ADJACENT BUILDINGS by The Weak Bridge Humbuckers

You,

So, I made another album. The Count of Particle Board. I kept recording though, because I felt like it. -It's generally toward the end of an album where there's a good work and sound flow, where new songs soar from the ganglia and are conveyed onto recording space based on novelty and not having a dense history of the obligations of sonic worth to unfurl. Where 'fun' is. I'd find myself in front of the recording console, with headphones on under a winter hat, and playing a wine box like a conga, and by then I pretty much knew it was going to be a double album. . (T.C.o.P.B. + Adjacent Buildings).
There are fewer things less Important on this planet than creating albums, I just don't have any zealous 'bition to want to do most any of those other things, as most of them, as you may know, are worthless endeavors. -Like writing double album justificational blurbs. You can't buy your Time back.

Why fuss?

A little about me.. I am an anthropoid, I weigh 174 lbs., I have an endocrine system, and I have some sort of habit of trying to make most of the nouns in my room make interesting sound.
Other than that, I am transparently or translucently featured on all songs, as some sort of wielder of the physical instruments and brick layer of the sound river. I guess the point of saying this is to steer one toward notions of Songs Out of Midair and a Decent Album to Listen to, and less toward the Me did Me thing with Me instruments Me Me'd.
Me wanted to point this out.

Good luck with whatever you're up to.

-Me

"Information is not Knowledge, Knowledge is not Wisdom, Wisdom is not Truth, Truth is not Beauty, Beauty is not Love, Love is not Music. Music is the best." -Frank Zappa

LYRICS TO:

ADJACENT BUILDINGS

STAR WARS WINDOWS
NOW, THE WAY THAT I FEEL
BY THE ROULETTE WHEEL
IS A HYBRID OF GLORY AND VICE
MAYBE I NEED SLEEP
BROTHER, I DRANK DEEP
FROM THE FOURTH STORY WINDOW
AT NIGHT

NOW MY ICE COLD CAR
IS WAY DOWN THERE
I BLAME STAR WARS WINDOWS
IN MY ZZTOP LAIR
NO GLOVES, RUGS, SHOVELS
OR CRUMPLED CAB FARE
THAT IS WHY I CALLED YOU HERE
-DIDN'T THINK YOU'D CARE

REPEAT

MOUNTAINSIDE

I RESIDE ON A MOUNTAINSIDE
UPON A GRANITE LEDGE
WHITE CLOUD WALLS, BLURRY WATERFALLS
I CATCH DELICIOUS FISH

MAP OF STARS
THERE'S NO SOUND OF CARS
I FOLLOW MY OWN BLISS
FOUR BRAIDS OF SAGE
IN A FLICKERING CAVE
MY HEAD LAY ON MY FIST

PASS THE TIME
WITH AN AZURE SKY
OR A SILENT TAMARACK SWAMP
THE FLASHING DOME
OF AURORA'S OWN
NOW, WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT?

I BROOD ALONE
ON A SLAB OF STONE
WITH A BRILLIANCE IN MY EYES
TAN AN ELK
FILL THOSE CANNING SHELVES
I ENJOY A ROSE SUNRISE


pale pearls rise
with an image of the sky
vivid river shines
pale pearls rise
through the entrance of her eyes
golden clouds inside
forever, we entwine
now, the halls of heaven glow
animated souls
assail the weary road
on a fading, foreign land
dangle by a strand
descending with the damned


According to my calculations,
According to my calculations,
I am the last man alive
I crossed the Earth in search of souls
And I, in fact, did find
The ribcage of Metropolis
Overgrown in vine
I slumbered heavily beneath
A water tower's spine
Next morning,
I was prod awake
Surrounded on each side
By twenty women, beautifro!
They seemed to be a tribe
Between their breasts
The same necklace
A most hypnotic shine
They told me they would
Treat me right
So, I said “Ok, fine.”
They totally demanded sex
Which wasn't once denied
Each day, we'd live in a new house
Brush skeletons aside
I say,
Tonight I'll drink the wine of Earth!
Drink the billowed Sun!
Inevitably, I will puke
On Oriental rugs
We would circumnavigate
Through tranquil, pooling mists
And when I rewrite History
It will go like this:
According to my calculations,
I am the last man alive

Repeat Rest of Verse I.

fondle poison
SHOTGLASS SHONE LIKE MY GLASS EYE
I'LL FONDLE POISON 'TIL I DIE
A BAY SIDE CITY, A FLUID WHIP
DIAMOND WAVES THAT FLOUT THE SHIP

WAS I INVITED, OR DID I BARGE
INTO A TAVERN LOUD AND LARGE?
I SOON DEMANDED “TOO MUCH STOUT!”
A TRAPDOOR FLASHED, I TUMBLED OUT

PEELED FROM A GRIMY FLOOR
FELT FOR WINDOWS, OR A DOOR
A FREAKISH NEST OF TINY BONES
HAD RUDELY MADE THEIR PRESENCE KNOWN

CHORUS
SHOTGLASS SHONE LIKE MY GLASS EYE
I'LL FONDLE POISON 'TIL I DIE

AN ANCIENT ANCHOR DID DISLODGE
FROM A TURQUOISE OCEAN JAW
MY PRISON PLODS TOWARD HELL'S BLACK SHORE
BARBED VERMIN GLITTERED NEAR THE DOOR

BIT INTO A SKITTISH RAT
I HEARD THE WORKINGS OF A LATCH
AN INTENSE LIGHT POURED ALL AROUND
THE SOUND OF WHIPS SENT HISSING DOWN

CHORUS
SHOTGLASS SHONE LIKE MY GLASS EYE
I'LL FONDLE POISON 'TIL I DIE

SCRUTINIZED BY DEMON KINGS
ACRES TALL AND MENACING
WE HOVERED NEAR A BLACK RAVINE
A SCORCHED PITCHFORK HELD TO MY CHIN

THEY VOWED I COULD HAVE ANYTHING
IF I WOULD ONLY BOW TO THEM
TARANTULAS TUMBLED THROUGH HER HAIR
A PRICKLY FOUNTAIN DRUMMING, THERE

A SHOT GLASS SHONE LIKE MY GLASS EYE
I'LL FONDLE POISON 'TIL I DIE
A BAYSIDE CITY MADE OF MIST
THE MAD IMMORTALS PROMISED THIS

CHORUS
SHOTGLASS SHONE LIKE MY GLASS EYE
I'LL FONDLE POISON 'TIL I DIE



CUL-DU-SAC

Bass in yo nose!

Cul du sac
Cul du sac

I live in a cul du sac
Wif my backwards pants
An my sideway s hat
I live in a cul du sac
Made a deal wit da Devil
Now he wants his pact back

I live in a cul du sac
This would be better
But I got no knack
I live in a cul du sac
Hang a white arm out the window
As the bass bins flap

This would be better
But he got no nap
Ev ray body livin in a cul du sac

I live in a cul du sac
-I wear my track suit
When I make tracks
I live in a cul du sac
My teeth an yo wall
Boaf got plaque.


LOVE
LOVE
LOVE
LOVE
LOVE

LOVE
LOVE
LOVE
LOVE


Be Cool, Fool
Be cool, fool
"Still cool, fool." -M.G.



THE GETAWAY
IN THE BOTTOM OF THE GODDAMN RIVER
WHERE I KEEP MY '88 OLDS
CROW AN ROYAL CROWN
KEEP IT WEIGHED DOWN
SO THE OUTTA STATE PLATES DON'T FLOAT
HIDDEN IN THE HEART OF A FLOOZY
Z'WHERE I KEEP THE EVIL GLEAM IN MY EYE
KICK THE ROTTEN LEAVES
SO THE EARTHWORMS SHRIEK
IN THE DREAM THAT SHE DREAM EVERY NIGHT
IN THE RIGHT VENTRICAL OF THE JUNGLE
Z'WHERE I KEEP MY GETAWAY VINE
YOU CAN WANDER THE WINDING ENTESTINES OF HELL THROUGH THE DARK SEDIMENTS OF THE WINE
PRESS A PANEL BY THE TOWERING BOOKCASE
Z'WHERE I KEEP MY HALL OF DOOM
A SHERMAN TANK, A GIANT WATERSPIDER,
AND MY GETAWAY WEATHER BALLOON
IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS
VERY TRANSMISSION
Z'WHERE I KEEP MY MEGALO-MANIA
MY BEST TRAIT IS MY CRYOGENIC STATE
THAT MY CLONES ARE ALL PART OF
CLONES!
I'M A CLONE
CLONES!
CLONE


CEPHALOPOD

SO, THERE'S THIS OCTOPUS RIDING A BICYCLE,
WEARING A CLEAR GARBAGE BAG
OVER ITS LIGHT BULB HEAD,-DUCT TAPED THERE.
IT WAS FULL OF WATER.
A BIZARRO WORLD DIVING BELL.
I WAS WALKING DOWN THE STREET.
IT ASKED ME, HEY..WANT TO GO?

"I HAVE TO HONOR ALL THESE POSSIBILITIES."
-RAM DASS

A HILL SPED TO A WHITE THUNDERING FOUNTAIN.
THE CONCRETE HAD THE RUDDY COUNTENANCE
OF A PETRIFIED STEW.
THINK OF THE SOUND OF THE BLURRY TIRES.
THE OCTOPUS FLUTTERED A CONSECRATED MANTLE
AND MY WET EYES STUNG.

THE FOUNTAIN SWERVED AND STRETCHED BLACK ROUNDED PUDDLE ARMS OF A BEDSHEET GHOST
ACROSS THE HOT PAVEMENT.

THE OCTOPUS TUMBLED AND SPROUTED TO THE FOUNTAIN
AND VAULTED IN.
A HORROR MOVIE LACKING HEIGHT.
MY PANT LEGS WERE STAINED LIKE A LEAKY PEN
IN THE BOUNCING WATER.
WE STARTED "RELOCATING COINS THAT REPRESENTED WISHES ALREADY GRANTED BY THE FATES."
IT WAS A COMPELLING ARGUEMENT.

IN THE DEBATABLE GLEAMING MEANTIME,
THE OCTOPUS WORKED AT CLIMBING.
INSTEAD OF A CHALK BAG, IT HAD A WATER BAG
AND SLAPPED AND POPPED IT'S WAY UP MANY TEN FOOT MIRRORS.
THE ANGLED RECTANGLED BUILDINGS LEANED ABOUT LIKE AN M.C. ESCHER ETCHING FROM IT'S RUBBERY VIEW IN THE SHRILL UPDRAFTING WORLD OF WIND.

"I WAS LIKE A BOOGER!" THE OCTOPUS EXCLAIMED,
WHEN I SHOWED IT THE CAMERAPHONE PHOTO I TOOK OF IT FROM A WINDOW SOMEWHERE ABOVE THE CITY.

THE OCTOPUS LIKED IT'S SIDEWAYS PATIO IN THE SKY.

TRAFFIC WAS FINALLY INTERESTING.


BALANCE SHEET
THE WAY WE ARE
IS SO UNCONTRIVED
PEACEFUL, EVEN TRANQUIL
UNDER AUSTERE SKIES


YOUR VOICE HAS AN ECHO
IN MY FAVORITE DREAM
THE MOON ON YOUR VERANDA
THROUGH YOUR ARMS
THIS BREEZE

EVERYONE IS WONDERING
WHERE WE DID GO
SPINNING IN ETERNITY
WITH BOUNCING SOULS

YOU'RE A COOL DRINK OF WATER
IN THE TRICKLING HEAT
TO ME, YOU ARE AS GOLDEN
AS A BALANCE SHEET

GOLDEN BALANCE SHEET
UNCONTRIVED
GOLDEN BALANCE SHEET
UNCONTRIVED
-ALL THE TIME
--UNDER AUSTERE SKIES

REPEAT

AMID ASSORTED FORCES
JUST BEYOND BELIEF
THE MOON ON YOUR VERANDA
WHERE THE CACTUS FREEZE

T Bone
You know T Bone
He know me
That dude owe me
Some money (What?)
T Bone
Live on down the street
'Hind a dried up
Christmas wreath

You know T Bone
He know me
I admit
Reluctantly
Volunteers
Down at the church
For five sandwiches
An nine desserts (No!)

You know T Bone
He know me
And everbody else
He see
A currogated cardboard box
Is frozen to the cracked sidewalk




Edgar The Robot Wanders West
Edgar was a robot
And he ran beside a train
Climbed inside a boxcar
And sat, gun-metal gray
Stars were wild parachutes
That never rocked the ground
Edgar's sensors did adjust
And took a look around

Guzzling an oil can
Train was gliding west
Lit a crooked cigar
Put his hands behind his head

“This place has a residue
Of buffalo and birch
A billion sunsets bask the ground
I really could do worse.”
“This place has residuum
Of raptor and of cliff
A billion sunsets thaw the ground
I could get used to this.”

Ed summoned stellar demons
To some statues in the wild
Blossoms blown across the sky
To some statues in your mind
Red coppery ants advancing
On gray tops of branches float
Paisley lakes began to talk
Their blue minds bobbed with boats

Edgar was a robot
Illuminated now
A shower full of ripe, red sparks
Like headlights on a cow





Into Black Arcades of Forest

INSTRUMENTAL


BURNT ORANGE MANGATA
(LOOK UP THE WORD MANGATA)

BANISHED FROM THE FUTURE
GOT EVICTED FROM MY CAVE
NEVER MADE NO MONEY, MAN
I MADE A LOUSY SLAVE
SWADDLED IN A FLANEL
SOFTENED WITH DECAY
WANDER WITH WALTEINSAMKEIT
-I WENT THAT-A-WAY
MY LADY FRIEND HAS RED HAIR
OR POSSIBLY IT'S BLONDE
I REALLY DON'T REMEMBER
AND, ANYWAY, SHE'S GONE
WINDY INDIAN PAINTBRUSH
A HULKING, RUSTED CAR
RUN MY FINGER OVER
A BULLET RIDDLED DOOR
CENTER A THE CYCLONE'S
THE SAFEST PLACE TO BE
(I)WALLOW WHERE IT'S GOLDEN
YOU JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME
KISS A PRETTY HARLOT
AND YOU WAKE UP WITH AN ACHE
HANG AROUND A TRUCK STOP
TO BUM A FIST A CHANGE
SWALLOWED BY THE SHADOWS
IN HEAVY EVERGREENS
I'M STARVING, LOST, AND FREEZING
-JESUS! I CAN SEE THE SEA!
BANISHED FILTHY FIGURE
AND I'VE TAKEN TO THE STRANGE
NO HAPPY HOME WAS HAP'NIN
I MADE THE GREAT ESCAPE
YOU WANNA WIN THE LOTTERY
-I WOULD I WERE A WEED
SOBER SUITED ADVOCATE,
PREVARICATE TO ME!
SING A SONG OF VAGABONDS
YOU BETTER CUT THE BALLAST
SHE GOUGED MY EYES
BUT LEFT ME THE AURORA BOREALIS
GUZZLE CLOVER HONEY
SOME DRIED SUNFLOWER SEEDS
RELEASE MY JAPANESE KITE OVER THE SEA
SOME WOULD SAY I'M LAZY
SOME JUST WOULDN'T SAY
GOT A ROOFTOP HAMMOCK
WOULD YOU KINDLY GO AWAY?

Black Magic Prodigy

Inherited wild land
A bristling timber strand
From an uncle long considered late
The lawyer concluded
The land was best suited
To merely accommodate flame

My uncle was rumored
To suffer brain tumors
Inhabiting mystical states
A black magic prodigy
Devoid of apology
A manifest he himself made
Released his own voice from the grave;

“A tall house of shadow awaits with the wild
Four phantoms who've fashioned your fate
I am now an endless night
You must revoke your life
I leave you a pistol to take your life
As you claim your estate.”

I wake upon a parapet
Did I intoxicate myself?
I heard the crackling of flame Over by the wheel house
A carriage tipped on mason's squares
I mistrust a mordant air
My bandolier smashes the glass

My uncle was rumored to suffer brain tumors
Inhabiting mystical states
A room of reception
Demanded some caution
The summoned unknown and irate
Festered in statues that ape

I stagger soft gardens
I fall in the pollen
A cloud of black powder pervades
By tilting black panes of the lake

“A tall house of shadow awaits with the wild
Four phantoms who've fashioned your fate
I am now an endless night
You must revoke your life
I leave you a pistol to take your life
As you claim your estate.”

THE MACHIAVELLIAN CAT
Stagecoach rolled across the plains
It's waxen passenger was strange
Thin, melodic and forlorn light
Coyotes scamper through the night
The sorcery of tundra tends
An omissive mob of so-called-friends
Doric columns, consistent paint
Tactful lions at the gate
Despicable merlot throughout
An octopus of smoke to flout
The first born status seeker said
With Rorschach roses at his head:
("This merlot is really dispicable..")
Hooves crack on the cobbled drive
The waxen passenger arrived
The great coat's icy lining lifts
He met the ever-present minx
Now, the pilling sweater dries
Countermanded, criticized
The wide, Havana wielding sport
Waited for a good retort
A scruffy timepiece wheeled late
He wheeled in a wooden crate
A frumpy man with many chins
Refused to help him haul it in
The woman with the cheery nape
Brought in slabs of lemon cake
The balding owner offered thoughts
Applied to this perplexing box
The charming, land-locked couple Screamed
The beaming lout began to lean
The machiavellian cat
Swatted razors at his hat!


Snow Pea Pods
INSTRUMENTAL

THE COLORLESS ISLAND
The unwell looking gentleman
Receded with an evil grin
Scuffling a dismal asylum
His eyes eerily missing
Prowling down the hallway
Soundlessly
Discarded on the colorless island
He is stricken with the horrors
Dreadful wings flood from his shoulders
His syllables are blossoms of shrapnel
Prying up the floorboards
Stare down on the Devil's orchard*
Where the filthy skulls embroider the black boughs

Each gray and intersecting hell
Anonymous narcotic spells
Narrowing a journey of worlds
Light falls on a live puzzle piece
Dissolving a chemical leash
The wild minds now billow, unfurled
The unwell looking gentlemen
Now beckons you to follow him
Through fluttering florescence and silence
A wheelchair abandoned
Yet it speeds through the asylum
Invoking morbid spirits to riot
A rotten oath you whisper
Forsaken for Eternity
The dark insane asylum
Derides you
A rotten oath you whisper
Forsaken for Eternity
The dark insane asylum
Derides you

*Stolenish line begotten from B eck, Poe, and some Russian writer I think before either of them.

Rush of Marvels
A rush of marvels bloom and go by
Your jade green eyes
China blue sky
Vows

Here we stand in each direction
Lopsided perfection
Like a cloud
Mambo there,
Amid the raking sounds

The begrudging, rumbling jaw
Of brontide blackened
-And my soul as cold as rain!

Over spokes of mountain laurel
Freshened in drafts and made to nod
A Circle's graceful toss

All the places of the world
Seen from every angle
Turn and bow
-To mingle entertained

A rush of marvels bloom and go by
Your jade green eyes
China blue sky
Vows


LOAM

INSTRUMENTAL