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__CINEMA PELIGROSA
__ECLIPSE
__PAST LIFE RECORDINGS
__CLOSE YOUR EYES
__FANTASMAS
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CINEMA PELIGROSA -
1994
01. THE MISINFORMED VS. THE UNIFORMED
02. 70 X 7
03. THE FINAL DIS
04. DEATH OF THE INSECT QUEEN
05. MUTANT LOVER SPECIAL
06. VICTIM
07. THE FOSSIL
08. MATCHES FOR THE FUSE
09. HAVING THE DEVIL ON YOUR SIDE
10. UNDER THE LID
11. BLUE LIGHTS BECKON
12. POSESSION WEAPON
13. A PLACE TO CRASH
14. CINEMA PLASTIQUE
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Cinema Peligrosa
was released in the Fall of 1994 on Undone.
PAUL: Listening to this years later, over a decade later is magical. It takes me right back into the studio mentally, into the tiny house that I lived in on East 15th Street next to the Oakwood cemetary, and into our hot practice space in the back of Ern and Jorge's house on East 20th Street.
Tim Kerr produced this at Sweatbox on Fifth Street. The place burned down the last few years. It's a crazy sounding album. There's so much going on here. So many layers. It doesn't sound like anything I listen to these days. We weren't really into predictable song structures and were trying to write stuff that was pushing people's expectations. I was listening to a lot of Tom Waits at the time, and into Diamanda Galas as far as doing unusual things with vocals and recording. Some of that comes through in the multi-layering and whispering tracks. As a group we all paid attention to what was going on in D.C., and to bands like Sonic Youth which we were always getting compared to. Tim Kerr tried hard to get me to sing more melodically like Gang of Four, but at the time I was resistant to go in that direction and was more into a punk approach like Patti Smith, more of a from-the-gut feeling versus a controlled calculated practiced singer. Tim did some backup vocal stuff on Victim and other spots. He was really good about getting us to play more than two takes on stuff and was great to have with us directing things in the studio. We were always kind of a five headed monster recording, with everyone pitching in their ideas, but someone needs to be there to make executive decisions sometimes. I learned a lot from him about where to place sounds within the mix, as far as left, right, centered or whatever.
Sonically we probably had enough ideas and songs for two records, but we used almost all of them here. It's a lot to swallow in one listen, but I think the more you listen to this record the more you hear and discover. We were working everyday on the material for months before we went in to the studio trying to finish the new songs. We had like 20 or so older songs which we could've recorded in there for this, but we were always pushing ourselves to write something new. So some songs like Under the Lid and Place to Crash had never been played live before we recorded them.
The state of the band going into the sessions was tense. Noone was getting along. Juan wasn't speaking to Jorge. Jorge was speaking to noone. Absent a lot. Linus and I were always arguing about lyrics or vocal delivery or art. Ern and Linus were debating song structure. We were practicing like five or six times a week, and at one point Juan told me that he was tired of being married to this band. He said he didn't want any more projects planned after our tour.
I was booking the tour myself, at the same time trying to finish the LP with everyone. It was intense and crazy. I'd spend hours on the phone, and then go to practice, and go to work at my crappy food delivery job. I was also washing dishes at Stars. We were all stretched thin. And I think all of this struggling and tension came out in the lyrics.
I remember Juan telling me that as he listened to the demo he just got more and more depressed , the songs were all really negative.
Right after we finished mixing, we left for tour for like five weeks. It was the worst tour. Not many shows for the time we were out. After that, Juan moved back to San Antonio to go back to art school. I was afraid that might be it for us, and it really could've been if not for the album being released after the tour. Everyone loved it and we were getting all this radio play at KVRX, it was number one there for over a month, beating out Blues Explosion and shit and so this was exciting for us, and all these good shows kept coming our way like Slant 6 and Lungfish.
CINEMA PELIGROSA |
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The
Misinformed vs. The Uniformed
Did you hear the one about the man who bought himself a gun and shot every cop in view?
He said "I'll never get done, I'll never get through until the last dead cop is glue.
Gonna make a huge paper mache, cook up a deep stew then we'll all eat good sleep good that day."
What about you?
Gonna bring all the bottles, bikes and bats
Arm all the dogs and cats to the teeth
Wanna be a lawyer? There's no future in law
I've been hearing it all
The whisper is the word
I'm not sure, it's just what I've heard
What about you? What about you?
What about you? Can you handle the news?
Can you handle it?
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Start
your prayers! Stop the press!
Everybody dress for success!
Did you read the way our country drove the terror away? And no one died. Yeah right. Now we occupy for the good of all.
Can you leave your TV sets to see what comes next?
I'm waiting by. Tell me about it.
More news at five, check back again to see if I'm dead or alive.
What about you? What about you?
Can you handle the news? Can you handle it?
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Start your prayers! Stop the press!
Everybody dress for success!
So I put on a tight fit and I zipped up right.
I had it all in place so square
Infiltrated the layer of the High Top where the plans are drawn
They didn't know it was me I had a uniform on
and a gun with bullets for the assassination of Number One
He's going down like that
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Start your prayers! Stop the press!
Everybody dress for success!
Suck for your death
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Misinformed vs. The Uniformed
PAUL: This is pretty raw. We also recorded another
version with vocals more relaxed, but in the end I preferred the more
punk feel. It's about a revolution. The uniformed being the cops.
The beginning noise fuck up is from one of our practice tapes. We recorded
every session and sometimes a beautiful moment like that was caught on
magnetic tape. We were very much into the accidental qualities of the
machine eating the tape, and then using that on the final output.
Tim encouraged me to sing this more laid back, and kept making me listen
to Gang of Four, Wire, U-Men, and soul stuff like Marvin Gaye, Same Cooke,
Wilson Pickett, Lou Rawls, and stuff to get the idea. I tried it, but
we went with the crazed version. I told him I wanted a more John Lydon/Patti
Smith take. The song is in the mind of a revolutionary, an assassin who's
after the President or leader. The media coporations have been taken over
by the government and are feeding the population lies about a war.
ERNEST: Musically this song had a bit of a Police influence. Lyrically
these words still seem relevant to me. But I cant remember much
about this since we worked so hard on every bit of Cinema, this one was
just another song in that period.
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70 X 7
Instrumental
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70 x 7
PAUL: This is themelodic theme to Victim repeated
with single guitar. Linus recorded this in the graveyard next to our house.
Funny that. Nice sound of sirens in the background. The east side of Austin
is full of sirens every night. To clarify, the background is from the
cemetary, and the guitar was overdubbed in the studio, if my memory doesn't
fail me. It usually does.
ERNEST: 70x7 is also a biblical reference. Christ
was asked how many times one should forgive and that was his response,
70x7. So is the Victimizer asking for forgiveness and is remorseful?
PAUL: Nothing like that was thought of. We needed a title, and since Victim
was about revenge, Linus said well let's call it this, so it speaks of
forgiveness. But we definitely had reservations about the title, because
we didn't want anyone to think we were a Christian band. In the end we
went with it because we liked the numbers.
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The Final Dis
One for us / one for them
Don't be confused / I'll achieve my end
The final dis, yeah final dis
You want that but I want this
Never return to the scene of the crime
Final dis, kiss my fist
You want that? Take some of this
Oh I'm so glad / Erase me from your list
We like our new client but he's sicker than shit
Never return to the scene of the crime
The Leper lost his face but another one took its place so fast.
Now he only gots one but this one talks out of its ass.
Never return to the scene of the crime
Never return to the scene of the crime
Never return to the scene of the crime
Never return to the scene of the crime
Never return to the scene of the crime
Never return to the scene of the crime
I got you, you got me / I got you last
I'll bury your ass
All I want is just one kiss
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The FInal
Dis
PAUL: I've got to give props to Sons of Hercules,
who I ripped a lyric from. Not sure if it was original for them or a cover
though. Never return to the scene of the crime. This song is about feeling
burned by someone, and wanting to get revenge. The version on the record
was recorded on 4-track at sweatbox. We also recorded a version with 24
tracks that sounds more studio. This is like the most Stoogesish song
we could do at the time. All the songs on the record have these layers
within the lyrics. It isn't just about revenge. It also mentions getting
sick. "Now I got it I'm fucked, Now you got it so what? Give me a
kiss." It presents the song as a slice of life from the character,
not just a specific idea about a specific event, but of multiple events
happening on the same day.
ERNEST: Paul, how about the Leper reference? I love this song personally.
There are some very strange guitar chords. Its very hyper and difficult
but fun to play live.
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Death of the Insect Queen
Come visit me in the minefield my love
Come under umbrella to protect your soft-skinned skull
Forecast said it might be hail
I'm numb
Come visit me oh please come
My pets have wings of mercury and bodies of stone
Please try not to step on my pets
They are building me a nest to live in
One with many windows and doors
So I can spend my time locking and latching and locking
In the sky a roar fit to level my perfectly
square made house
I've got some news for you
You aren't gonna like
They don't talk back
Driving by on I-35 the blue lights beckon this monster from heaven
Oh I hope to go someday I might live under the freeway
So I'm diggin under
My skin might change color
Singing to the bright lights
navigating towards the moon
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Death of
the Insect Queen
PAUL:
We were always really excited by this song and thought of it as one of
the best on the records. We're stretching out musically and structurally.
There's some nice background vocals from Ernest in here. In the middle
section, which is like a minute long, we added the sound of kittens which
were living on our back porch. At the end there's some nice sounds of
crickets and a bird.
Vocally, it's out there. Very much Diamanda Galas influenced I have to
say. I was treating my voice as an instrument which could make whatever
sounds it could as opposed to singing pretty melodies. The layering of
vocal tracks in the different channels I think gives it a feeling from
the point of view of someone with mutliple personalities. I've always
been turned on by that vocally. To use the technology that's available
in the studio instead of going for this live sound.
I wrote this when I was living alone in this tiny house. It was falling
apart and was like built in the first part of the century. It's about
being alone I think. It's hard to say, the songs change their meaning
for me over time.
ERNEST: Tim had a great idea of adding some 808 bass on this, to bring
out the low end. This was our first epic song. The middle noise part was
just crazy to play live, so much fun. I remember at one point we all grabbed
a guitar and Tim and Paul Stautinger recorded us making a bunch of noise.
The kittens and crickets are buried deep within. I love the Austin references
(anyone who has lived in Austin knows about the blue lights in the city).
Cinema is full of Austin references come to think of it. This is one of
my all-time favorite recorded songs.
PAUL: The blue lights are speaking about the old runway lights at the
old airport. The line is about a plane coming in to land which was such
a part of old 90s Austin before they moved the airport way south. Planes
would come in right over Tamale House on Airport and 51st, and right over
our first house actually on 51st street.
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Mutant Lover Special
A proposition, what's your position?
Like the coils of a snake we are joined
Tail to head, head to tail
Fangs break skin
Could I have poisoned my best friend?
I don't care who ends up on top of whom
I'm taking the blood from your veins
Don't complain. When I replace the drain you won't be the same
I don't care who ends up on top of whom
A proposition, what's your position?
Resting on the porch outside
A figure four
We play to vicious
I'm eating you because you're nutricious
I don't care who
Now there's something you must choose
Mutant Lover me amor, especial
But there is the question of incurable heartbreak
In shambles, broken records, vacant lots, unemptied ashtrays, in piles,
on the floor
A kiss, a touch, behind closed doors
I'm taking the blood from your veins
You won't be the same
Don't complain
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Mutant Lover
Special
PAUL: This song sounds like it should be really
happy, but then the words are all about two people sucking the life out
of each other. Linus wrote these words, and I'm not sure if it was about
me and someone, Ernest and someone, or him and someone, or maybe all three,
or maybe just relationships in general. Again the idea of poisoning someone
or making them sick comes up.
It's dark but still humorous.
ERNEST: I played this on my Fender Jazzmaster which didnt last long.
I think we were all living this kind of dysfunctional lovelife. My guitar
uses an open tuning on this, so we hardly ever played it live consequently.
This is our version of a messed-up love song on the album (Eclipse has
Copilot, CYE has Us + The Bad Past).
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Victim
I feel like I wish I had a gun in my hand
Double-barrelled, loaded
I'm going over to your house, walk over to your place, take you garbage cans and throw that shit all over the ground, just like that it'll be so easy, I know where you live. Gonna take a huge rock, throw it through your front window, I'm in I see you, I know where you are. It doesn't matter where you're hiding nothing matters anymore except what you done to me so long ago, see you in the kitchen in front of your microwave, in front of your mirror, your vanity glass, it doesn't matter anymore I'm dragging you out into the street
I'm the victim / I'm the vicitm
Remember my face when you lay your head down at night on your pillow case / you're so cozy / you're so comft / with your socks pulled up and your covers over your shoulder / I'm sorry / I'm sorry /
It'll wash away the traces of fatigue / your morning glass of water / but not me/ take a taste / not my memory / take a taste
I wish I had a long sword, razor sharp, double-edged, Gonna cut you open like a swollen fish / See your bloody red gills pumping sucking for H2O, your tail flapping around on the Gulf Coast of Mexico, Gonna cut you open from ear to ear, from chin to toe, I see your heart pumping, Reach my hand inside and give it a squeeze / See the blood coming out / watch it flow watch it run down your leg/ out your pants / filling up your shoes / Flowing over / My cup runneth over, I dig a hole, I plant a seed, I fertilize, it grow so tall, going up going high going up going up to the sun, up high, high, high, gonna climb it / gonna build a grapefruit tree, going up just for me, see that big juicy grapefruit / that will grow my vitamins abcdefg, go up go up I go up there so fast
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Victim
PAUL: Revenge song. Musically I think this was influenced
a little by Blues Explosion. Tim does some backing whispered vocal stuff,
as does Ernest. For the ending section I was calling on Patti Smith for
inspiration, specifically "Poppies" off of Radio Ethiopia. She
wouldn't accept my calls. When this was recorded we went into it right after
this huge long noise thing at the end of There's A Strain which was released
on the Seek Sound Shelter comp. on Dot/Zit. So the beginning is also the
ending of Train.
ERNEST: Another doozy. I also felt a bit of a Blues Explosion influence
on this. The ending and how it just cuts off was stolen from The Beatles
Shes So Heavy and a nice end to the first side. I know
its an angry song, but I dont think of it as misogynistic at all.
In the end, the character is singing Im the Victim, Im
the Victim. In this blind-anger-rage scenario, the person inflicting
or fantasizing is actually the one who is the victim. Some cool guitar chords
and a very nightmarish, disjointed middle section where I sing Pauls
lyrics for the first time. I always wanted to hear Victim and Theres
A Strain mixed together to remember how they were connected.
PAUL: No it's not misogynistic. I always thought of it as two men in a war.
The lines get confused as to who's saying what, I think it changes up, but
basically both characters are out for revenge, there's blood spilt, and
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The Fossil
Frozen fossil says his prayers to the moon
I know they're coming soon
Each day I greet these frozen dinners
Because they're my family
I learned the credo well as it was taught to me
They live on top of me
All the years read the signs
Fifty years ago in time
Petrified, homogenized, the worst generation
The one that was mine
I learn the credo well
As it is taught to me
I learn to crawl on the land
I always thought I would lead
They live on top of me
Lightning strikes the heart
Blood beating cooly
Now tearing skin apart
Severed from the ground
So glad that I am found
You're so proud
You play it loud
I'm slippin gout of the buzz
The here and now
Don't forget when you were born
Who was there?
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The Fossil
PAUL: This is something that Linus and I wrote together.
For me it's partly about our father, from his point of view, maybe feeling
regret. Hopefully the listeners can pull what they want and have their
own interpretation.
There's a really cool theramin in the end which may have been Tim's idea.
He brought that into the studio and all of his old hollow-body guitars
for us to use for overdubs. It's one of my favorite tracks on the record.
ERNEST: I love playing this song. The buildup is really tense. I remember
thinking this song is what it feels like to grow up with the weight of
history pressed upon you, and how our voices as artists would never be
heard because of the way music was (is?) presented on MTV, so in a way,
our music would always be frozen in time like a fossil. Hopefully one
day people can here it and make sense of it. But I also thought about
your Dad.
Oh yeah, thats not theremin. Tim brought in his Vox amp, and he
cranked up the vibrato, and plugged a really hot mic into it. Paul was
using his hands to summon feedback. That was awesome.
PAUL: I kind of remember Linus doing the feedback thing but I often get
us mixed up.
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Matches For the Fuse
Matches fit into a small box
That is where they stay dry
But once a match is lit
Will let fire fly
Straight up and down like words
Printed by a machine
Bold on black on white on black on white
And organized
I wanted to find you
Soldiers at attention
Ready for war with apprehension
Soldiers ready for war
They got more than they bargained for
Coming through on the tube a man with a piece on his head said there's a
moon encircling
Satellite give us war crime scene
I wanted to find you
I'm gonna fight it
Dodged five crazy motorists
My sister and brother shooting bullets
Send me in a box over the sea
Matches for the fuse feeds the bomb that I sling
A man once lit himself and his smoke was uncontrolled
Let it roll up to the sky that looks down so cold
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Threw up their arms at the sight of his skin burning
He was made from the mold
Another matchbox sentinel
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Matches For the Fuse
PAUL: Right before this track on the CD there's a
sample of Ernest fucking around with his guitar pickups. Linus says George,
just one second man. I think George was on his way to his day job at Hyde
Park Cafe and Lino needed a ride to the laundrymat.
This track was recorded earlier than the others, along with the other songs
on the Phantom Wire Transmissions EP. Was also produced by Tim Kerr at Sweatbox
back in November 1993. We thought it fit in well with the songs on this
album, and wanted to connect the EP to the LP.
The military uses its soldiers as fodder, and the value of a soldier's life
is totally shit once war kicks in. They're burned up like matches.
George has a number of distortion pedals on his bass for this one. Really
cool feedback at the end there from bass. It's like his one chance to go
all out with distortion. He usually uses a totally clean sound.
ERNEST: Since then Ive heard a very similar guitar riff done by Slayer
off of Reign in Blood. Total coincidence. This felt like a call-to-arms
back then.
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Having the Devil On Your Side
Daredevil takes a ride
Got his car on fire
Crusing down the Phantom Wire
Up ahead a brick wall, no fear
He steps on the gas he survives
On top of the scraper, standing on a chair
Balanced on a table got his hands in the air
He waves so long goodbye
But he survives because he's got the devil on his side
Adelita mi vida
We are side by side
It's us against them bullet-proof buried alive
It'll take 50 tons of dynamite
Inside of a steel box
Throw out the keys, the locks
Just give us one two three minutos and you'll see that this fire can't take us
It's just half-baked us
That old white piece of shit that lives down the block in the White House
Got everybody sucking his cock
Shrouded in black, protected by lies
The things he decides, I wish he would die
Adelita, Adelita, don't say goodbye so soon
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Having the
Devil On Your Side
PAUL: Inspired by Evel Kneivel, Harry Houdini and
other circus and side show acts. It sounds very swampy to me.I take the
opportunity to cut down the President, calling him an old white piece
of shit. This remark seems to hold for all the Presidents after the song
was written.
The harp is by Walter Daniels who was playing with Tim Kerr in Jack O'Fire
at the time. We were thrilled that he said he'd do it in the studio for
us.
Adelita is the name a mythical Mexican woman who fought in the Mexican
Revolution. Noone is sure if she existed or not, but the name was handed
down to all Soldaderas. There's more language in here about a struggle.
"It's us against them, bullet-proof, buried alive." At the end,
Adelita is parted from the hero. Was she killed fighting? Did she dump
him? He screams in anguish. Never said I was a professional singer.
ERNEST: Total rhythm showcase here. The guitars are mostly accents. We
rocked hard in 7/4. Pauls vocals at the end are not human.
Walter did an amazing job with the harmonica. All he wanted for payment
was a 6-pack of beer, which we probably drank. He was amazing live when
we did our record release together.
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Under the Lid
With a very hard rock and a heavy brick
I took my muscles to the edge of the lake
Broke the surface
, Sucked in suffocation
Walked on to the water just like my sisters did,
yelled out to the creatures that the sky is a lid
It's getting hotter and we can't get out
The lid's closed tight and we can't get hole
This planet is a prison but I see a small hole
It's just big enough for me to climb out
Under the lid, under the shell,
I bust the boundary that made Icarus fall
We were all thrown in with famine and war to add some taste to the swill
The politicians and the morticians have set the table for the kill
My phone's been tapped, My job video-taped
They don't know I've been planning escape
Watching the stars for the right time
Keep a wide eye open wide at night
Under the lid, under the shell,
I bust the boundary that made Icarus fall
Gonna build a rocket and go straight up
Fly in a saucer to the lip of the cup
You aren't seeing much when you say that's forbid
Five billion bubbles boiling under the lid
Head straight for Mars Pluto or X
When I get there I'm gonna get me some sex
WIth the creepy crawly things that come up to speak
The atmosphere is thick and I feel so weak
When I get there I'm gonna raise hell
as my bones start to freeze and my eyeballs melt
Stick my ear underwater
I can hear the fishes say
I have just one wish to make
Bust the surface, leave this lake
Grow some bones for walking
I've got a lid of my own, stop your talking kid,
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Under the
Lid
PAUL:
From the point of view of a scientist who wants to build a rocket and
leave Earth. The music sprang from a bass and drums jam that Jorge and
Juan would rock on at practice. The guitar solution was to be floaty and
noisey.
I think this is influenced by reading comics like Swamp Thing. Alan Moore's
stint on that series was amazing. Anyways it's basically a venting of
a general disgust for politics, government, and society. It's very anti-social.
The desire to leave it all behind, and live alone in the woods or in outer
space.
The scientist is a misanthropic outsider, looking for a way out. In the
end the fish are telling him they feel the same thing. They want out of
the water. This is the second fish image in the album. The first being
in Victim. Not sure what to make of that myself really. Besides being
a part of my childhood.
ERNEST: Kind of a weird experimental song. Another tone poem piece I always
took it as a very personal song for Paul and Linus. George double-tracked
his bass on this, you can hear it in the beginning. So many of our songs
start off with an awesome bass part.
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Blue Lights Beckon
Instrumental
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Blue Lights Beckon
PAUL: The theme to Insect Queen is revisited instrumentally. We were recording
bits like this in the studio with the intention that they'd be small vignettes,
like soundtrack music to a scene in a film. We were approaching this record
as if it was a part of something much bigger than itself. Like years later
we'd write the screenplay or stage play. After this is a sample from the
pinball machine at Conan's Pizza on Guadalupe.
ERNEST: Yeah, this was one take. We didnt rehearse this version
at all.
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Possession
Weapon
So many more, so many many more
This country I love her, I made her my whore
A sore slowly simmers on the tip of the core
Two legs open asking for more
More, more, more, more
I'll rip your ass with my double-edged sword
Suck you blood from the hole that I tore
Two hands open asking for more
Got some power I'm rich you're poor
Posession is a weapon
Who's her greatest amor?
BIg cat, big shot, sitting high above
Got me staring down the barrel of the money that you love
Shirt so white so pressed got my tie so tight
Guess what? I guess I pass your test
More more more more
I'll lick the crap right off of the floor
Suck your blood from the hole that I tore
Two men with chains knocking at my door
All day long we wait in line
You chew the melon, I suck the rind
How many dots on the grand design?
Gimme that, gimme gimme that
Gimme some of that shit
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Possession
Weapon
PAUL: This was recorded on 4-track at Sweatbox. There's also a recording
of it on the big board. It's a rant against materialism and stems from
a trip to Las Vegas where I was getting so depressed at seeing all the
tired waitresses in their uniforms dumping their paychecks into the slots.
Really ugly and sad. This person is so addicted to wealth and material
goods that they'll do anything to keep it. It's greed at the worst. The
other person in here is dirt poor, and angry about it.
ERNEST: Looking back, this song comes off as overly noisy to me. Probably
my least fave on this album.
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A
Place To Crash
Twelve block to see my brother
Something growing, something slowing to a grind
Magenta sex covers the walk
No tresspassing spray-painted in red
I passed that sign one hundred times
Santo, Santo, Santo
I threw myself out a window
Canto, canto, canto
All my trash is out on the curb
Shaking like chicken with limbs akimbo
Tomorrow is the day,
Out at night
The trip is the trick
You're trying but you can't hide it
The Phantom is my bike, do you want to ride it?
The man at the door wants to see some ID
Someone's always counting the years
There's Raggedy Ann throwing out the empty beers
This place sucks and I don't know why we're here
There's much more here than a place to crash,
There's much more here for you
Brush dust off, it settles again
I would burn down my house, let my lease burn
All of my clutter flaming up to the sun
If the lady down the street, with the little dog
If she was looking on, would she throw her own junk on the bon? Her lawn
furniture on?
There's much more here than a place to crash,
There's much more here for you
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A Place To Crash
PAUL: Love this one. This may have been one of the hardest songs for us
to complete. It's very jammy. Linus wrote the words and the main guitar
part. That's him singing at the end. He has a very sweet voice. I like
it that it says There's much more here than a place to crash, there's
much more here for you" at the end. It ends on a positive note.
I wasn't sure what I was going to do on that until we wrote the lyrics
that morning.
ERNEST: Juan really keeps this one together. The instruments just glide
over the rhythm. The words also references Emos. Its a bit
hard to reproduce live but we did a few times and it worked out pretty
well. I remember Tim just telling Paul to just read from your book of
words, and this is what came out.
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Cinema Plastique
PAUL: The Misinformed theme returns, this time recorded on 4-track. We loved the juxtoposition of sound qualities next to each other in the program. If you listen long enough to this track on the CD a breif recording of some radio transmissions comes through Lino's guitar amp. What doth it all meaneth? |
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