ADAM AND EVE
Angel White's a killer works for the state
Life's so funky, Angel White's is great
'Cause my homeboy pulls the switch ozone in the air
Picks his paycheck off the floor right nect to the electric chair
The morals of a scoundrel and the science of a bill
He'd push his only brother from a high up window sill
His duty is to Jesus to murder the ones that kill
He's sanctioned by the government and probably always will
Dawn is young and free in many different ways
She wants to give the love she never got in younger days
She ran down to the city fell right through the floor
Lost her light to smack and went from lustrous to a whore
So what a little money never hurt that's all it took
Shadowed by the executionarium she shook
He met a little lady why a flowing like a brook
They fell in love like lovers do and put it in a book
Because they're gnarly rascals Adam & Eve
23rd century lovers Adam & Eve
Will they find salvation, baby, Adam & Eve
Full of resignation, baby, Adam & Eve
The sun comes up almost every day
Nothing lasts forever as the old man wants to say
Hum that woeful weddig dirge so he can say his piece
Cross that bridge to the abyss and sit down for the feast
In the corner look it, someone turns to moves and stops to see
A picture of a frozen smile that's fractured by the glee
He looks back to his drink and thinks I'm glad that isn't me
The old man sucks his whiskey down collapses by a tree
Because they're gnarly rascals Adam & Eve
23rd century lovers Adam & Eve
Will they find salvation, baby, Adam & Eve
Full of resignation, baby, Adam & Eve
Dave Linantud - bass, guitars, vocals
Ryan Bowen - drums
Produced by Brian Lutz
Engineered by Greg Humphreys
Recorded sometime in 2014
The first act has concluded! Did you see what we did there? In order for the first course to digest Dave and Brian have made some special podcasts that don't correspond specifically to anything in The Big Opera. This is the first one they one dropped. Here they break down improvisation in music, according to them. Notable quotes: "Tom Waits is f****** bananas!" and "Shakespeare's bad as f***, dude!" Also mentioned, the 3 record couplet.
Doctor Dave and Snoop Brian Bri delve into the creaion "Torn Dress Blues" and how it fits into the larger narrative. The conversation soon throttles into Doctor Who, Star Wars, and John & Yoko. Quote of the day: "They live to f*** with you."
TORN DRESS BLUES
There's a torn dress in the corner I don't know where it's from
I got bloody knuckles and I got a broken thumb
There's a shovel by the door I don't know why it's there
I got dirty fingernails and blood all in my hair
I thought it was er tat I buried but I seen her walking down the street
If it wasn't her that I buries I guess it must have been me
The Blues is half of the essential handbook for any serious musician in the United States of America. By "the blues" what folk scholars actually mean is "music created by Africans in America." The other half is the folk music the Europeans conjured when confronted by this vast land trying to hold onto their roots. Neither is more important than the other. There's no guilt for being more in one camp than the other. In a land where certain freedoms are guaranteed in writing if not practice the only music jettisoned by the masses is that of the high born and educated, which is a goddamn fucking dirty shame. It's encapsulated by the banjo, an African instrument beloved by the ones whose necks are sunburned. As Johnny Cash would say, "meditate on it." The indigenous music got fucking trampled.
Davey Dave and Dr Bri break down the 5th song in DAWN.1 and APOCALYPSE TOMORROW, "Elvis Is God." The conversation turns to altering one's conciousness through epic jams and John Lennon's extra strand of DNA.
Elvis Is God
The second coming played a rhapsody
Rubbery legged both white and black
Kept the preaching to a minimum
Blood and sweat poured down his sunburned neck
His eyes shut tight and his soul was pure
Jet black hair and karate pose
Sang a song about a mystery
Reverberated 'round the globe
..........
Sideburn Jesus was pumping gasoline
Curled his lip and shook his ass
Drove his truck up to the Temple
The vendors said they'd take a pass
Said "Get your sorry self on back to Memphis
Don't want to hear no blues by whites"
The sneering scarred out face of slavery
Flew across the sky at night
..........
They cleaned him up and took his picture
But the colonel betrayed his very soul
Treated the King like a whored out marionette
But you can't kill Rock and Roll
The last temptation in the Holy Land
Desert sand and neon lights
People come from near and sunder
See him sing three shows a night
They say he's dead but thy're not right
Elvis Is God
Dave Linantud: Vocals, guitars, bass
Ryan Bowen: drums
Dave and Brian discuss "If I Die Tonight." They start with the inspiration for the writing of the song and drift into Rhys Darby's career and the nitty gritty on how to stage an 80 song rock opera.
IF I DIE TONIGHT
If I die tonight I would be alright
Because I don't want to live
If I had a chance with my decadence
Well then my life is all I could give
I would sacrifice for the other life
That somehow might not end
If I had to guess I would ask this mess
Would never come again
If I have to fall I implore you all
Not to follow what I done
If I had a choice with my lonely voice
I would pull the trigger of this gun
If I die tonight I would be alright
Because I don't want to live
If I had a chance with my decadence
Well then my life is all I could give
If I die tonight I'm gonna live
Live on and on and on
Dave Linantud: guitar and vocals
T. Chris Johnson: violin
Produced by Brian Lutz
Engineered by Greg Humphries
Snoop Davey Dave and Doctor Bri break down "She's Afraid Of You" with the help of E Strauch who has two thirds of the Axis in him. The conversation turns to the singularity and the idiocy that is labeling music.
SHE'S AFRAID OF YOU
You spent all your time on
Who you climbed the walls for
Spent all of your money too
She feels like an outcast
This true love did not last
She is getting tired of you
Spend the days growing colder
Yeah
She's already gone
She's afraid of you
Ignore all of her bruises
Concentrate on bad things
Hit her when you're feeling bad
She wouldn't bear your children
Miscarried your first born son
First one that you ever had
Spend the days in icy silence
Yeah
She moves out
She's afraid of you
And the days go on
She came back one day and
You felt like a real man
You hit her just a bit too hard
You made up a gravestone
Laid her out on flagstone
Buried her in your back yard
Joined once again by E Strauch, the fellas break down what went into the song "Greeting Card" and the machinations involved in narrative storytelling in a medium that just don't cotton to it. Also it's only 3/8 pretentious as it sounds because it's goofy.
GREETING CARD
Walking in the dark
Waiting for the sync to kick the new
Blowing on a spark
Banners reading "loss" when lies turn true
A thunderstorm will rage in the dark but I'll still scream for the sun
A million hopes lie shattered in the dusk build them back one by one
Reaching out my hand
Stumble blindly fall and taste the ground
Crack an awkward joke
Smiling at the bummers all around
A greeting card that's stuck to the floor
From dreams that spill from a whiskey glass
The sunrise blanked by the clouds of the storm
Sitting by and I watch the world spin past
It won't last
Watch the goings on
I just don't feel part of this at all
Turned away and gone
Save me from the summer of the fall
A greeting card that's stuck to the floor
From dreams that spill from a vodka glass
The sunrise blanked by a castle n the shore
Sitting by and I watch the world spin past
It won't last
Dave Linantud: guitars, bass, vocals
Ryan Bowen: drums
T. Chris Johnson: fiddle
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mastered by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries
Here Dave and Brian are joined by Eric Strauch who sat in on drums for a while last fall and winter. Rigidly adhering to the format thusly established the fellas get into the writing and recording of the song "The Glow," the first in APOCALYPSE TOMORROW, and hen see where the conversation wants to go.
THE GLOW
As Jesus sighed the Romans sharpened spears
He asked the Holy Ghost he said "What the hell am I doing here?"
With the hand of Satan they bought a business ain't that nice
Jesus said "Here's to you, Satan" and melted everlasting life in a knife
By the firelight they sand and they turned with a toast
To raise glasses of hearth to the heavenly ghost
A line made of footprints they melted the snow
That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow
The old man coughed the spit froze to his beard
A piss drunk Cassanova wasted from the years
His words were slurred and broken he raised his flask again
He said "To everyone who hrts, give from your own pain."
He was slain
By the trashcan he sighed and he turned with a toast
To raise glasses of pain to the heavenly ghost
A line made of footprints they melted the snow
That was frozen to iron by the heat from the glow
So we dance by the firelight and sing songs of joy
No government can crush our musical toy
No war can kill melodies hovering free
Let the magic of music release you and me
Dave Linantud: Guitars, bass, vocals
Ryan Bowen: Drums
T. Chris Johnson: Fiddle
Produced by Brian Lutz
Mastered by Drew Mazurek
Engineered by Greg Humphries
On their initial podcast the fellas in Society Fringe Players lay out their grand plans for releasing an 80 song science fiction rock opera over the course of years one song at a time.
Dave and Brian are using this podcast to roll out their 80 song rock opera entitled APOCALYPSE TOMORROW. They'll alternate songs with podcasts that consist of conversations that start out about the song and then lead to wherever. Both fellas are pop culture junkies, mainly scifi and any entertainment that has achieved cult status. Mainly they're aging rock and roll guys who are STILL banging around Society's Fringes looking for a way in.