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No Requests, Please!
05:06
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Opening Theme
03:01
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Yesterday's Sandwich
02:15
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We're approaching the end of the year and I can't differentiate days anymore.
Every morning I wake up and just want to crash, burn and lay my face down on the floor.
I'm not here to write a diary, but writing anything at all just tires me.
It took me a week to write words for this song
When I talk about myself I do it wrong.
I lurk in the corner instead
Hope for some words to fall out of my head
It doesn't work - well, it rarely works.
I'm not here to write a diary, but writing anything at all just tires me.
I'll lay down this vocal track, go to sleep, then
Wake up tomorrow for the same thing again.
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The maps here don't line up with what I'm used to - unfamiliar landmarks dot the scene.
The signs are clearly written in my alphabet, but I don't think I could tell you what they mean.
It's like learning to speak again, in a language that you've never used:
You'll pick it up eventually, but at first you're just confused.
This place is inscrutable
Directions are unreadable
But I am an open book.
It's difficult to navigate
When all you do is obfuscate
But I am an open book.
The paths here never take me where I'm going, they always bring me right back to the start
Running me in circles, and calling the resultant chaos art.
I find this inscrutable
Emotions are unreadable
But I am an open book.
It's not easy to communicate
When all you do is obfuscate
But I am an open book.
Hello? (Hello!)
Hello? (Hello!)
Is this thing on? (Hello!)
Can anybody hear me? (Anyone at all?)
Hello? (Hello!)
Testing, testing? (One two, one two?)
Is this thing on? (Can anybody hear me?)
Anyone at all? Hello? (Hello!)
This place is inscrutable
Directions are unreadable
But I am an open book.
It's difficult to navigate
When all you do is obfuscate
But I am an open book.
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Southwest
07:57
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Scarf over mouth, we will ride toward the south
Where we'll carve a perfect statue out of cold December water
And across the shallow river, we'll burn a railway station
And wherever you cast a shadow, you can see the whole creation.
There is only wisdom on the other side.
There is only laughter on the other side.
We can tell our story on the other side.
With weapons in our pockets, we will follow foreign rockets
As they tumble through the sky and hit the horizon
We'll meet up in the mountains, by long forgotten fountains
And there beneath the cloud burst, we'll vanish in the universe.
There is only wisdom on the other side.
There is only laughter on the other side.
We can tell our story on the other side.
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7. |
Weird Dreams
02:55
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(This is a song about, uh, about listening to Jandek while you're trying to fall asleep. It's called Weird Dreams.)
I won't deny
Seeing shadows
Cast on my walls
Through my windows.
Laying in bed
Late in the night
Trying to sleep
Fighting the light
I can hear the motors of the tape machine humming and
I can hear the sounds of the out of tune strumming and
I can hear the voices on the tape recorder and
They're bringing me home to weird dreams. (x2)
I won't deny
Hearing whispers
You can find me
Down In A Mirror
I can hear the motors of the tape machine humming and
I can hear the sounds of the out of tune strumming and
I can hear the voices on the tape recorder and
They're bringing me home to weird dreams.
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8. |
Frampton
03:04
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Children playing in the park.
City lights after dark.
Send me a sign.
Send me a sign.
Orange peel, bouncing ball,
Open book, painted wall.
Lace your boots, ocean breeze,
Drive all night through the trees.
Endless fields of grain.
A fear I can't explain.
Send me a sign.
Send me a sign.
Orange peel, bouncing ball,
Open book, painted wall.
Lace your boots, ocean breeze,
Drive all night through the trees.
Your face is split in two.
I barely recognize you.
Send me a sign.
Send me a sign.
Orange peel, bouncing ball,
Open book, painted wall.
Lace your boots, ocean breeze,
Drive all night through the trees.
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9. |
Can You Hear It?
02:39
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The form is familiar, but I can't make out the words.
It's all blown-out from here, I can't make out the words.
Dubbed over on multitrack, I can't see it.
Dubbed over on multitrack,
I can hear it. (x5)
The arc it takes is recognizable, but I can't make out the words.
I notice the form, but I can't make out the words.
Can you hear it? (x4)
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10. |
Freezer Burn
08:28
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Face the ocean from wherever you are
Stare into the sky whenever you can
These things won't be here forever
These things aren't here at all
Dark clouds form above my head, rain starts to pour.
Wind starts to blow from all directions, I duck under a tree and count the branches.
Fractal geometry from the ground up, it's a beautiful thing.
I stay for a moment and wait out the storm.
Watch the streetlights flicker in the darkness
Count the blinks before your eyes
Try to read the signal coming through the noise
Hope you learn something.
Smoke spills over the mountains, smoke chokes out the sun.
The sky turns red, I can't trust the ground beneath my feet.
I watch a line of ants cross the pavement, I look at them.
When I look at them again, they're gone.
Face the mountains from wherever you are
Stare into the stars whenever you can
You know you won't be here forever
You know you aren't here at all
A speck of dust kicked up on the trail.
This life is all just data entry, data exit, a neuron fires in the brain.
The final track begins to fill, there's nothing left.
Yeah, turn up the gain.
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12. |
Holy Water March
04:26
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Carve your path through the ground again, feel the earth beneath your flow
There is a danger here that only the Army Corps of Engineers knows.
On your command the mountains part, and you direct the sprawl
One day the desert sands or floodwater will reclaim it all.
The rivers have been channelized, remodeled in concrete.
The river is a city street that's mapped and charted, organized.
The freeways mock hydrology, does traffic on the 405
Mirror Pacific Ocean tides as it ebbs and flows out to the sea?
An unseen resident defines with geometry
Their unknowable personal cartography.
Five blocks east, along the wash, then turn left at the wall
One day the desert sands or floodwater will reclaim it all.
The rivers have been channelized, they've been left out to dry.
Crossing paths beneath the sky, they're mapped and charted, organized.
The freeways mock hydrology, does traffic on the 405
Mirror Pacific Ocean tides as it ebbs and flows out to the sea?
The rivers have been channelized, they're mapped and charted, organized.
Crossing paths beneath the sky, the washes are left out to dry.
The freeways mock hydrology, they ebb and flow out to the sea.
Does traffic on the 405 mirror Pacific Ocean tides?
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13. |
My Ruin
05:24
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Are you my ruin, a place that's been swallowed
By earth or by ocean, sunken or hollowed?
Are you my ruin, devoured by sea?
I once walked your roadways, how could this be?
Are you my ruin, under the sky?
We once used to dance here, but this is goodbye.
Are you my ruin, a place that's been swallowed
By earth or by ocean, sunken or hollowed?
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Volume, you can see it through my eyes and
Hear it when I'm wide awake.
My eyes mostly stay shut when I sing
Just like when I'm asleep.
I have dreams about things I will make and
Plans I'll never do.
In sleep, I record these songs in
My head.
Drum sets taller than a house and
Bass amps knocking over trees
Robots with five or six tape decks
In them for making tapes.
Things change
When I wake up.
I see things
For how they are.
I don't have a body made of tape or
Headphones attached to my head.
These songs help me trick myself and
Pretend I'm made of sound.
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(So it's October, and the weather's getting a bit cooler, so I've been taking walks more often. A few weeks ago, I noticed something that surprised me - a log balanced on a power line. Like, a SINGLE power line! It didn't seem like a tenable position, but it was still there this afternoon, so what do I know, right? Anyway, I got to thinking what this log might be thinking, what I'd be thinking if I was some sort of disembodied brain with sensory organs hangin' out up there, if my entire body was this tiny thing hanging in an improbable balance above a busy street, and I figured I'd write a song about what I might be feeling if I was in its position. Anyway, you get the point. It goes something like this.)
I can see the stars from up here, and the lines on the land.
The roads cross the flatlands, intersecting as planned.
I guess that I'm stuck here, in the cables entwined.
The view is so nice from here, but I'm flying blind.
At odds with gravity.
All of physics is pulling me
Down to the ground,
But I won't come down.
At odds with gravity.
All logic compels me
To fall to the ground,
But I won't come down.
How did I get here, this impossible place.
Perched on a precipice, with infinite grace.
I fear for the future, though I can't know it all.
I'm damn sure of one thing, though - that one day I'll fall.
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16. |
Broken Vocoder 2
07:22
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Feedback oscillations are rarely as stable as they appear to be.
Fluctuation should be encouraged and treated as opportunity.
Never in my life has a failed experiment disappointed me.
Dancing about architecture is the easiest thing in the world.
Dancing about architecture is the easiest thing (x5)
Dancing about architecture is the easiest thing in the world.
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18. |
Closing Theme
02:36
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Evan Pincus Los Angeles, California
Musician, producer, creative technician, Los Angeles resident and eternal weirdo.
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