empty reception [demo 1]
by Changement
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pan abandon
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what I need
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smoke. mirrors.
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sound of her wings
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scientific discovery #1
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jihad
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going going / coming
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jesus & lucifer
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about
this is a record of an event that never took place.
your friends were not here.
your minister, your mother, your past lovers were not here.
the champagne was poured liberally, the hors d'oeuvres fashioned with care,
three forks each laid for three hundred place settings.
you never spoke fateful words, and i documented every moment of it.
but it is not too late.
your friends were not here.
your minister, your mother, your past lovers were not here.
the champagne was poured liberally, the hors d'oeuvres fashioned with care,
three forks each laid for three hundred place settings.
you never spoke fateful words, and i documented every moment of it.
but it is not too late.
credits
released 01 June 2011
recorded, & performed by jeremy harris solely with GarageBand, a $20 microphone, & whatever piano that could be found sleeping in local churches or schools jun 2010 - april 2011
album title inspired by Jay Thomas
Liam Scott: flute on "scientific discovery #1," hand-clapping & circus singing on "smoke. mirrors."
Kelly Vittum: circus chanteuse on "smoke. mirrors."
recorded, & performed by jeremy harris solely with GarageBand, a $20 microphone, & whatever piano that could be found sleeping in local churches or schools jun 2010 - april 2011
album title inspired by Jay Thomas
Liam Scott: flute on "scientific discovery #1," hand-clapping & circus singing on "smoke. mirrors."
Kelly Vittum: circus chanteuse on "smoke. mirrors."
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Changement: one man's bad life choice, combining piano balladry from the singer/songwriter tradition with processed sounds, ... more manipulated ambient noise, & looped beats chiseled from found objects to create a dark, electric, lo-fi soundscape & fear in the hearts of christians everywhere. less
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Jun 2011
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- Track Name: pan abandon
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I am a dog now
there are prezygotic barriers on the lust of a bird
I am a dog now
there are post-traumatic disorders
that cause aviary-canine metamorphoses
mutations necessary to complete the change
and the fag queen eats a box of donuts for breakfast
and the carbohydrates do her psyche good
I have a zoo now in the coronary cabinet
and do kings play chess on fine grained sand?
and do boys always abandon Pan?
and do you take me for what I am?
do you take me for what I am?
and must I abandon Pan?
look out, he’s foaming at the mouth
my god, he’s foaming at the mouth - Track Name: what I need
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make that money
she told me to tell you to get off of your ass and stop being a bitch
they’re not ready to give me what I need
that Demeter, that Mammon: I’m placing bets
make that money
I will if I don’t die by slaying, by staying, by praying
prune perfection
enema, poverty
and my pretty perplexion is paying
filing my taxes with eggs and bacon
dumping coffee on my scholarship’s head
quick game of pick up sticks with expensive cigarettes
playing where’s waldo with men of good breeding
but they have to be about to be institutionalized
toss a peanut into my mouth, honey
it’s good for me
hey, I love it when you pass me over
and I love it when you pass me by
hey, I love it when you pass me over
and it all passes away
make that money
make a baby cry
make me a cake as fast as you can
make me proud
make me cum
make me bend over backwards for the klan
hawking and hawking, why are you still talking?
cough it up now while stephen’s away
smoking while pregnant, smoking up your baby
if you do it fast you won’t have to pay me
saw you at a party
it was hard to say the alphabet backwards while downing champagne
but today it’s easy
I’ve had my coffee black as night and sweet as sin
black as sin and sweet as you
black as you and sweet as my ass
and it all goes black when I have no signal
and it all goes dark when I have no feed
and it all goes black when I have no signal
and it all goes away - Track Name: the four horsemen of the apocalypse
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personal hygiene is a must
better go roll around in mud
before I take you out on a horse - Track Name: smoke. mirrors.
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and all I want is to be reconciled
a saw or two was nothing to deny
you think divinity comes easily?
what happens when there’s nothing more to give?
and all the rabbits have been exiled down
down under to a place they’ll never be found
the bevy of doves have all escaped
I’m sure you’ll continue to find a way
and vanishing tricks are good only when
you reappear somehow in the end
better bring out attendants, better bring out nudity
so that none of us catch this, so we don’t miss your trickery
as if converting to your religion
would make us all into magicians
I thought you were my reflection
but he was just a double in position (imposition)
and you inhale those mirrors
and you exhale that smoke
but the only way that he’ll get a break is to sell all of his secrets to a cheap tv network now
don’t you love how the brain invents enemies?
don’t you love how the ego makes something out of nothing
and nothing out of something?
so just extract all the really good shit
and all the animals you wish to forget
drown them down in a tank, a water trap
force feed them to a bunch of amnesiacs
work on the subway station has begun
the city streets have become overrun with
people dying to get a glimpse of your face
you’ll appear on a crane one of these days - Track Name: sound of her wings
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I know a place you can go if it gets too hard
I know a woman or something who you can call
with the sound of her wings, with her empathetic hand
if you ask her she can make you smile again
because as the winter does away with spring, so they’ve done away with you
done you in like burnt toast, done you in like a roach
and their prayers, though fervent and frequent, are clogging up your air
how much longer must it be until you meet someone who cares?
now you’ll be able to shave your beard
now you’ll be able to drink a beer
now for breakfast you can eat a whole pie
and you’ll finally learn what orgasm feels like
if you see her
if you see Kurdt
if you see Anna Nicole
if you see Michael
if you see Judy
if you see Sylvia
if you see me
if you see all the gay kids
if you see my friend Jason
if you see her, say hey
hear the sound of her wings today
still I hope you have a good day
I hope you have a good day
but if you see her today
if you see her, it’s ok
I hope you have a good day (I hope you get your own place)
I hope you have a good day (I hope you find your own way)
but if you see her today
if you see her, say hey - Track Name: scientific discovery #1
- in the summer of 1942, something curious occurred. I awoke to find a strange beating in my chest, a dream induced arrhythmia. with an old razor blade I found rusting in the junk drawer to aid me, I performed a surgical survey. lo and behold, I discovered a flock of pigeons taking up residence in the hollow cavities of my ribcage. evidently they had no choice. curious...
- Track Name: jihad
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after all the drugs and all the dick I still get my kicks from one cigarette
still get my kicks from being inside your head
unlimited talk and text it read
nation-wide on your side till you’re dead
red on black, venom lack
after all the drugs and all the dick I still get my kicks from one cigarette
I have to be smart to make up for my ugly face
pay for my sins with “hail Mary full of grace”
break a rule once a month so you take me seriously
I leave the spit out for the world to see
I keep the rubber always handy
cat on the ceiling, dependent on tar
dromedary cradle robber
why all my generalizations?
we all have weapons of mass destruction
“jihad” you would laugh and say “taliban”
and carry out your imperfect precision
you said you can’t believe I still do those things
think of me as naive in your own way
well I know you like to suck the dicks of younger men, now and then
after all the cigarettes and all the kicks
I still can’t get enough drugs or dick
I can’t get no satisfaction
close the cover, strike the match on back
barbecue laughter, dear, pass me the crack
even the president smoked till black
even the preacher eats cat
I’m a bitch for you
anybody’s bitch really, if you want me too
I leave my shit out for you to see
I keep an abortionist always handy
now I’m driving too fast in my car
well I guess it’s just a side effect of war
a little speed, a little harm
better break out the box of lucky charms - Track Name: going going / coming
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you said it would be ok
you said it would be alright
so I’ve gone to the butcher today
invested in meats of every kind
temptation pushes down my throat
smoke and sugar glaze seem so sweet
hams and salamis make me strong
just don’t think about where they come from
so I’m taking it down to the ground floor
back to the back door
where you and your family won’t hear loud sounds of a queer
fighting to push his way into a hole
when I step into my car
and drive far, far to foreplay
through forests the blackness pushes madness between your thighs
and it never lies
he’s got a Benz
he has friends
he’ll assist you to the end
that guy knows how to speak
has big feet, silk sheets
a man’s got needs
and I need meat
herbivore, carnivore, omnivorous
we are poor unfortunate souls
down to the holes in our pants
holding hands tight like crying girl about to birth the world
the christ without a midwife
see jesus strung out on the cross
see me strung up with the wash
they’re the same catastrophic play
we both want to be lain in the ground
unfounded worth
to choose our own birth
and to eat meat
a girl works hard for her money
so hard, but I do it for free
I’m so hard and I do it for free
come to the yard, it’s free
a strict diet suits the life of a housewife
but a man’s gotta keep his rights
so output must exceed input
there is such a thing as being too tight
you said it would be ok
you said it would be alright
so I’ve gone to the cemetery today
invested in graves of every kind
so many people pushing down my throat and
so many people dying to get in and
I’m digging an early grave
going, going, coming faster than you can
holy fire, rain down on me
holy water, rain down on me - Track Name: jesus & lucifer
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deep in the morning where the flowers grow
in secret fields men’s seed is sown
and it soaks into the ground
and your father drinks it down
with a pint of whiskey and 36 cups of tea
and he smashes the cups to smithereens
when he’s done, beautiful smithereens
when they’re done, beautiful release
it’s time to come and get me off, to get me off
to get me off this painted horsey
out of this centrifugal force feed
ten thousand tongues in unison screaming
“I don’t want to ride this pack of beasts till morning”
jesus and lucifer, did you use protection last night?
jesus and lucifer, do you use protection when you fuck?
and now it’s time to get a little mad
to don a little hat
to take a plank in the eye
to get a little had
by a little cat
who makes his wages telling lies
father of all lies
father of disguise
father of demise
father of all life
(and it all goes black when I have no signal
and it all goes dark when I have no feed
and it all goes black when I have no signal
and it all goes away)
