Story Behind the Song
//a note from a mentor
i must say, i'm very proud of my boys. they claim that this ep is an "experimental departure", and wanted me to inform the public that this new music is not their
new sound. it's rather a brief digression in the entire spectrum of what most would consider the "locale sound". they've expressed some amount of worry that this project may confuse or bewilder new fans. but as much as the following description may concern, excite, or frighten current fans, trust me, this is an amazing record.
over the past year or so, i've seen a growing
interest in more atmospheric, harmonically complex textures. vast soundscapes of a more ambient nature than before, accompanied by driving, syncopated rhythms. these elements create contrasts familiar to fans of drum n bass music only with more listenable hooks and formats, signature to the locale sound.
they also toyed with a certain amount rough, uptempo hardcore that sounds like refused beating the shit out of the buzzcocks. the other deviation from the aforementioned experiments in spacious futurock is
an uncommonly authentic brand of organic dance music straight from the late 1970s.
this is getting getting too detailed. quoting doseone, the best music defies genre. and that's what i believe this record does. more soon.
del paxton
Lyrics
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del paxton
i boasted
"we are the children of chaos
and this shiver in my toes
comes from dancing on the edge of change
and the sweet loss of control"
del said
"you're a dot on the corner of a pixel of a big screen
TV airing the last show of your dead scene, i think you need to
slow it down
do you hear the words you're saying?"
and i said "dont know how"
i dried my eyes and said
"where do you go to sit and enjoy the privacy
that you claim i need? take me there today
where do you go? cus i just cant seem to get away
from this mess i made, take me there today"
he said, "dont follow to where i go, you'll never know.
rescue that solitude you used to know, but on your own."
i said
"if i could fly so many miles for just one day"
del responded
"we cant stop it so try to laugh about it
we cant stop it so try to laugh about it
they wont stop it even if you shout it
we cant stop it so try to laugh about it"
-sometimes these people remind us of who we are-
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autumn f. ides
i try to breakdance at least once a day
to impress you, i do
my laces knotted all my tongues are tied
they thank you, they do
well i hurt my second ankle trying to get down for you
and though i tried, i wanted more for you
well i'll 1985 my way right back into your hair
with brand new kicks to remind you that i'm there
lying beside you on the cool damp sand
was frightening for me
i'd lost myself somewhere between your eyes
and warm hands, you see?
if we could fly so far ms. ides, to get away
and if i can ever, i will see you again
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eugene florestant
we never talk to it
remind the world of who we are
i'm caught in this static
can't seem to understand why i
can't stop running, i hate that feeling
my labels moving and i'm not gaining
i cant stand running, its never ending
i'm just skipping a rope they're holding
i never talk to it
remind the world of what i'm not
i'm caught in myself, yourself
i'd like to fuck myself all day long they like to sit and think
but the fact remains i've no time at all to
play
not today
youth
away
sitting in the back seat of an automobile
racing to my old age with no one at the wheel
sitting in for my face something no one can trace
until they see the words
gradient grey to grey packagaed in red blue yellow
a mean green bunch of trees tickle the toes of a
winter sky the san francisco cold sets in to remind
me i forgot my jacket seeing craig at the market
reminds me i'm not in san francisco
let me go
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caela green
it's 4 A.M., and my skin wants to crawl all over you
but you're strangling my dick with a friendship bracelet
so please let me in
sitting on my futon bed
sitting in my quiet room
i could fold into a lot of things
sitting on my futon bed
sitting in my quiet room
i could fold into you
she's in love with my radio
that broadcasts her alone
i'm in love with her gramophone
spinning me alone
can i be intangible, just for tonight?
i'll be desire, you be you
i'll hover about, telling tall tales of tangibility
and then i'll become one with you again
baby please let me in
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janice webb
this weekend i lost my protection while laying to rest
i found them on the floor staring silently, just watching my soul undress
but i've my vulnerability now though as change takes it's course
virginity returns to a soiled body to be taken away once more
when i say soiled, i mean filthy, infected in every pore
diseased with lust, bankrupt of trust, with a handful of festering sores
that cant stop oozing the scents of random skirts all causing my skin to burn
that contract and return back to my arteries then react and force me to learn
until i'm gathering criteria to be a better leper
first the shells then my dick, then my heart feels better to be
governed by the hollow with an absence of me, instead of a faint memory
slow it down
do you hear the words your saying and i said
dont know how
i dry my eyes and
sit down
take a breath to clear my conscience and he said
you know now
i dry my eyes
slow it down
do you hear the words your saying, and he said
don't know how
he dried his eyes and said
where do you go to sit and enjoy the privacy?
that you claim i need today
where do you go? cus i just cant seem to get away.
from this mess i made today
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