letter to the east coast being joan crawford at 21 was easy living in new haven in 1925 was simple and kind like you and me at the start it¡¦s right and bright at the top but the rook¡¦s not to blame for those who didn¡¦t have an endgame the tenements of new haven, 2010, spare me that, my friend being joan crawford at the end, well that was hard you and me at the start it¡¦s simple and pure at the top but the rook¡¦s not to blame for those who didn¡¦t have an endgame - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: guitar, wurlitzer, moog source erik friedlander: cello plymouth rock tuwaitha on a moonless night blacked out, except for the street fires my first raid, made up like a shawnee brave, I even had my head shaved when we jumped off the deck white bullets tore right through my neck I lost the reason I lost the reason I¡¦m here¡K grabbed my throat, heart pumped blood flow until my clothes were crimson soaked body was wet, collapsing down I lay there as the guns blazed around sew me up again get me out of here I lost the reason I lost the reason I¡¦m here¡K - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: acoustic and electric guitar, arp odyssey, rhodes alex decarville: drums john hofer: drums scott solter: acoustic, electric, and ebowed guitar, percussion, boxharp, tape manipulation, landscapes exodus damage I¡¦ll see you next fall at another gun show I¡¦ll call the day before, like usual but I wanted so much more I got exodus damage bleed, could not commit, some things I¡¦ll never be so now we¡¦re talking about this I¡¦m starting to lose my confidence no one ever says a word about so much that happens in the world dance dance revolution all we¡¦re gonna get unless it falls apart so I say: go go go let it fall down I¡¦m ready for the end so the second plane hit at 9:02 I saw it live on a hotel tv, talking on my cell with you you said this would happen, and just like that, it did wrong about the feeling, wrong about the sound but right to say we would stand down an hour went by without a fighter in the sky you said there¡¦s a reason why so tell me now, I must confess I¡¦m not sick enough to guess dance dance revolution all we¡¦re gonna get unless it falls apart so I say: go go go let it fall down I¡¦m ready for the end so you hope that one person could solve everything and for me, that¡¦s you sometimes that dream is a sad delusion but sometimes it¡¦s true so now we¡¦re talking about this I¡¦m starting to lose my confidence no one ever says a word about so much that happens in the world dance dance revolution all we¡¦re gonna get unless it falls apart so I say: go go go let it fall down I¡¦m ready for the end - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: acoustic guitars matt henry cunitz: mellotron vocal choir/pipe organ and mellotron strings/flute alex decarville: drums dave douglas: drums scott solter: theme, ad202 baldwin organ, baritone, baya drum, vibraphone, treated tabla drums, wahed guitar peacocks in the video rain you can tell a cable from a tourniquet when 10,000 12-year-olds mouth along tiny broken operatic sounds dissolved a loss that could not be found I know your mother I watched her watching you sequined 8-year-old cowboy she knew exactly what to do I love you too I¡¦m only lonely through and through my friends say it¡¦s sad to hang my hat on such a silly pop singer an off the wall ringer but to stand and deliver at such an undeniable cost love is hard to give love is hard to take so I¡¦m out the door on a 10-week tour so please get my mail and tell donnie I had to bail I love you too I¡¦m only lonely through and through I saw a boy in shibuya mapping out your moves against a wall they filmed ¡§high and low¡¨ sending you a message sending you a code I love you too I¡¦m only lonely through and through - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: piano, wurlitzer alex decarville: drums dave douglas: drums rob douglas: bass nedelle: vocals bill rousseau: electric guitar scott solter: wurlitzer, hammond b3 outer mission sambanista battery: chris mcgrew, alex decarville, scott solter trance manual cross the palisade at the holiday inn see the mujahidin barricades just walk right through past the bullhorns and sleepy 47s right by the coalition guards I¡¦m in the back of the second floor basement I¡¦ll have my editors arrange for payment come to me now you are warming weather come to me now the kind that comes with sandbags along the river wear your aqua mirabilis dotted on your pulse points a miraculous transformation ahh my aching joints you are a vision in the air cheap lipstick, bleached hair ohh dressed like that you are a flag of a dangerous nation oh dressed just like that you are some kind of declaration come to me now you are warming weather come to me now the kind that comes with sandbags along the river here cowboy bars and dance clubs don¡¦t exist the trance manual says just stand alone and then shift and shift come to me now you are warming weather come to me now the kind that comes with sandbags along the river - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: moog subs, mellotron flute, mellotron strings erik friedlander: cello scott solter: H3000 church bells, ebowed landscape guitar, sky saw guitar, varispeed steel drums new zealand pines golden gate park we walked our mondays there safe inside our replica they have a garden there where climates of the world are laid out on a walking tour you were my proof you were my wetsuit I will be okay if I can keep the things I love at bay winter light falls through south america onto new zealand pines ranger locked the gates I took cover under the dead wood and fragrant vines you were my proof you were my wetsuit I will be okay if I can keep the things I love at bay - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: rhodes, guitar, space station matt henry cunitz: celeste, orchestron choir, pump organ, hohner claviola nedelle: vocals radiant with terror radiant with terror lyrics adapted from robert lowell¡¦s ¡§fall 1961¡¨ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: acoustic guitar dave douglas: timpani, orchestral bells, crotales, glockenspiel, conga continuation how could the killer keep killing now that the killer¡¦s dead? the killer¡¦s way was known to no one and the telltale clues are locked inside the detective¡¦s head he¡¦s been dead for days still killing us anyway there is me and rieger and thomson and foley only and thomson and foley don¡¦t fit the profile got a break in the case soon I¡¦m going to make him I¡¦ll wait until he kills again then I¡¦m gonna come down how could the killer keep killing now that the killer¡¦s dead? so detective rieger stands alone as the suspect killer, he was a good cop but always a little off got a break in the case soon I¡¦m going to make him I¡¦ll wait until he kills again then I¡¦m gonna come down so I shadowed rieger until he became a part of me after weeks of pursuit we locked up in a feedback loop he was following me too - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - matt henry cunitz: bass guitar erik friedlander: cello john hofer: drums scott solter: electric guitar, baritone, vibraphone, hammond b3 drawbars, tar drum dear sarah shu dear sarah shu, I leave for you all I knew about this job on microcassette for further review what it meant to me how you¡¦ll make it dear, hopefully it¡¦s dangerous here yes it¡¦s dangerous here peer round corners with dental mirrors, heed the threats, taking cautionary measures, in the end, it is love you¡¦ll have to learn to survive dear sarah shu, I leave for you all I knew about this job on palmcorder for future review your office will flood every night, it¡¦s water, don¡¦t try to fight it suspend all your files using my system of hanging wires break apart what I connected show what I only suggested ¡¦cause in the end it was love I had to learn to survive picture me by the window sill wrapped in copper wire, my autumn sleeves, with torn up directives spread round the floor like shoreham leaves picture me locking office door, now kneeling down on the floor, screaming: ¡§protection, I can make it, I can make it!¡¨ peer round corners with dental mirrors, heed the threats, taking cautionary measures, but in the end, it is love you¡¦ll have to learn to survive so long, sarah shu, farewell to you, stay calm, stay sweet, regards from the other side of the teeth break apart what I connected show what I only suggested ¡¦cause in the end it was love we had to learn to survive - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: gated acoustic, moog source alex decarville: drums erik friedlander: cello matt greenberg: trumpet scott solter: hammond spinet farewell transmission hold on hold on your dad didn¡¦t know the age of the sun but now we know the hour it was born how does that help us now? hold on hold on we need your pretty words in clipped and chanted verse your race depends on you and I do too hold on hold on ride until the morning light your ancestors depend on you to see them through and I do too - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: piano, guitar scott solter: vibraphone, steel drum angela angela don¡¦t be mad there¡¦s something I¡¦ve got to tell you dear before you come back here I lost, I lost your bunny I let him out of the cage he was eating spring mix on the carpet he jumped through a window into the haze and hopped down magnolia boulevard no way he¡¦ll survive maybe those last days of freedom were the best of his life angela I know you don¡¦t mean that dear take it as sign all your hopes and dreams were whispered into some dead rabbit sheen angela we searched until dawn the last time I saw him he was lovingly crossing the henderson¡¦s front lawn then he hopped down magnolia boulevard no way he¡¦ll survive maybe those last days of freedom were the best of his life angela it¡¦s no way to live all your hopes and fears were whispered into some dead rabbit¡¦s ears what do we have left here anyway? the abandoned warehouse scene mean art kids, half-hearted openings and synthesized, bullshit art dreams let¡¦s leave magnolia boulevard it¡¦s the only way we¡¦ll survive get some land out in the middle of nowhere¡K - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: rhythm ace, piano, moog source, guitar, mellotron flute, space station dave douglas: drums matt henry cunitz: orchestron cello, celeste, mellotron vibes dead slate pacific at my low point I went to a professional he asked me some questions sent me to a doctor there¡¦s a moment there, when you¡¦re under a doctor¡¦s care when you¡¦re safe and hopeful punched in the code ran up the stairwell he asked more questions gave me celexa that¡¦s when I really knew the only thing standing between me and that long rope over a carpenter¡¦s beam was you I went off the pills bought my ticket I used to think there was nothing between us just 6,000 miles of the dead, slate pacific but on that united flight in a white hot panic I sank to the bottom of the sea my countless horrible creatures complicated undersea secrets if I didn¡¦t go diving there with a spear gun, knife and flare how would I ever make it through that¡¦s when I really knew the only thing standing between me and that long rope hung on a carpenter¡¦s beam was you - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - jv: acoustic guitar crc7173, affectionately we all have to fall, but why so fast and so far? it¡¦s so much better now it¡¦s so much better now desk drawer pharmacy crc7173 we all have to fall, but why so fast and so far? what you said is a god damned lie there¡¦s plenty left to lose it stared me down and left me shaking in my shoes it¡¦s so much better now it¡¦s so much better now stamped on the front and the back: crc7173 desk drawer pharmacy affectionately - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - matt henry cunitz: bass, hammond B3, piano, orchestron choir alex decarville: drums scott solter: javanese percussion, tom toms, vibraphone, tape loops bonus track: the kingdom I was stranded in the hospital ward again if they pick you up this is where you¡¦ll meet your end when the bombs went off they moved the capitol north you better be enlisted, you ought to be conscripted to fight the sino war it would not be for baltimore, that I would die for it wouldn¡¦t be for country or castle or keep but me there¡¦s no way to win a shadow war when every radical you stab excites a hundred more there¡¦s a place, the rust belt, I¡¦ve heard it¡¦s free it was hardest hit, we were busy fighting the wrong enemy I found an abandoned factory on the edges of a lake it seems they made bread there and it smelled of pies and cake I slept on bags of rye and yeast I wandered through the fields of honey clover, dead machines, and wheat - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - erik friedlander: cello matt greenberg: piano, trumpet scott solter: roberts tape deck feedback matt henry cunitz: bass