OVERTURE
Welcome to the Vacuum
A song for all the hearts that are departed
Welcome to the vacuum
JUDGEMENT DAY
Walking through ancient Rome everything's the same
So I turn my back to the riverbed and children and their games
Hello, friends, I'm here to please to break the wickid ways
Life's a myth and so is this and so is judgement day
I seen too soon another swoon running from a gun
I felt the world shrivel up hell I'm only having fun
Interviewing Dawn on judgement day
Subadai took Europe's sons and put them in a grave
Built a world on top of them vanished in the haze
The Khan he sighed 'cause he was bored and turned his mind to east
Crushed their souls, drank from bowls, took pleasure in the feast
Interviewing Dawn on judgement day
"What you done?" asked Caesar's son and plunged the knife in deep
The Gallic ones were slaughtered by the Roman Nobilise
Nobody lived to tell the tale history turned her back
IRL for you and me it started in Iraq
Interviewing Dawn come judgement day
WELCOME TO THE VACUUM
A song for al the hearts that are departed
A prayer for those who never got it started
A valentine for all the broken hearted
A joke for all the bitterness departed
A blindman's leap into a void suggestion
A glimpse of hope for all thoise in depression
No answer to the everlasting question
Bask, become a target, no regression
Welcome to the vacuum
WORLD LEVITATION
If the world were perfect the dodo would live
Brotherhood and sisterhood woud be the words to give
Laughter would float endlessly up through a tearless sky
Giant trees would shade a peace that never says "goodbye"
In a world levitation
Don't stand in line to find regeneration in all human kind
You need no explanation
Feel free to see reality and be for what you want to be
Although I know the show won't start
Take aim and touch my bleeding heart
If the world were perfect I wouldn't lose my keys
War would be a rhyme for door and there would be no need for peace
A skinless man and woman would be all that we would need
Money would be funny and we'd all say "what is greed?"
But all the time my optimism fades
And I get too hung up to struggle for the shade
The world seems so unkind
Build the nerve to climb out of this hole
If the world were perfect I wouldn't sing this song
If the world were perfect we'd be one big dancing throng
In a world levitation
CRY FORGOTTEN SON
Packed in the slave ship side by side
The slave ship Captain enjoy the ride
They bought and sold him flesh on leash
From his home on the African beach
And they trade his heart for gold
What the white man sold
The war was fought bondage gone
1860s protest song
General Lee to MLK
Elvis Presley in the USA
And the time she rumbles on
Hatred not long gone
And she knows what she knows
At he dawn of our millennium
Bottled water and titanium
Packed in the ghetto side by side
His father owned his father they're side by side
Neither one can make the rent
Hatred raging action spent
Cry forgotten son
CRY ON
I can walk away disgusted
It ain't us against them
It's us against us
It's friend against friend
So you know everything
So you have got it done
So your world will live on
Cry forgotten son
Your world is so mapped out
From what your father planned
Smile at the face of sickness
It bites the other hand
'Cause your world ain't my world
But my sun is your sun
And I guess that it always was
Cry forgotten ones
YOUR WORLD AIN'T MY WORLD
Your world ain't my world
Killing for your god
Written in the scriptures
Your word is a lie
People work and people play
People sing and people dance
People love and people hate
People live and people die
Your world ain't my world
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, production
Wilmer Berry - drums
Joe Gallagher - spiritual assistance
Recorded at Possum Studios
Mastered by Ian Burke at Invisible College Records
Dave and Brian start off talking about legal pot in Oregon.
Quote #1: "Buy some fucking t-shirts what's the deal!"
First Movement: "Love & Hate" and "The Ballad Of Dawn and Remote Control" roughly 0 to 10 minutes.
Quote #2 by Joe Goldsborough: "Is that a note poem?"
The obligatory Beatles mention happens at the 14 minute mark. After that the fellas discuss trying to make digital recording as close to analog as possible, heap derisive scorn upon "polished" artists, and completely spoil the first 2/3 of the first season of SyFy's THE EXPANSE. And then Dave forgets Christopher Nolan's name.
Dave struggles to explain how the virtual world expands.
Notes: musical Oliver Stone movie.
"Love & Hate" - the whole duality thing and questions posed.
"The Ballad Of Dawn & Remote Control" - this is where it gets trippy.
"Freaks In the Mainstream" - this is where Dawn gets famous.
Quote of the week: "You put a penis in your eye?"
"Liquid Existence" - instrumental and separate poem.
"The Light" - POV of followers at Dawn's mass.
"Sinkittup" - snapshot of everything else going o n when Dawn births Baby Blue.
This closes the book on the Dawn/Angel White/ Elvis story. The origin story is done.
Brian lays out the nuts and bolts of how to get it done.
Beatles mention at the 17 minute mark.
THE SYNC
Love and hate
Congregate
Celebrate
Love and Hate
Dawn don't feel so good
'Cause nothing's understood
And she's been wasting time
And she's been forced to find a new time
Barely holding on
Tracking footsteps in the rain
Of a darkness spawned
Never going home again
She's insane
Midnight's broken
The highway's spoken
"I don't have a soul"
Thought Remote Control
Heaven's cruelest joke
Crossroads sign is broke
Dawn breathes reprieves
Remote just eaves
Dawn burns best at night
When she feels it's right
From her flows a glory
Hellkind's meanest story
Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control
Knows that she's there just to play her role
Naked oozing love she becomes night
Leaves her drooling walks out through the night
To the show
Remote Control never will wake up
Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt
Become one with everything and sing
Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings
To the show
She's reading Dharma Bums
Preaching with a gun
Haiku in the sun oh my sweet Jesus
Flower petal burns
Crash a sharp right turn
Nothing's what you earn when you're in pieces
Maybe she met you
Made you join her crew
Poetry for you that's nothing special
Crack the whip and dash
Where the sorrows clash
Happiness is what she did embezzle
Naked on the TV screen
Dawn hit the mainstream
I saw her on the magazine
Freak in the mainstream
Everybody's angst
Is all but a prank
Payed by you on you in times of vigor
Dogma by the ton
Everyone got one
Shouting it about al full of rigor
So be a Dharma Bum
Suck your goddamn thumb
Curl into a ball that's like a fetus
Where's her zen cash crew?
They don't know what to do
Baby, we just need someone to lead us
Give me fish I'm on my knees
Freaks in the mainstream
I saw her on the magazine
What does it all mean?
And when the lights go down
We're lying naked on the ground
And when the lights come up
We mean to interrupt
And when the light does bend
Then we're you're only friends
And when the light does fade
We sing our serenade
In my fantasy dance billions
Chilling in a skinless ville
Come forth and feel the beating of the drums
When orgasmic screams of passion
Happen and the waves crash at
A distant forest fire that's just the sun
In an ancient land a man stood motionless
He called forth all the powers of the devil
To his hand
In a modern time cry people looking for a savior
Find the strength to live
You got it
Form a band
Sinkittup
War torn like a tenement
It's all a big experiment
There ain't no wrong or right when you hate god
Evil seeps like rotting corpses
Lectured on in college courses
Piling up as if it were not odd
Sinkittup
Underneath the circus tent
There sits a man his back is bent
And in his hand his only son he holds a knife
He says "hey, son, go on and do
the job it's just begun
and slice the trapeze rope it's all, yeah, just a life"
Sinkittup
Inside a cab a slab of meat
Drives aimless through the city streets
He works for nothing gunfight all the time
Then one fine day he snaps
And wraps his hand around a nine and zaps
A gas and go quadruple murder crime
Sinkittup
Walls of water feed corruption
Deconstructed interruptions
Naked timeless tunnels of the soul
Band and pop and cry
The sky shines on newborn forgotten son
To teenage momma born from rock and roll
Sinkittup
Once again Dave and Brian are exhausted. Never the less they wrap up Act 3 and touch upon drum mic techniques (spacial orientation). The quote of the week is "don't touch my cookie!" Then the fellas shout out to The Island Boys and Professor Hood, recurring musical motiffs such as "The Shire Theme" in LOTR, mention the Beatles at minute 16, talk about 90s B'more bands Juice and Sporadic Sunjam, play 6 degrees of Andrew Grimm and/or Chris Plummer, discuss "Plummerisms," detail Act 3 instrumentation, recall DC band Fallen Ones, and promote community Stream Clean Up.s http://patapscoheritagegreenway.org/.
BABY BLUE
There he stood on the doorstep for a time
Wanna work for a nickel for a dime
Mommy who Daddy who he don't know
Better now, he ain't beat, where's he go?
He's gonna roam the street
Then he steal a piece of meat
This is no place for a kid
He's the crime that others did
He doesn't know what to do
No orphanages coming true
Streets that are splattered with his blood
Streets where we walk in the sun
There he sleeps by the trashcan for a night
Abandoned child, just a child, it ain't right
Mommy who, Daddy who, he don't care
Middle March, nose it runs feet are bar
Dave: vocals and guitar
Brian - bass, engineering,production
CJ - drums
Ian - mastering
Colleen - upstairs reading
The fellas begin by saying "It's fucking like blowing up the Death Star or Indiana Jones doing absolutely nothing at the end of Raiders Of the Lost Ark!" then move on to Foster Huey's dental problems (donate to Bellas Bully Buddies! bellasbullybuddies.org), stray into cat talk(how "meow" sounds like "NOW!"), and then Dave tries to figure out what he already done wrote. Next they speak a little on Baby Blue's character arc to come, altering one's consciousness through distance running, and Steve Goddamn Earle.
DAWN'S EULOGY
You wanted something more than just somebody at the door
What you got was something less you're thinking "what in heaven for"
Ain't never got no flowers just take it one day at a time
Places lose their meaning and life becomes a rhyme
I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb
Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one
Wake up your pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor
If kindness is a virtue you're thinking, "baby, what in heaven for":
Looking for your dad in all those guys who turned out bad
Broken expectations are al that you have had
A failure brings a heartache that a pill can't ever cure
Searching and feeling empty you're thinking "baby, what in heaven for
What in heaven for"
After all that time avoiding pessimism laughs out loud
The faces they look different ain't no solace in a crowd
Old friendships fly away like a bird does in the fall
Submerged in isolation you're feeling two foot small
I said you take it as it comes and that's a rule of thumb
Sometimes you feel you ain't begun hell you're not the only one
Wake up the pillow's wet while it's lying on the floor
If kindness is a virtue you're thinking "what in heaven for
What in heaven for"
On the day that Dawn was killed nobody even knew
'Cause there's a million deaths in the city minus one or two
The murder of a whore is as tragic as can be
She meant more than that to you
She meant more than that to me
What in heaven for
You can live your life in sorrow
But what in heaven for?
WATCHING IT ON TV
Rain all the time 'cause her lover's gone
Rage in the sunshine never to belong
Crack in the windshield of a wasted throng
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
She breaks the skin and the needle's free
No sleep tonight and it's almost three
Never again try to not agree
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
All night long
She buys a new pack of cigarettes
She sits around and tries to forget
She waits for something that's not regret
Clear through the morning to be watching it on TV
Rage in her eyes but she's nodding out
Slumped by the wall in her mind she shouts
"Why is it everything's wrong about"
Watching it on TV
But there ain't no TV screen
He's here and he's feeling mean
The city will hide the screams
LOVE SONG
There's a feeling yes a feeling
I got for you call it true love
In the morning in the evening
Open on up call it true love
Ain't no sunshine ain't no dark clouds
When you're with me it's all back ground
Fading sunshine It's about time
We're together here forever
Life means nothing if I can't have you
'Cause I love you
Dave Linantud - vocals and guitar
Brian Lutz - bass
CJ Johnson - drums
Produced by Brian Lutz at Possum Studios
Mastered by Ian Burke at Invisible Studios
Davey and BriBri break down the 15th song in the Big Opera which was originally written as a direct message to Public Enemy's Chuck D. Other topics they are passionate about: Keep Starbucks out of Hampden, keep the trees at Spring Grove, when gardening basil's really important because of the pesto, and labeling music is the height of idiocy. Lastly, in my notes here, it says"Brian's band tee, SFPodcast022, Bawmer Band Trees, Strawberry Shortcake Songs, and 37:00 so there you go. Get through this Wednesday!
OLD MAN BLUES
Old man blues, understand?
Drnk as shit, I'm a man
I seen 'em rise and I seen 'em fall
Don't fuck with me, son
I'll whup your ass, all y'all
Say what's up yo baby what's up
Said I try to figure out yo baby what's up
I moan the blues I ain't ever died
I ain't never laughed I ain't never cried
Shook hands with the devil cut my deals with the Lord
I'm froze to iron of what you can't afford
Said what's up
I seen the rules so I done wrote my own
I deconstructed the gospel with a black cat bone
The thorn covered rail that's the path of the righteous
Got the voodoo hoedown just don't wait to invite us
You know vengeance ain't passion it's a loser's gold
Dawn's eyes shine a light make a slight man bold
Where the swamp licks the ocean that's where we meet our fate
So if you're running to Jesus your ass better not be late
Say what's up
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass
CJ Johnson - drums
Possum Studios
DISASTER TIME
Dawn comes from the outside she's got no insider's touch
Society's fringe, she's raring to binge, on drink and drugs and lust
She lives life by the moment, she falls in and out of love
She's randommer still, insane, if you will, no below or above
Angel White's kind of silly he's deserted in an urban maze
He sees stars in the sun, depressingly fun, imploding guns ablaze
He lives life for the dying he's got no insider's touch
Society's fringe, a bombastic cringe, existence is never cltuch
It's just disaster time
The sky melts patiently
The hovering evil lurks for you and me
It's a catastrophic world
Where we don't amount to much
We're sacrificial lambs for such and such
The last time I saw Elvis that sumbitch grew a beard
He gave up the pills, he got into stills, it really ain't that weird
He's stalking Dawn and Angel he put 'em in a book
Society's fringe a bloody syringe as if love is all it took
I done seen all three dancing I seen it clear as day
Nightmarish hued, horror imbued, beautiful in its way
Obsessed with this fucking opera I'm walking through its streets
Society's fringe, gutbucket hinge, write, learn, play, repeat
Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, and mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Produced at Possum Studios
Dave and Brian can't get the proper levels! "Hello hello hello hello hello." They tackle headphone intricacies, pining for sitars and bagpipes, merchandise design, and foody stuff.
Quotes: "Wormwood hallucinigates you."
"Let me tell you everything CM Punk has always said!" D to B natch.
DESPERATION WALTZ
Try us. If you got a reason I don't ant to hear it.
Buy us. You can't afford to just even get near it.
Slide show. Pictures of nothing and nothing plus hearsay.
Pride low. Come up for air and then watch it turn our way.
Closed up. In both physical and emotional ways.
Nose up. A false display of hope why it's still a display.
Comfort. Meted out just like a pill from a doctor.
Sore sport. It's you and it's me and it's us and it's them.
Waltzing to me, desperation.
Waltzing to me then away.
Creep show. Just like a sign on a motionless freeway.
Held low. Again and again while a sign flashes "no way."
Outside. And inside and outside and inside again.
False pride. Hell it's as good as the real thing and then some.
Waltzing to me, desperation.
Waltzing to me then away.
Waltzing to medesperation.
Waltzing to me.
Stop.
Come here. But then again just gotuen back around.\
Fun here. Or there or wherever it's good to be found.
Control. Buy it or sell it or let it just sit.
Hello. And goodbye at the same time the same time the same time.
Waltzing...
Dave Linantud - guitar and vocals
Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing
C.J. Johnson - drums
Recorded at Possum Studios spring 2016
It's the conclusion of Act 2! Also, it's the U2 strum where we couldn't get the bagpipes. Also, it's the state of the Blues according to SFP. Also, it's totally awesome that there's WAY more female bands than back in "the good old days." Also, Dave bores Brian with a VERY SMALL amount of NASCAR talk.
My notes on this are sketchy. Dave and Brian try to figure out how to stage the Big Opera and then go into an overview of Act 2 which concludes MONDAY! And talk about Ween.
Davey and Briany explain a "collage audience," aver that "good music ain't ever gonna stop being made," declare that "EW respects Science Fiction," and opine that "tobacco is the dumbest drug in the world besides junk food."
This is the song that made Brian want to do the other 79 songs. Also Dave's wife liked this song before she even met him! Ups to Monster Rob for the squawking. Also Dave Dave and Bri Bri discuss fashion sense and proper kilt color schemes. Quote of the week: "That's why people don't like me, because these people are dicks!"
DREAMGIRL
Hold this a second for me please while I scrape the blood off of my knees
Yeah please excuse me if I sneeze I just came in from overseas
I been thinking about you every day been writing down every word you say
I keep your fingernails under my bed
I keep a picture of your face inside my head
I ain't seen you in a while but I remember the way you smile
I like the way that you paint your eyes but most of all I like your style
I like your fashion sense and your taste in clothes
And the powder falling out your nose
And them earrings you gave me last July
And the tattoo of Catwoman on your thigh
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
You remind me of damage in your hair you remind me of the damned in what you wear
You remind me of your momma in your breasts
You remind me of drugs when you sit at your desk
I love the way you shaved your head
I love the way you make my bed
I love the way you crashed my car
I love the way you melt candy bars
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
I remember when you bought your farm and how you took me by the arm
And then you smashed that fire alarm you showed me you did posess some charm
But they wouldn't let us share a prison cell
I chalked the days and said oh well
When we were free we played mandolins
And reminded ourselves of original sin
You are my dreamgirl yeah it's true
Sometimes I wish that I was you
I know you wish that you were me
I just came in from over seas
Dreamgirl give me your hand Dreamgirl hell I'm your man
Dave Linantud: Vocals and guitar
Monster Rob Hornung: Saxaphone
Brian Lutz: Bass
Ryan Bowen: Drums
Best quote: "You were looking at your notes then you took your glasses off then you forgot everything."
Lesson learned: Brian is a technophobe who loves science.
HE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
He's frightened she's coming his way
He's speeding he don't know what to say
Last night he planned today
Right now he don't know what to say
How many times can a manshrink in life
How many times can he fail to meet his wife
How many times can he turn his back on love
She ain't happy no help from above
He turned and watched him walk away
He stuttered he don't know what to say
She sighed cigarette ash float away
She cried he don't know what to say
Yeah yeah yeah
He sat his brain melted away
He watches she don't know what to say
She sleeps her time come today
He wakes he don't know what to say
For the record the drummer in Pritty Hary was Feise! In the commentary track for "My Own Electric Chair" Dave Dave and Bri Bri apparently send "shout outs" to Paul Kelley and PJ Deboy, according to mine own "notes." This is the song where the world of the big opera begins expansion. Up to the beginning of the second act everything could have taken place in modern times. These two songs are the first steps to world building. But they also work as stand alone songs.
MY OWN ELECTRIC CHAIR
I'm the man who pulls the switch
For the killing son of a bitch
He murdered now he'll die
He might kill again or lie
I'm alright bit uptight execute Monday night
Tuesday night watch a fight execute I'm alright
I've heard of atom bombs
and I've heard of protest songs
But when a man will kill and rob
I've got to do my job
First we shave his head get rid of all that hair
Then we strap him down to the electric chair
Alright
I'm the man who pulls the switch
profit from a nervous twitch
When all is done and through
should I kill me too
First we shave his head get rid of all that hair
Then we strap him down to the electric chair
So first I'll shave my head get rid of all my hair
And get what I deserve in my own electric chair
In my own electric chair
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