The Primidonnatives



The Primidonnatives

Listen

Lyrics

Press Info

In the Skanky Workshop

Listen

Lyrics

 

Go

Listen

Lyrics

 








Press Info

GROTON, MASS., USA - In the makeshift studio in back of Mo Digliani's old farmhouse, his "art rock" band The Primidonnatives have created some of the weirdest--and most interesting--music to be released in the past few years. At a time when the major labels are struggling with a disaffected, MP3-addicted audience--not to mention a striking lack of inspiration in their artistic quarters--small, independent labels are hiccuping up some truly innovative sounds, and "The Primidonnatives," the band's eponymous 5-song EP, is the latest in this musical line.

Released on Uncle Bic's Vague Moon Records, this EP features Digliani's surrealistic lyrical stylings partnered with the seemingly Captain Beefheart-inspired sounds of his bandmates--Puffy O'Tuffy, Jimbo Diddly, and Bill Gill. "We got so tired of what was on the radio that we decided we'd better learn how to play instruments and play something weird and sort of meaningful," says Digliani. "We wanted to play something that made people remember they're alive," added O'Tuffy. "I don't know if we succeeded. But we broke a lot of equipment trying, so it'd better be worth something."

>>>Click for More

One of the EP's strongest points is its powerfully poetic, if occasionally somewhat inexplicable, lyrical sensibility. At the stranger end of the spectrum are lines such as "where's my insect flight muscle?" Such moments make for fun bouts of surrealism, but Digliani and his cohorts really hit home with existentially charged lines like, "In the center of a trillion accidents, on the outskirts near the edge of time, in a sudden moment are you here or there? It's a mighty thin line."

With their self-proclaimed "anti-fame" stance, the band is not very forthcoming about their own histories or identities, though they did admit that their older members have roots in the punk and new wave scene of the late seventies and early eighties. The youngest member, Puffy O'Tuffy, would only say that she was "old enough to drink in several countries," and counted the modern indie and emo movements among her influences. The punk influence is more obvious, but it would be hard to pin down The Primidonnatives' style with any such comparisons. They are truly a breath of strange, fresh air.

article copyright Richard Tapestry 2002. feel free to publish in complete or partial form.


Back to Top



Press Info

Lyrics

  Godzilla Guru

  Parallel Universe

  I'm Conscious

  A Mighty Thin Line

  Insect Flight   Muscle

Lyrics

  The Order Makes It

  Wilderness With You

  The Walls of the   Universe

  Corporate Boogie

  I Deviated

  World of Things

  Snakes

  Allston Boneyard   Blues

  City Inside



Lyrics

  Black No Sugar

  I Never Whistled

  You Move Me

  Sailor

  Ain't No Soft   Machine

  What Is

  Sleep Walker

  Middle of the Night   Cafe

  Allergic

  Sorority Girls at   Disneyland

  Rising


Lyrics - The Primidonnatives

1. Godzilla Guru

A grey soul piranha, Godzilla Guru
he mistook madonna for a chilly black dude
They were drilling a hole with a lit cigarette
He was packing a rod, they were under some stress
"I'm not really pregnant" she said with a laugh
"I was scratching an itch, it's a classical gas"
They were talking in code, they were both nervous wrecks
using more and more plastic, it's all they had left

Godzilla, Godzilla Guru, Godzilla
a true major dude, Godzilla, Godzilla Guru
So what do you want, a nail or a screw?

The Condo Redondo resounded in blue
while a trashy colossus, Godzilla Guru
he bit the big bullet and sat in a trance
while a grinning madonna did a stunning war dance
"So, jump, you old reptile" madonna she said
"You're radioactive, and it's gone to your head"
If looks could have killed, he'd have died in a flash
but the grey soul piranha was a megalomaniac!

Godzilla, Godzilla Guru, Godzilla
a true major dude, Godzilla, Godzilla Guru
You take on madonna? She'll take you to school!

"Hey, Godzilla...I love your prehistoric necktie
but I think it clashes with your thermonuclear libido"

Naked aggression and cars and machines
will shine up your backside and color you green
and with your last breath you can order a beer
but they won't really miss you, 'cause you never were here
People watch people and they have their vague wars
They fake the big bang and they empty their drawers
They carry pink guns and say "have a nice day"
There's a crack in the earth and who's gonna pay?

Godzilla, Godzilla that's who, Godzilla
a true major dude, Godzilla, you silly old fool
to grate hot potatoes with nary a tool!
Godzilla, Godzilla Guru, Godzilla, Godzilla Guru You took on madonna, she took you to school!

© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

2. Parallel Universe

I'm way confused...I'm way confused
I must be in the wrong room
I must be in the wrong room
I'm way confused
I'm way confused...I'm way confused
Hey, where are all my frames of reference?
Where are all my frames of reference?
Where are all my frames of reference?
Where's the Coke I drink? Where's my Pez dispenser?
Where are my Tic-Tacs and my alligator purse?
Where's my Sponge Bob t-shirt?
Where's my Red Sox hat?...my Power Puff girls
and my big black shoes?
Awww...I'm way confused
Yeah, I'm way confused

I must be in the wrong room
I must be in the wrong room
Ohhhh...I must be in a parallel universe, baby
I must be!
I must be...in a parallel universe, baby
I must be in a parallel universe, baby
I must be
Awww...Yeah...I'm way confused
I'm way confused

I better brush my teeth...I better go to my job
Maybe I'll get reoriented
in this parallel universe
Ahhhh... Nah, lemme out of here!
I'm in the wrong room...I'm in a parallel universe
like Bizarro Superman...I'm in another dimension
I'm not alienatated mom
I'm just in a parallel universe, yeah...
Maybe I'm not so confused...it feels all right
Maybe I won't brush my teeth
Maybe I won't go to my job
Maybe...maybe, I'll just take a walk
on the wild side...of the law!
Oooh...what LAW?

© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

3. I'm Conscious

I think, therefore I know I am
I breathe, I walk, I talk, I stand
I bleed, sometimes I even feel
I watch TV, I must be real
I go to work so I can eat
I drive a car to save my feet
I go to sleep, I wake, I dream
that I'm alive, and then I scream:

I'M CONSCIOUS...UNCONSCIOUS

What Hamlet said to Yorick's skull
"to be or not to be" was cool
For me the bigger question is
just what this business of being is
If a tree falls in a forest where
no one sees and no one cares
Do you see me and I see you?
or is it just a deja vu?

I'M CONSCIOUS...UNCONSCIOUS

I read a book by Dr. Freud
and it made me kind of paranoid
He said I had a thing called id
and that I better keep it hid
'cause deep dark needs will make me surge
driven by a hidden urge
But I don't care what Sigmund said
'cause he got lost in his own head!

I'M CONSCIOUS...UNCONSCIOUS

I walk upright and I wear clothes
and what I am is what I know
And though I keep my image clean
I love to shake the soft machine
My right hand knows what my left hand does
I love my family just because
the apple falls close to the tree
and we all evolved from the sea

I'M CONSCIOUS...UNCONSCIOUS

© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

4. A Mighty Thin Line

In the middle of a downtown incident
she smoked a silhouette in my face
The crowd was restless and my fingers shaking
I reached for nothing and I walked away
I got arrested at the A-hole gallery
the Art Patrol said that I killed time
Was this a dream or stark reality?
It makes no difference if it fits the crime

In the center of a trillion accidents
on the outskirts near the edge of time
In a sudden moment are you here or there?
It's a mighty thin...it's a mighty thin line

The Soul Rebels playing at the Roosevelt
I saw her standing there in chains and lace
She made a certain lewd indication
and said "I'll meet you in a special place"
I heard a riddle about hearts in liberty
by a poet in a sad cafe
His face was gaunt and his walk was jittery
he gave out pamphlets for the Red Brigade

In the center of a million arguments
on the outskirts near the edge of time
In a sudden moment is it black or white?
It's a mighty thin...it's a mighty thin line

In an alley near the city government
I showed up early for the rendezvous
I overheard a wild confrontation
between a junkie and my ingenue
I never saw my living femme fatality
since the appointment which she did not keep
I've often seen her in the dream totality
The heart's ocean is wide and deep

In the center of a billion sacraments
on the outskirts near the edge of time
In a sudden moment are you wrong or right?
It's a mighty thin...it's a mighty thin line

© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

5. Insect Flight Muscle

Years ago...I went with Weird Eddie to the Museum School
We saw this band play...
these guys with thick glasses and big noses
called Insect Flight Muscle
They played really fucked up music
if my memory serves me well
which it usually doesn't anymore
But I always remembered the name...Insect Flight Muscle!
Insect Flight Muscle? What the...?
Hmm...what's an insect flight muscle?
Maybe it's the thing inside...the thing inside
that makes the fly ride...hmm...insect flight muscle?
It must be a really small thing...to make the fly ride
Hmm...and to make big nose and glasses, geeky kind of guys
wanna fly high...on their insect flight muscle
What the hell is an insect flight muscle? Hmm...
Why do I have to swear? These guys didn't swear
I swear...they didn't have to swear
because they were inside the insect flight muscle
How do I get inside the insect flight muscle?
By playing really freaky music?
By taking my confusion one step further?
It probably came naturally to them
It comes fairly naturally to me...hey! Maybe I've got an insect flight muscle...let's see
I'll try to buzz...let's buzz a while
with my insect flight muscle
Yeah! I'll be buzzing...hmmmm...

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzzing...
buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzzing...
Ahh! Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzzing...
Ohh! Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzzing...

Ahh! Swat that fly...tote that barge...play those drums...hmm...

Get really...really...hmm...yeah...buzz..buzz...buzz..buzz...buzz...buzz...
buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz...
buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz...
buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzzzzzz...
and get really...really
insect flight muscle?

© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top



Back to Top


Lyrics - In the Skanky Workshop

1. The Order Makes It

I'd like to turn this world around...
push it up and pull it down...
I'd like to turn this world around...
'cause it ain't me that's upside down.

Punch me right in the rationalization.
Pluck my verb and punctuate me.
Spindle my logic...assault my dictionary.
Write grafitti on my forehead... and a poem for my obituary.

I'm walking into my time...
Looking around while I got my eyes.
I'm walking into my time...
I want to live before I die.

The order makes it... the order seizes
It's a four/four society...
The order makes it... the order freezes
It's a four/four society.
The order makes it... the order reams it...
It's a four/four society.
The order makes it... the order screams it
It's a four/four society.



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

2. Wilderness With You

In a wilderness with you
my tangled little love...
in blond ambivalence
and polar opposites
from sea to shining sea

In a wilderness with you
my tangled little love...
in blond ambivalence
and polar opposites
from sea to shining sea

I'll take my blue scarf and my red knife
and the bracelet which broke
when I got kicked by angry strangers
at the Mexican restaurant… situated
in the middle of a leafy green nowhere

Do you see me?    I see you
Do you hear me?   I hear you

Ahh… sometimes it's a forced march
sometimes it's a forced march
I feed myself on ether
I feed myself on ether
and ether way… I'm doomed…
to love you this way…
to love you this way…

In a wilderness with you
my tangled little love...
a wilderness with you…
my tangled little love

Ohh, blond ambivalence
and polar opposites
from sea to shining sea



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

3. The Walls of the Universe

Big flashy waiting in a sad café
walls of the universe begin to shake
sitting in the dark in a hard hotel
the pale moon rising from the top of the hill
the pale moon rising from the top of the hill

Black hole sucking up the ol' blue moon
while the stars realign and the band plays loose
and the saxophone player with the ultra sheen
he falls off the stage like you fall in a dream
he falls off the stage like you fall in a dream

Scotch and soda, god and dada blonde ennui
rock star shouting "immortality"
gestalt anesthetic cinematic zen
he knows he's going sometime
but he don't know when
he knows he's going sometime
but he don't know when

Radio love songs playing everywhere
love's not the feeling that's filling up the air
to a television laugh track serenade
but there ain't no crowd at the soft parade
and there ain't no crowd at the soft parade



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

4. Corporate Boogie

It's a corporate boogie
It's a corporate boogie

Business…business…business
Business…business…business

It's a corporate boogie, man

Democracy…democracy
Democracy…wow…democracy…wow

Media!

Democracy what does it mean?
You can buy all the junk that you don't need

It's a corporate boogie man

Business…business…business
Business…business…business

Media!

It's a corporate boogie man

Democracy what does it mean?
You can buy all the junk that you don't need

It's a corporate boogie, man



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

5. I Deviated

In the summer of '22
or was it 69?
I met you through my cousin Lou
and we became entwined
We swam in shallow waters
into a hidden cove
The fuse was lit, the fire it grew
I panicked and I dove

I deviated… got separated… miscalculated… I should have waited
I deviated… got separated… miscalculated

We laid down in a boathouse
We talked and drank the time
and though we lost our bearing
we didn't seem to mind.
We talked about our future days
together, me and you
but the dice were tossed, and I got lost
and never did find you

I deviated… got separated… miscalculated… I should have waited
I deviated… got separated… miscalculated

As I was walking toward your house
I found a boulder in my path
I chose to take another route
and risk not getting back
I met a shaman on the road
with a package in his hand
He sang a song, and I was gone
into another land.

I deviated… got separated… miscalculated… I should have waited
I deviated… I got sedated… was insulated… I self-inflated…
indoctrinated



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

6. World of Things

In this world of things… I take my place
In this world of things…I take my place
Sometimes I'm not so comfortable… in this world of things
Sometimes I'm not so comfortable… in this world of things
This world of things… takes me by surprise… and I don't always realize
what it is to be my size… in this world of things

Things are all around us… things they all surround us
Things are all around us… things they all surround us… in this world of things

Ohhh… this world of things… I take my place
Oh, I take my place… in this world of things

I wonder how I got here… I wonder how I got here
I wonder how I got here… in this world of things



© C Gill
Back to Top

7. Snakes

A flag is a symbol… of anything which crawls about on its own
A flag is a symbol… of anything which crawls about on its own
Do you have one? Do you crawl about on your own?
I shudder to think… I shudder to think
I shudder to think… I shudder to think
that my misadventures in that mean paradise
will not earn me a flag of my own.

Snakes are misunderstood… I was one once
Snakes are misunderstood… I was one twice
My snakely needs… my snakely needs
My snakely needs… my snakely needs
inhaled whole mice… one at an urban time

I can't get out… of this cartoon reality!
I can't get out… of this cartoon reality!
The culture vultures pick my bones
The culture vultures pick my bones
The culture vultures pick my bones
and leave me screaming for Sponge Bob Square Pants!

Your failure to inform me… of society's demise
Your failure to inform me… of society's demise
leaves me heartbroken…
A simple box of candy would have sufficed.



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

8. Allston Boneyard Blues

Red and gray sky, bricks and stones… down on Harvard Avenue
like a desert near a combat zone… I have got the Allston boneyard blues
Students, winos, taxi drivers… walking wounded and survivors
buzzing around the old beehive… I want more than just to stay alive
Sitting down at the Tower of Pizza… drinking coffee by the hour
the jukebox plays Heart Full of Soul… I hear the words but I can't feel the power

'cause I'm flat broke…. in objectivity land again
I'm flat broke… in objectivity land

I walked down to Uncle Milton's place… I was hoping for some dinner
He said "Mr. Nixon, stuff your face… you'll disappear if you get any thinner"
Me and Migo, Doug and Chip… we were staying at the dugout
Red was here but he just flipped… I'd visit him but I keep spacing out
Well, I got my eyes and I got my words… and I got my teen from the suburbs
I gave her my mind but she wanted my soul… I was afraid that I might lose control

'cause I'm flat broke…. in objectivity land again
I'm flat broke… in objectivity land



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

9. City Inside

Set loose in the zoo
unconscious who's who
like birds who just flew
to shadows of blue

The city inside… the city inside
the outside zone… the city inside
the city inside… the outside zone

Black and red tunnels
cave drawings connect
where history huddles
and moments dissect

The city inside… the city inside
the outside zone… the city inside
he city inside… the outside zone

The heart she is strong
and memories teach
the moon is now smiling
the stars are in reach

The city inside… the city inside
the outside zone… the city inside
the city inside… the outside zone

If time is an ocean
what vessels we'll ride
to enter the port
of the city inside

The city inside… the city inside
the outside zone… the city inside
the city inside… the outside zone



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top



Back to Top

Lyrics - Go

1. Black No Sugar

I've lived in the country
and I've lived in cities
under an arch of shooting stars
I'll never live in a self-made fortress
made of fear lined prison walls

I used to dream of being a king
in the eyes of society
but I came to realize
that society has no eyes
that see beyond its own disease

I take my detachment black with no sugar
I take my voodoo with a grain of salt
I take my counsel down by the river
And watch the evening's water fall

I take my loving
with a shot of whiskey
Sometimes I take it with sugar and cream
But I don't need no stinking airbrush
To hide the lines between the seams

I've been in love
I've been in mighty deep
I've been on deserts made of words
I've been a stranger in a minefield
Where everybody carries swords

I take my detachment
black with no sugar
I take my detachment
black with no sugar

I take my detachment black!



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

2. I Never Whistled

When my tail was long

and springtime sprung

many years ago

I only walked at night

under city lights

stop or go

I carved my name in air

I climbed a thousand stairs

fast and slow

But I never whistled

I never whistled at your door


I never will forget

that night goodbyes were set

to sail away

In a glass strewn lot

I touched a youthful heart

I was afraid

I tried to connect

I tried to be direct

But now I know

I never whistled

I never whistled at your door


I heard you knocking

playing on the radio

The night was open

then we shut the door


I remember when

under a light green web

of reborn leaves

I paced the avenue

in search of ancient clues

and random leads

I was driven

by a silent river

which laid me low

I never whistled

I never whistled at your door



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

3. You Move Me

Shake move stopgap… knock soul rattle trap
sidewind bucklefin… soft touch freckle chin

        You move me

Ancient eyes heave sighs… penetrate new skies
touch flag unfurled… into a green world

        You move me

Rose lips swing hips… deep eyes sink ships
pitch ball let her rip… too late I'm flipped

        You move me

Jitter jell swing sway… hold back freight train
hands dance eyes shine… all yours what's mine?

        You move me

Hot motor inside… burn oil take a ride
soft brown faded cloth… you're found I'm lost

        You move me

Wind trees fresh breeze… birds honey and bees
tremble lip open book… tiger purrs I'm shook

        You move me



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

4. Sailor

I wish I were a sailor... and I could sail away
To Spanish moss and sunny climes... and a different light of day
I'd stake my heart on friendship... and sing a sailor's song
I'd laugh and dance a little jig... and you could sing along

Lanni lanni loo la lay... lanni lanni lay
Take my heart and sail away... lanni lanni lay
Lanni lanni loo la lay... lanni lanni lay
I won't be back till judgement day... lanni lanni lay

I wish I were a sailor... on a masted sailing ship
I'd visit ports like old New York... in search of ruby lips
I'd walk down streets of cobblestone... on a dark and foggy night
I'd find your heart in silhouette... through your bedroom window light
Lanni lanni loo la lay... lanni lanni lay
Take my heart and sail away... lanni lanni lay
Lanni lanni loo la lay... lanni lanni lay
I won't be back till judgement day... lanni lanni lay

I wish I were a sailor... with an ancient wooden flute,
I'd learn to play the songs of birds... who whistled while they flew
I'd play my tunes for kings and queens... but only if they asked
When I was through I'd mention you... as I filled up my flask
Lanni lanni loo la lay... lanni lanni lay
Take my heart and sail away... Lanni lanni lay
Lanni lanni loo la lay... lanni lanni lay
I won't be back till judgement day... lanni lanni lay

I wish I were a sailor... with a big blue sailor hat
I'd wear it cocked across my eyes... what would you think of that?
I'd have a pocket watch and chain... but not to keep the time
I'd use it cracking walnut shells... and swing it while I rhymed
Lanni lanni loo la lay... lanni lanni lay
Take my heart and sail away... lanni lanni lay
Lanni lanni loo la lay... lanni lanni lay
I won't be back till judgement day... lanni lanni lay



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

5. Ain't No Soft Machine

Little Richard, Elvis Presley
back in 1956
Shook Pandora's box with vengeance
(wop-bop-a-lu-bop-a-bop-bam-boom)
released the furies with their hips
No one plans an insurrection
pent up feelings start to flow
The big boys staged a fade-out ending
(wop-bop-a-lu-bop-a-bop-bam-boom)
blame payola, stop the show

Cause it ain't no soft machine…
It ain't no soft machine
It ain't no love fest hippie scene…
It ain't no soft machine
No, No…

You pay a high price for the keys to heaven
Norman Rockwell living room
Roll snake eyes and then roll seven
(wop-bop-a-lu-bop-a-bop-bam-boom)
whirlpool bath or you push a broom
Perfumed scented fortune hunter
(wop-bop-a-lu-bop-a-bop-bam-boom)
iron fist in a velvet glove
Money talks and we all listen
(wop-bop-a-lu-bop-a-bop-bam-boom)
that's when push it comes to shove

Cause it ain't no soft machine…
It ain't no soft machine
It ain't no love fest hippie scene…
It ain't no soft machine
No, No…

Welcome to the Hotel Dreamland
You can be anything you dream
We're here to help you forget
We're American Machine

Noble thoughts and mortal gestures
coexist in a human heart
When the soul is subdivided
(wop-bop-a-lu-bop-a-bop-bam-boom)
hail to science not to art
In a kind and gentle season
(wop-bop-a-lu-bop-a-bop-bam-boom)
everyone is their own star
In a black and white soap opera
(wop-bop-a-lu-bop-a-bop-bam-boom)
who you eat is what you are

Cause it ain't no soft machine…
It ain't no soft machine
It ain't no love fest hippie scene…
It ain't no soft machine
It ain't no soft machine…
It ain't no soft machine
It ain't no love fest hippie scene…
It ain't no soft machine
No, No…



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

6. What Is

I wonder what I'm doing
I never wonder why
I wonder what I'm doing
I never wonder why
I wonder what I'm doing
I never wonder why
And when I touch my forehead
I just can't touch the sky

The hypotenuse of sleep
The quantity of sheep
The meaning of the deep
The look before you leap

You know I want to love you
I just don't know how
You know I want to love you
I just don't know how
You know I want to love you
I just don't know how
But when you touch my fusebox
I just say WOW

An attribute of terror
The purpose of an error
The sky is getting clearer
The truth is just a mirror
The hypotenuse of sleep
The meaning of the deep
The look before you leap

Do it! Oh, Bic!

My right hand don't know it
My left hand do
My right hand don't know it
My left hand do
My right hand don't know it
My left hand do
And when my wires get crossed
Can't choose between the two
Oh, no

What is
What is
What is
Yeah, yeah



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

7. Sleepwalker

I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
before I become a fossil… in a tarpit lottery

Falling in the suave hole… consuming all in my path
looking for white heat… always to some beat

"Grab all the gusto I can!" …cause I'm a dead android motherfucker!

I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
before I become a fossil… in a tarpit lottery

I wish I were a man… who could believe that life…is a glossy picture
of a perfect naked lady… and the super bowl on tv


I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance
I'm a sleepwalker… waiting for deliverance



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

8. Middle of the Night Cafe

In the middle of the night cafe
you paint Victorian ladies
while I commiserate
In the middle of the night cafe
you play your Procol Harum
and read Dostoevsky
In the middle of the night cafe
I think about the blackest holes
and you begin to pace

In the middle of the night cafe
I sit in my little room
and wonder what time it is
at the point of no return
where nothing leads to nothing
and the fires of the heart can only burn
and if you start at zero
is that where you will return?
where shooting stars would take us
if we could only learn
to ride… inside… the night
not in fright against the tide

In the middle of the night cafe
I listen to the saxophone of Illinois Jacquet
In the middle of the night cafe
I'm waiting for the frim fram sauce
with oison fais
In the middle of the night cafe
we climb out on the roof
and watch the stars shake

In the middle of the night cafe
you drink coca-cola
eat fried egg sandwiches
and play piano in the parlor
I wonder if you've played forever
though I know you only started
Time is an element
I don't completely understand
when we can grasp eternity
measured by the second hand
I want to ride… inside… the night
not in fright against the tide



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

9. Allergic

I'm allergic, I'm allergic, I'm allergic to... everything!
They drive me near psychotic... my face turns hot, I shake a lot... I need antibiotics
I'm allergic, I'm allergic, I'm allergic to commercials
They smell like propaganda... with all my might I fight this shite...
I'd rather blow a panda... than be manipulated... addiction goes unsated
They got you bought... you think you're hot... you just got masturbated
I'm allergic, I'm allergic, I'm allergic , I'm allergic
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Oh, turn that t.v. down, mama... I don't need a flame broiled burger...
I don't need the good hands people... I don't need my beer
To give me a rocky mountain high... that shit means nothing to me
I don't need those slick ass models... with big boobs and perfect skin
To seduce me with an elite, sexy lifestyle... that doesn't exist

I'm allergic, I'm allergic, I'm allergic to... everything
They drive me near psychotic... my face turns hot, I shake a lot... I need antibiotics
I'm allergic, I'm allergic, I'm allergic to commercials
They smell like propaganda... with all my might I fight this shite...
I'd rather blow a panda... than be manipulated... addiction goes unsated
They got you bought... you think you're hot... you just got masturbated
I'm allergic, I'm allergic, I'm allergic, I'm allergic



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

10. Sorority Girls at Disneyland

Sorority girls ... At Disneyland ... Pumped up sweaters ... No dishpan hands.
Sorority girls ... At Disneyland ... Rolling in a bush ... By the cotton candy stand.
Sorority girls at Disneyland ... In the arms of a jock ... His ring on her hand.

Does she love him? ... Is he trying hard ... Is she in love with a freckle? Well, yeah.

Sorority girls ... At Disneyland ... On the way to the top ... Of the golden arched
land. Sorority girls ... At Disneyland ... Purified wet ... On pleasure island.
Sorority girls ... On fish proud skates ... Mumblepeg shadows ... In a high sky late.

Midnight ... In a moonlit passion ... Fluorescent waves of grain... Perplexed purple.

Sorority girls ... At Disneyland ... On a warm pink night... In a neon sky bland.
Sorority girls ... At Disneyland ... Lend me a memory ... I'll give you a hand.
Sorority girls ... At Disneyland ... Near the gas guzzled stops ... In American sand.

Touche ... It's a cliché ... Oh, say ... Can you see? Ahhh...



© C Gill
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top

11. Rising

Burn inner silence
sheer brazen tears
assassins in the forest
wardens of your fears
walk outside of violence
glisten like the rain
the soul though light and porous
will stop oncoming trains.
passion moving forward
always advance
wars of fear and logic
break historic dance
inside flames are torrid
shine ancestral light
joy amidst the tragic
birds will sing in flight

Rising…Rising…Rising…Rising

Rising…crisscrossing destinies
Rising…color of the moon
Rising…all the sound that resonates
Rising…wilder than a loon
Rising…a city is an ocean
Rising…flooding hearts and minds
Rising…the sky is where we're going
Rising…eternal ties that bind.

(Narrative in Spanish by Antonio Ochoa)

Walk astride of violence
glisten like the rain
the soul is light and porous
it stops oncoming trains
inside flames are torrid
shine ancestral light

(More narrative by Antonio Ochoa)

Rising…Rising…Rising…Rising

(More narrative by Antonio Ochoa)

Rising…crisscrossing destinies
Rising…color of the moon
Rising…all the sound that resonates
Rising…wilder than a loon
Rising…a city is an ocean
Rising…flooding hearts and minds
Rising…the sky is where we're going



© C Gill April 2003
Published by ASCAP
Back to Top



Back to Top