THE DRIVER SAYS IT'S OVER, YES
"I need to sleep" 's what she said
Out loud to none when she bled
Emotional projects of despair
Wondrously woven through her silk hair
Flowing freely like a winter sun
That's setting 'fore its work is done
It never settles in a sky
That's wounded enough to try
Conversely the arguments fly
Evenly like sandless beaches
Grasping at a butterfly that's
Floating just outside of reachless
Hands that grasp at everything
To be or was or so it seems
To blast off into evening streams
Of sunlight shadow dusty seams
Of reason
Of treason
Of poison
Beholden
Of superstitious portions of a
Brew that's boiling patiently
The driver says it's over, yes
It's over
Transparent transparency
Trans piracy
Piracy unbroken dreams
Cascading falls of brawling emotions
Pirated away
Spirited away
A way difference scorned
Crisis crises
Spices sailed from foreign lands landing
Unhanded
Mishandled
'Til the nothingness surrounds astounding
Fractured like a broken heart
Punctured but still beating
Still beating
Over and over
Yes it's over and over
"I need to sleep" 's what she said
The moon lurked softly by and by
Around the mourning of a sparrow
Whistling Neil Young's"Broken Arrow"
Harvesting a crop of memories
That motion t'wards the center
Of a universe that hangs a sign
The sign reads "do not enter"
The driver says it's over, yes
It's over
Notes from a podcast:
-Brian wardrobe update.
-Beatles reference at under 2 minutes
-Brian thinks Ringo is George.
-Singing side two of ABBEY ROAD at parties.
-Metal splinters from drywall screws.
-5 yawns in a matter of 7 minutes.
-The romantic poets and the Romantics.
-"Winter" by Shakespeare quote.
-"Get into gear, brain!"
-The fellas talk blowing in fiberglass insulation in an attic.
-29:00
-THEN the fellas talk about traffic in DC.
-THEN they speak on profanity's role in music.
-"Looks like it's time to take off into the bus stop."
-Pro wrestling mention at 51:00.
Why me why you why try try to
Why not why not you
Why should I try to
Why am I so blue
Why can't I see through
Notes Of a Podcast Poem
What's Brian wearing?
"This act is like the day after you eat acid." (sic)
"At our age people want to go home."
*DARK MATTER spoilers*
*CONTINUUM spoilers*
Supergirl AGAIN
Brian watched the POINT BREAK remake for some reason
And breaks down the GHOSTBUSTERS remake
Dave's phone breaks and hijacks the entire podcast
SIMPSONS reference @ 36 minutes
39:00
THEN the importance of a balanced diet and hydration
THEN how many socks must one wear in cold weather?
THEN they complain about steel toe work boots
"Take that thumb out of your ass and stick it in your mouth, crybaby"
No Beatles reference!!!!!!!
(Dawn POV)
The song was wrong all along ain't wrong
It's gone just gone away
The dream it seems it means to be
Free and gone away
The song was long the throng is gone
Long gone with ease
The crowd was loud but now out loud
Announce to all I gotta leave
Where is the sun to guide us through the dark?
Has it begun to even touch the mark?
How can it be when ours is just to question why?
Where do you go when you never want to die?
When the clock becomes the enemy and night time gets so cold
Last call for something more thn simply growing old
How can I ive without that ragged company?
It ain't for free
Cause I gotta leave yeah yeah yeah
I gotta leave
'Cause it ain't for free no no no
Here's the commentary track for Act 6 Baby Blue song 2 "Fever Dream." The fellas start off with "What is Brian wearing?" Then Dave can't pronounce "car...ni...val...bar...ker."
Quote one: "Tell you what. This is enough drugs to kill a younger man."
Then the fellas talk about "Safe European Home"by the Clash and "HappyJack" by the Who.
Quote two: "We're all skaters and musicians let's just do this thing."
Then they comment on the idiocy of "covers band" v "originals band."
Beatles mention at 25 minutes.
Next is how John Coltrane is NOT a doofus.
Quote three: "Yeah, dude, spiders are bitchin'."
Doctor Who mention at 32 minutes.
Then the fellas talk about the "dumbs" versus the "smarts."
Quote four: "The only way to gain power is to crush everything in your path."
*SPOILER* SECTION: Luke Cage, Dark Matter, the Flash, Arrow, Supergirl (better on CW than CBS), and the Marvel Universe in general.
FEVER DREAM
(Dawn POV)
Listen up gather 'round there's a new thing to be found
All around everything you -n- me
Have a care bout the things everyone get up and sing
Bout the way you and me can be free
I want a super new computer
But no one can ever use her
And the only one who knows her is me
And if somebody tried to get her
They couldn't even find her
And the only one who knew her would be me
Here's a joke or a screed to all the people now in need
Find the truth if you want to be free
Give a look or a wink don't care what anybody thinks
If you blink then you will miss it to be free
And if you think of even lying
There's no point in even trying
Cause then there ain't no meaning you see?
And if that ship just sails away
Just take the next ship the next day
And say "I didn't think that last ship wanted me"
Here's a look for the night when every other thing was right
And the only thing that matters here is you
Find a hope and a dream if you don't know what it means
Well the only one who needs to know is you
Come on
Take a breath or a day play it every other way
If you can't get back to zero then it's right
On the beach in the sun in the mountains on the run
Find the way to the day to fool the night
Fever Dream
Dave: guitar and vocals
Brian: bass, engineering, mixing
Ochster: drums and percussion
Ian: mastering, mixing
Bring the maul? Pro wrestling mention at 6 minutes. The fellas talk about new tattoos, the similarities between Chinggis Khan and Socrates, and the difference between Western Europe and the Classical World. Then Brian comes to terms with his recent Midwest trip to tend to his in-law's farm including country fried steaks. Then they get into the intricacies of tractor repair, spoilers in re "Gotham," and wait until 30 minutes in to mention the Beatles. Then they bemoan the slowness of the process getting medicinal marijuana up and running in Maryland, plug People's Pizza in Rehoboth, DE, and spoil season 2 of "Dark Matter."
BRING THE MALL
(Elvis POV)
Bring the mall and crash it to it's knees
Grow a dozen spineless wheezing trees
Circumstance confronted for a buck
Scream and rant and yell "what the fuck"
Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground
Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down
Boil it up frustration with its sauce
Arguments excelsior with the boss
Trade a name and number and a look
Fish a corpse out of the country brook
Fourteen in a bottle raze it to the ground
Laugh at evil sell it rich to keep you down
Maybe, man, the world don't make no sense
So a song reflects a vision that's all pretense
In the meeting of the matter of a trillion minds
That together all together go collectively blind
In the bedrock formed a condo bath
In a motion that gives man's epitaph
To a surly motherfucker in construction boots
With a fortune in his pocket from laundry chutes
So gather 'round the stage to see
Employment congregations in a word to be
Exploited in a question of monopoly
That never gives an answer of what's to be
For a moment just a moment in a fashion craze
And a trillion motherfuckers living in a daze
Of a colony that's bitterest of them all
In a sentence of an essence, man, bring the mall
Bring the mall
Dave - guitar and vocals
Engineered and mixed by Brian
Mastered by Ian
Love & Hate v Love/Hate. We roll through Ochster's life, why and when for the drums, and drop a buttload of pop music references. To whit: The Great Rock and Roll Swindle, Kiss, Jimi, Southwest DC, Tony Orlando & Dawn (ed. Andy ups the energy quotient around a gazillion percent), Forgotten Sons, Dischord Records, the Ramones (ed. I'm wearing a Ramones shirt right now), u2, Steve Earle, Clutch (ed. CLUTCH!), u2's discography, David Lee Roth's career as a paramedic, drum gear, etc. Beatles mention at 37 minutes. Then we talk Fist Ladies Man! Go to firstladiesman.com
Here is the new end theme for the podcast. There's a fine line between cleverand stupid.
We were going to do Act 3 with "Old Man Blues" book-ending it like a Neil Young album but then stayed with the original song order. This here is the acoustic Act opener that we ended up ditching! It's also a nice callback after the two big suites.
Checklist: Bob Sipes's "Air Band," Reo Speedwagon, Alice Cooper, Ralph Stanley, Flock Of Seagulls, Hank Williams, Charlie Pride, Loretta Lynn, George Jones, Oak Ridge Boys, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Rush, Chris Plummer, "No racists," Public Enemy, NWA, and a Beatles mention at the 13:40 mark. You'll have to listen to the rest!
Dave says what Brian is wearing as they record this podcast immediately after recording vocals on THE VACUUM. The fellas cycle through various shout outs namely to Joe Gallagher, Dennis Barth, Mike Kerr, and Chris plummer PLUS the introduction of the characters Chinggis Khan and Julius Caesar. Then the fellas expound upon Ancient and Medieval history. Also Mr Wind was fun with to hang out. Dave does a Captain Vane impression.
Term of the week: "Piece of ass-ness."
Then the fellas survey the general state of SciFi TV and go spoiler crazy giving away major plot points to Batman V Superman: Dawn Of Justice, Daredevil, and Game Of Thrones all seasons.
Dave and Brian start by getting levels and reminisce upon wife meetings. Then there's a John Lennon mention at the 7 minute mark. Brian talks about cleaning up his hard drive which turned out not as awesomely as hoped. Then Dave notes that the O's were beating the Royals 5-0. Then they launch into a pop culture potpourri consisting of Donny and Marie, Hee Haw, the Monkees, the Gong Show, F Troop, Scooby Doo, Pre Cable TV, Frank Turner, Lucero, and Marah (Philly is a rowdy town). Then Dave sings Ween's "Freedom of 76" and Joe Flacco stops by.
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 and Brian break down the Sync after it has been payed out twice and then get into the nitty gritty of the recording of the take that eventually made its way to the podcast.
Quote 1: "So good to see Joey. Love that son of a bitch."
Quote 2: "You look funny without a beard."
There's the obligatory Beatles mention somewhere around 20 minutes. After that the fellas spend more time trying to figure out staging eventually settling vaguely on "a web series as good as the SyFy shows" along with a feature film.
Quote 3: "We're guys that drive trucks and vans it's amazing we've got this far."
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