Live on Tape

by Matthew Embry

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this album was put together with the help of Elsa Productions.

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released 01 April 2004

Music by ME
Recorded in California + Nevada
Produced/mastered by Mark Plummer
Cover art by Fatimata Vetu
Thanks to Jason Arredondo, Elizabeth August, Pete Coates, Veronique Larcher, Steve McDonald + Mark Plummer



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Track Name: Early Seas (Harvest The Dolphins)
early seas, simple cells multiplying
before the disease
of evolution’s tinker-trying…
it was less crowded
without their pollution
soon we’ll be shrouded
think i've found a solution (to)
harvest the dolphins!
catch the sperm whales
rid our seas of the mammalian scourge
together we shall not fail…

take top of the food chain
it is purification
we need this brain drain
to carve out a new nation
(come on and) harvest the dolphins!
(we’ve got to) catch the blue whales
humans need these oils for their precious soaps
together we shall not fail
(come on and) harvest the dolphins!
(we’ve got to) catch the grey whales
rid our seas of the mammalian scourge
together we shall not fail…
Track Name: Coagulation
Jason, rathole the feeling
just a little sense in believing
experience has sent you this
no more will just you be dismissed
you were talking with Brandon
artificial leaving with abandon
now off to the meeting
its seems more like cheating
yourself out of an old friend
their lateness is just condescend…

therapist she sent you this
ability to obtain bliss
its evolved in consternation
its the reverse of negation…
India and Pakistan
pine to join the nuclear clan
its devolved in confrontation
its the reverse of affirmation…
experience has sent you this
no more will just you be dismissed
its involved with mitigation
need the inverse of a libation…
Track Name: Bubbles For Iraq
bubbles for Iraq, bubbles for Iraq
i've got some shiny little tiny little
soap bubbles for Iraq
i've got some bubbles for Iraq
this is my offering, this is my offering
to ease the hurt, delay the pain
won’t go down the drain
how can i explain?

missiles for Iraq, missiles for Iraq
i've got some shiny little tiny little
death missiles for Iraq
i've got some missiles for Iraq
this is my cleansing
this is my purging
this is my pooting
and clean the land
open your hand
bury you in sand
you will understand…

bubbles for Iraq, missiles for Iraq
i've got some shiny little tiny little
death missiles for Iraq
i've got some bubbles for Iraq…
Track Name: 'Kiss Me Ashes, I'm Falling...'
you move me, it scares me
hat on head, scarf on neck
share this bed to taste reflect
but ready for you, years’ wait for you
in this uncertainty…not though object.

you move me, it scares me
neck with scarf, the covered head
muses on you, share this bed
long wait for you, taste reflect
on our affinity…please not object.
Track Name: Hybridization
containment is impossible
travesty in blight
containment is impossible
we wander through the night
so preach it in the shoeshops
lance it in the glean
containment is impossible
you are your inner teen…

obfuscation is impossible
sapien is white
strangulation is improbable
we wane without blank sight
so hone it in the sweatshops
forsake it for the seen
obfuscation is impossible
you must enjoy the sheen…

reduction is unconscionable
rebloom the empty fight
containment is improbable
majesty in blight
so sing it at the chevron
fart it at the fiends
failure is impossible
we will have equal genes…
Track Name: Phoebe
giving to youth
mutual teleportation
eerie unity, timeless beauty...

you as oldest woman
silent kiss your feet…

as you in this mind
tangent of the spark
is building affinity
lovely unknown goal…
Track Name: No Tongue No Scream
its a continual genocide
details submerged, you lied
in way she saw child sacrifice
just as much a common capital vice
of slammed doors, direct withholding
or our labyrinth culture molding

what was once moderately fucked country
now spurned starved in hellish can’t see
the innocence double-defined in despot
control each choice, limit you got
a path to liquidate the prior situation
mandated present stated by a killer nation…
its a lie, its a casualty
i'll still try to stay free…

Albright says we stand tall, indispensable
for ongoing kid slaughter and reprehensible?
is pushed back amid all gluttony
sustains a mindset less e.f. huttony
at this oil then we’ll coil
in blood thirst that’s money first
- we’re lying so they’re dying
i'm still crying while trying
i'm still trying while crying
i'm still crying while trying.
Track Name: Skies and Ceilings
when you read my journal
it hurts your feelings
if you see the words’ll
seem to change your
skies to ceilings
but not talk, hide subject
has become my balk to admit
jealous project was dissolving
our link to transmit...

though you’ll let me read
threatens to view her name
at top of page of need
feel from fear then come shame...
you need more space
is it unbloom?
hide subject but not talk, so soon
already missing, kissing...

one morning lay remembering
after jealousy vacancy fabric
the sweet smell of you,
so many times with tendering
beyond time’s decay or panic
complete surrender renew
bond our crevice through
i love you...

you played a part
that hurt my feelings
i still carry art
of skies and ceilings...
we’re skies and ceilings.
Track Name: A Radical Dodecaphony!
Schoenberg smiles on us today
and we’re gonna say
tone rows coming out our assholes
...a-o.k.!

the neo-classical school
have been made a fool
they never opened their ears
see their surprise
as they clear their eyes
and find the source of their tears
is a more diversified system
than previously acknowledged!

Webern is down as our friend
here’s the message
that he’s bound to send
further develop the nascent trend
squelch the voices that can only rend
a more diversified system
than previously acknowledged!

but on a cold, lonely night
twelve-tone raindrops
fell on Berg’s head...
a solution of style, known all the while
this new idea, this new idea!
reorganize for tonality’s guise at least,
its just not fair
that any man would dare
to spoil this sumptuous musical feast...

the neo-classical school
have been made a fool
they never opened their ears
see their surprise
as they clear their eyes
and find the source of their tears
is a more diversified system
than previously acknowledged!

Babbitt...Boulez...Stockhausen...
Riegger...Rochberg...Schuller...
Wuorinen...Zimmerman...Messiaen...
Schoenberg smiles on us today
and we’re gonna say
tone-rows coming out our assholes
...a-o.k.!
Track Name: Teletrust
you inhabit me
trusting sincere,
unrealized power to break...

supplicate her depth
grasp at slow change...

televoice turn-on
yet its substance represent,
counteract repetition
essential for sanity...

televoice turn-on
yet its substance represent.
Track Name: Invalid Input
Kenny G. and me…
its true love, can’t ya see?
who else but me would really grok to his music?
who else but me would learn to see
his non-existent positive qualities?
Kenny G. and me…
baby on the way makes three

nobody else but me could really learn
to appreciate his smarmy saxophone posturing!
and nobody else but me would really learn to see
his non-existent positive qualities!
Kenny G. and me…
we had unsafe sex: we’re gonna have a baby
bastard family tree,
baby on the way makes three
Kenny G. and me…
its true love, can’t you see?
Track Name: Unorthodox Impulses
i fear writing a song
about all the things
i can’t utter to others
something they wouldn’t want to discover,
yet can’t think of this without crying
what fucking sense to try denying
heaviness in the hurt its worse
each day more death in the thirst...
attraction, constriction
predilection is affliction
contusion makes hibernation.

i won’t name names
but coveting thy neighbor’s wife’s a shame
and a secret’s a secret
the light in her eyes i’ll regret
and a hint’s a hint or a clue
there’s really nothing to do
around this love for you...
its a shame, i’m not to blame!
attraction, constriction
predilection is affliction
its a shame, i’m not to blame...