1. |
Honey-Day Parade
03:27
|
|
||
beneath the waterflow
asleep but fully clothed
I'll send the butcher
to the honey-day parade on Main
when all is quiet and numb
on the Mental front
whom do you contact
for your namesake object
when you're staring at the back of your head
looking down from above at your mind below
and I ask myself, "where did I go?"
when you're staring at the back of your head
|
||||
2. |
Gossamer
02:44
|
|
||
I was trying to step outside but something was awry
as I put one foot down the other was left behind
stop this I said::: you must go on to greener pastures:::
so I strapped on my rust-colored belt
and I felt, oh how I felt.
Action!
I better think before I can feel:::
I must get a handle on the not-yet-tangible
before the ethereal produces the material:::
just, get outside, I thought
so I opened the door
and I gave myself to the light:::
|
||||
3. |
||||
don't worry about the weather
it'll change whether you like it or not
it's a matter of common courtesy
to expect that what you bet comes back to you
Stop making excuses for your ____
contemplation of potential situations
they will pass regardless of what you ask
stop making excuses for your own institutions
excessive electricity to concede toward the end of the day
from now and another 25, i'll play pieces of life
across a jagged mountain range, a lake reflects the sky
two worlds apart, but in each other
we owe it to ourselves to stay awake tonight
|
||||
4. |
Bottom of the Sky
04:49
|
|
||
Taking names, drawing numbers from a hat
Moving this way, and going toward that
High above the tree line, but darker than the dirt
For what it's worth, it was worth everything
But now I'm spent
That's where you'll find me, that's where I'll be
At the bottom of the sky
That's where the earth lies
At the bottom of the sky
Its in your skin tone, its in your chromosomes
its in your ribcage, passed through a warm embrace
its in the emptiness, of the endlessness
of the everything left to guess
|
||||
5. |
I Ate This
03:38
|
|||
6. |
Kneels Into Life
04:17
|
|
||
about every so often i go down
I stick my knees into the life
clasp hands on a pew of wooden pine
I still can't feel the open light
I know it, I know it
about every time that I go
I go and I get on my knees to pray
from now and a hundred years
I hope that everything is the same
I can't stand it, I can't stand it anymore than you can
29 dollops in my eardrops down on the porcupine tops
I know sometimes the fishing comes,
and sometimes you go
back to bed
|
||||
7. |
Passion Punks
04:58
|
|
||
I'm wide awake
the sun has blossomed in the sky
the wind has died down
irregularity brings possibility
the punks became passionate
sweatshop workers become skilled
style will be obsolete
in this new order world
hypercritical answers denounce insensitive tests
invent a new way to say hello again
in this new order world
|
||||
8. |
See Saw
01:27
|
|||
9. |
Rodeo
04:17
|
|
||
I started sleeping in the stairwell of an older time
Two flights of stories more fleeting as I
gather up the days gone by
So buck up young soldier
don't cower under the weight of time
Embrace your fate, not the tempo, attempt to syncopate
It was all right, by a landslide (we were not ready to go)
From our vantage point, it was fine (we were not ready to go)
Noted all there was to say
Be wary of all these things you can't describe
these things that cling to you
More than ordinary is what everyone thinks that they are
So open wide to see eye to eye to those that dont sync to you
Publish the words that press upon the cogs of time
It was all right, by a landslide (we were not ready to go)
From our vantage point, it was fine (we were not ready to go)
Noted all there was to say
26 years under the purple pumpkin sky
with nothing left to do but carve out your own slice
when there is nothing left under the purple pumpkin sky
there's nothing left to do but die
|
||||
10. |
|
|||
honey pie, in the light of your mind
I wondered down that path many times myself
through an orchard of your mind
and the you're running home
killing time along the way
but why, oh why that question all the time
because a righteous overflows
from your pores beneath your wardrobe
the veil under your face is finally fading
through an orchard of your mind
and then your running home
killing time along the way
|
||||
11. |
|
|||
it was 1984 when I was first conceived and I became a blueprint
you see, in order to become you must first be thought
my parents were still in the red house
and they just created their first baby, a daughter
they sought harmonal balance and a vessel to continue the family name
and wouldn't you beleive it, but I worked
and the bellows sent a new sound out over the ground
the organs played themselves
the mind kept time
and my feet the beat
and after a while the soul took control
and I became one with my own home
We are all delicate fleshlings
small intricate systems of heat
I will try to create you
string wood and a piece of meat
I'll push my hands into your sockets
make a watermelon for your mouth
wrap a ruler around a bike seat
femur conjoins a waist
inside::: within::: without heart we do not survive
its like::: as if::: we were made to exist::: coexist
|
Hums + Haws Chicago, Illinois
Basement mining for sonic gold: a trashy sound polishes the one beside it.
I captured all
the sounds I could and put them into a Tascam 58 tape machine. I sent waves flying into the air:::
I also play in House Sounds
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Hums + Haws, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp