listened to Feynman tell of plant’s carbon construction. I found in knowledge, an exit from my hell.” (Chorus Two) "But I never knew a honest way to let them know I’m not that strange...” (bridge) Tell you’re out looking for Silver and Gold (my first girlfriend Bekah would never believe that) It won’t be too far from the truth (like that matters) “I’ll tell Bekah and her husband Luke; I’ve left too many bread crumbs on the side of the road, to lie about what I’ve been through.” (Outro) “Life’s is Life. That’s what you need to understand there’s no silly rite that will make you into a man You toil and carve into that black wilderness the only yellow-brick roads are the ones you leave behind.” The Taps of Cobb-Field (Really the Bargers of Marietta, OK) Going home I’m all excited to see my old friends hear all the stories of where their lives have taken them as the talking starts I fumble and people stare I forget the jokes I tell now aren’t as accepted here they’re not accepted here their not as accepted here X 3 I’m not accepted here Like the seasons and everything else I’ve changed, oh, of course I’ve changed Why the f**k haven’t you? “Well, who are you?” Burst from the lungs of Rachel who I once knew that white smile knocked me right off the ivory tower I dangled from The fall hurts but it’s safe on the ground you were wrong but I was vile maybe it’s expecting no acceptance, who knows? not me. It goes to show I’ve been lost all along. I’m not accepted here X 3 Like the seasons and everything else I’ve changed, oh, of course I’ve changed Well, maybe I’m just the same as before The New Howl pt. 1 a toast to ginsberg I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by apathy, fed full, fat like little plump pigs, dragging themselves through mundane matrimony for fear of loneliness never known or solitude for fear of being too known, which is, today, too known. some pupil-swallowed hipsters burning for the summer of love connection to the spectrum of our spirit, white lake in ‘69. man. who wealthy and name-branded and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the man-mastered light of mirrored coke penthouses flying at the tops of cities raging to dub. Strung-out days We summoned strung-out days with our enthusiastic rituals our mirrors, shades, short straws, cigarettes and a galaxy full of ache Bad words come clumsily out of our lips we speak in metaphors w/ our mighty intelligence we worship a paycheck cleverly spent and we can justify these rapes with our humanness. New Howl pt. 2 thump thump thumping their womp womp womps and snort snort snorting left with a short straw and a slick snot snarl. perpetually preparing for the worst with no risks taken, a brave adventurer stepping down to mailroom questing in cut-off trousers express for men makes me man and we all sing: no one cries “Hic Sunt Dracones!” in 2013 . no one is ever wrong this year. who found truth and guarded hearts from crew-cut youth leaders in big white “mission” vans with promises of eternity and contemporary rock that sounds just as good who, shoved to university, each with defiant fingers raised, and learning to drink and learning to f**k and something else about math who were expelled from academies, fined for not knowing better to just say no to big red neon higher education and enron and exxon and farmers’ and wal-mart who few cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall scream saying “nothing.... I promise. It’s nothing at all.” who got busted in their inconspicuous van tearing tracks to Holland with a few ounces of marijuana for Rothbury, who ate faces in the Miami humidity or drank lunchboxes in Classen circle, nights always end with vacant or filled genitals, the feverish focus night after night with your boys, with drugs, with sleepless nightmares, alcohol and, hopefully, loose pale women. Absurd Space Heaven's a smile and I can hardly wait these are two things you'll never hear me say I was destined for greatness but had no heart for paychecks those slave ships that sink and we all drown X 2 My heart she ain't an anchor but be prepared for her anger with her weight she'll pull us all down I don't know what ya heard but her gravity is pulling down the sun and burning this whole place up then only the moon and the burned crisp earth will circle surrounded by black and the whispering peeps are finally nothing but creaks till nothing, no nothing, breathes here Something like C or 186,000 couldn't pull you away from me truth be told I'm way more than a weight I'm a singular entity It seems absurd to think what you'd see if you could perceive the world's in space a trillion stars the milky way would feel so small cause it's just a pawn but feels so large like you and me but what have we done compared to what’s up in space the world’s so small when compared with that After all we should be grateful just for being right? It seems absurd but think what you’d see if you could perceive the worlds in space you’d feel so small your regrets are nothing not an asterisk to this greater concept So you and me should be grateful just for being and getting to exist Deserts She spends her time in the deserts letting bleached bones tell her heart the respect that you take counts the same as respect that you earn So tear your shirt and chase her down it isn’t worth it but you’ll do it anyhow you’re a lightning struck tree boy Split in two, both sides trying to grow (chorus) Watching Shakespeare on shakedown street the yuppies and the hipsters are all on their feet, well Here the devil has souls to meet But I’m far from dead and gone I can’t shake feeling lonely and if onlys are only If onlys Then (and only then) I’ll wish I knew How to believe in god (Verse) If not that girl it’d be a desert snake with a bite it’s an early grave Devils are humans boy and they all know your name So clench your teeth and carry on life’s a walk on bloody thorns it’s nothing now and boy it’s nothing more when you’re gone (Chorus) A song for a Lion Our love is one that wouldn’t fit in a song even if I wrote it down you’d tell me that it sounded wrong “a thirsty bush burst a flame under noon sun” that’s the way I’d feel in time without you, hon Time when I’m away don’t let it get you down if I’m singing this I’m thinking of you So, no matter where wheels take me Drunk in a palm springs hotel or stoned on the road babe If I’m singing this I’m thinking of YOuououououououou (lots of times.) The Bear Song (Verse) “Wait for me!” She yells to herself. “I can’t see nobody else” Oh the night is black and unforgiving of mis-steps she called out to them. They had already left. “What am I?” she cries Breaking the quiet, still alone “Are thoughts the same as dreams when shared no more?” In these dark dark woods, she retreats to her head Wishing for distraction she found something else instead (Prechorus) No, they didn’t wait for me But I found, oh I found what I could be (Chorus) She thought ‘If I dream just of me and no one else at all will I be happy? Will I forget to talk and curse words with stares? Well, I hope I will I wanna be (Solo) Wild. I wanna be wild Like a bear (Verse) So she quits her hopeful, well, any thinking she starts sleeping in a cave she rolls in the mud for sunscreen and makes no tools to help her way It’s really quite enough to her just living day to day She missed something that reminded her of lips but what she couldn’t say (Cause....) (Chorus) Now her words just thuds and grunts didn’t sound quite the same as before her addled brain Bent backwards but couldn’t connect the pathways the synapses that don’t work quite the same (Pre-chorus/Outro) when you don’t use them and she hadn’t been using them too much. Pretty Wife Malcom he has seven sons and he tried to raise them right but he knows men make great mistakes so no two of them he raised alike Junior he’s the oldest and Mal is still learning the trade trying his best to raise him right well ole Junior, he only got mean (Bridge) “Oh, you’re gonna f**k things up” she said Your son will be a better man for it (Verse 2) Stephen and Jerry were next in line they both turned out alright Junior he’d always pick on them till they got old enough to fight Fourth in line came the only girl A stoned gypsy queen that was at seventeen now she’s off at a university (Bridge) “Oh, you’re doing better Mal” she said “Keep raising up these kids” (Verse 3) Old Mal was on his own you see to raise em all just right cause the night of Nathan the seventh’s birth Melinda went into the light Oh and what a peaceful way with the kids around the bed Mal loves Mel since seventeen and probably till Mal is dead (Bridge) “Oh, what am I to do?” he asks “You’re the one who wanted kids” (Speed up/ Part B) I’m gonna find me a pretty wife Yeah find me a pretty wife I’m gonna find me a pretty wife Yeah find me a pretty wife To take, Yeah take care of these kids I’m gonna find me a pretty wife Yeah find me a pretty wife I’m gonna find me a pretty wife Yeah find me a pretty wife But, no, she won’t replace the one I had X2 New Howl pt. 3 who loved to pay homage to poets passed but never told anyone out of fear who feared that copying and changing holy allen ginsberg, would incite holy wrath who yelled, “Forgive me? F**k you! I enjoyed writing it” and kept writing, even if it was just plagiarism Dreamin Dreamt a city as slept one night an archaic place, raw stone walls stacked high I could see through it all like plain glass it wasn’t sight no, but it felt the same the town was all aglow with a living light I felt a guttural pull before a fall tried to store the world as it went away awoke with a pillow in my face it was sight yeah at least it felt the same yeah it felt the same X 3 Notes For the fantastic Mr. Myers: The concept of the album is original plagiarism. That is why it starts with beethoven’s fur elise and contains spoken word parts modelled after Ginsberg’s Howl but remodeled for our generation. People get so obsessed with “the death of originality” and it sickens me, even if you innovate something till it is new, it is still original. If we don’t blow ourselves up first, I think humans still have a great deal of originality to offer. That is why I was immediately drawn to your art. You presented several pop-culture images skewed (Bart’s Awakening, all The Circus pieces) and I love seeing this. I want to present pop music for the strange. Good, eclectic tunes, that tell real stories and embrace a real world. Not the sugar coated blinders perspective, but real content. Presented like a Pop indie rock album to be swallowed and thought over. I really hope you like it.