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Minty fresh psychedelic avant-pop! Eliot Smith backed by The Flaming Lips, playing The Beatles backwards. Fuzz bass, triple-tracked vocals, reverbed piano, ho
once upon a time jesse was stuck in a 4-track recorder with words and melodies in his head. ben and stephan rescued him with a drumkit and piano, and all three fended off rabid dustbunnies with guitars, glockenspiels, kids toys and air organs. their great escape sounded like the sonic bliss demo. the townspeople loved the sound of their triumph and cheered for their homecoming. then the king charged them with a new quest... to slay the purple dragon of effazima. stephan retired from the band of travelers to become a lightbulb farmer with his two wives and twelve children. eric the barbarian replaced him wielding drums of power, and the three were joined by the red magician scott. the party of four fought the dragon for 2 years... jesse was lost in the dungeons for 3 more years... finially the weary band of travelers emerge victorious with the dragon's treasure for all the townspeople to listen to... the endless fields of poppy lp. jesse, ben, scott and eric... the curiously strong peppermints... proudly show you their treasure. come, let your ears celebrate the victory...
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Avant Rock
Charts
Peak #177
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Jesse Miller
Rights
2005 Soniclovenoize Music Publishing
Uploaded
November 03, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.2 MB • 128 kbps • 2:22
Story behind the song
i wrote this song during a lunch break in febuary 2005. inspired by olivia tremor control's "hideaway" (which spawned my lyric "you have gone to hideaway") but taken in a different direction, obviously. the lines of the lyrics are written to lead into eachother, sets of plays on words. Written and produced by Jesse Miller Recorded at home, January-April 2006. Jesse Miller - vocals, bass, fuzz bass, Hawaiian tremoloa, air organ, maracas Ben Swanson - piano Scott Petersen - banjo, bowed fuzz banjo, jaw harp Eric Reiter - drums
Lyrics
waiting for that telephone call where you can blame you've heard it all before you say your emotions played a part in our downfall fire feules the heart i guess you putt all your love to rest sleeping on the bed we've drawn the presence has been suppressed ride inside my temper's lies no you hear me sigh oh me oh my - you have gone to hideaway oh my oh my - the words we said, i had no say oh me oh my - deliver me without delay oh me oh my - you have gone away sitting in this biosphere intentions lost and wasn't clear enough to tell i couldn't sell a way to percevere now this sphere becomes a cage of words that coax to act my age i'm hiding from the wrath as come to circle round your rage ride inside my temper's lies (now you hear this?) no you hear me sigh oh me oh my - you have gone to hideaway oh my oh my - the words we said, i had no say oh me oh my - deliver me without delay oh me oh my - you have gone away
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