Trance meets Punk and they duke it out.   OUCH!

Background...While Dave Fahy and I were working on Balance on the Fold and Blood of the Dragon, we did a little experimentation with some differing music styles.  We both liked bands like Motorhead, Joy Division,  and a bunch of late 70's stuff.   But, we were also into bands like ELO, Depeche Mode, and Clan of Xymox so we had some fun trying to blend the two styles within the same song structure.  Some of the ideas we came up ended up being incorporated into the other projects so the insight is pretty cool (at least if you are me).   These recordings were originally call the Mutant Sea Bass sessions, but now its just Mutant.

Dave had a really driving bass that the six string, vocals, and synths follow.  He was totally in the zone and I just tried to keep up.  These songs remain unfinished currently.  When the time is right, we'll go back and attack them because I liked they way they were going.  Or maybe, I'll just not be able to sleep one night and attack them then...just consider these the demos for something greater.

Also on board as a session drummer during our rehearsals was R.U.S.S.  He was also in the midst of his recording deal with a European label so he wasn't available as much as we would have liked.  If I can ever remember the detail on that, I'll put them up.   He did give us some great lyrics for Locomotive though.  

The lyrics for the songs are below.  Go there to translate the gibberish.  Click on the song title for auditory bliss!

The Mutant Archive:   Previous versions, lyrics, and song credits.

Its old, crusty and oh, so ewww!

Click on the song title for an audio miss of very close bliss.

Previous Versions	Live @ Tony's Garage
Liar (an early conspire)	Intro
Falling (an early reflection)	Falling
Voyeur	Locomotive
Chapter 3	Liar
Velcro (became Control)	Pieces
Bitter	Untitled
	Bitter
	Velcro

 

 

Mutant credits

 

Q:  lots of stuff and random nothingness.

Dave:  noise mechanic, flirting with disaster, and musical madness.

R.U.S.S.:  lyrics, session drumming, and lobster abduction.  Beware Russ, Mark the Lobster has a vengeful spirit!

 

You say I'm a voyeur but isn't everyone?

staring at you like the sun

this lusting for strangers; will it ever stop? 

why do they seem so far?

 

I cant stop this looking or incessant staring

when will I stop this line of reasoning?

don't have the courage and lack the nerve

nor the willpower to look away from her (to say hello to her)

 

seems to me, I'm not one you'd notice

your eyes wander around my space

buy I'm hypnotized by you dancing there

transfixed to your sacred place

 

aren't we all voyeurs the whole world over?

staring down the ones we want

from our car or an internet bazaar

we're all looking for that spark

she called me earlier today,

to say she missed me in every way

I said, I miss you too, 

but can't you see that we're through

good and bad, I'd weigh it out...

but my scales broke from our last bought

hearing now you want me back

comes off more like a full attack

 

attack

    you're the knife drawn to my back

attack

    you're the bomb nestled in my lap

 

take these feelings you control

and bury them in a deep dark hole

you consume my day and night

don't tell me you'll help me survive these times

so many things I'm attracted to

all those things that make up you

but your the bomb ticking off in my lap

your affection is an attack

 

all the times I wanted to say

I just wish you could stay

listen to me before I go insane

because you're a plague that's on my brain

what are you trying to hide?

its something you keep so far inside

am I to blame that you hold the pain?

what is it you could hope to gain?

death is final but our love was not

I came to tell you but I forgot

does it hurt, or make me bad?

you can relate, I've seen your dad

 

fly through the clouds in your head

embrace the dreams in your bed

control yourself until the end... and start again

 

what is it I'm trying to hide

that I keep so far inside

am I afraid to be smothered

and then rejected by my mother

is this sane or am I deranged?

am I normal naked on this stage?

feeling anxious for defeat

knowing life can't be beat

 

I'll fly through the voice in my head

and fight the disease in my bed

open my mouth and taste the rain... and start again

 

sometimes life is really rough

and your best is not enough

don't waste your time on other's dreams

they are never what they appear to be

a summer sweat is a dripping pain

as the sun scorches what a dead man could bring

a ruined city in the name of god

all that's bitter embraces us all

 

fly through the void in your head

embrace the dreams that rest in your bed

open your mouth and taste the rain

swallow your failure and start again

before my choice is made a 1000 feelings merge

despite my failures somehow I'll survive 

on this day judgment won't deliver me to the abyss that lies below

to find you waiting there for me

 

I feel fear as your eyes explain

you no longer hold in me that special gaze

I tried so hard as you sacrificed... nothing

with the speed of a bullet train I barrel to my death each day

 

darkness on one side as light fades through the other

there's a thin line that I walk, I can never fall to either

as you live life you just fly by, but my feet must provide

a locomotive passes by each day, reminds me of the games we played

 

what happened in my that made your despise me

I thought I was nothing less than perfection

now I bear the blame, my soul the cost for you

I'd ask for forgiveness but your faith answers

you mesmerize me and satisfy me

come stay with me and never leave me

you heed me as you feed me

when you bind and blind and bleed me

 

don't stare at me with open eyes

tell me I'm doing something right... tonight

 

hesitation's indiscretion

contemplation's insurrection

information's misdirection

introspection's desecration

 

I've lost not and want not

forget all I've been taught

tripped up and swat down

in the silence... is that love's sound?

you think I conspired to achieve all my desires

talk to me now, don't hang up, there something we've got to work out

don't call me the agitator I tired to be the peace keeper (your savior)

see me now in a different light?

 

circling smoke covers the pathway

a bottomless pit lies close behind

as we walk toward it

I realize your no friend of mine

you've acted with a side hidden from others

man!  you were just like a brother

when push comes to shove you ran away

and left me to deal with what remained

 

night is day as my day become night

this technologic screws with my good side

we hold water like a broken cup

and my patience is all spilled out

bits of code crashed in a hexed out daze

no way to backup as the memory fades

all the plans and time we shared

are just a barren wasteland somewhere out there

 

its easy to say shut up and get out

easier to leave closed doors behind

its harder to just stay and fight

in the end we were both right

like a drug your course through me

addiction pumping through my veins

I'm tickled with anticipation

nothing will ever be the same

 

I want to feel you move

see your mind as it begins to flame

so bad I want to have you near me

feel your breath as you say my name

 

so what should I think, I know I hardly know you

about what's important and how we're the same

and I left wondering just what you think

does this desire flow both ways?

 

I want to see you move

see your mind as its throttled with the pain

so bad I want to feel you near me

feel your breath as we burn in flames

 

explain to me why it is I miss you

while I spend some time in your arms

my senses heightened, I feel enlightened

will you keep my heart from harm?

looking in your eyes turmoil shows

they're a mirror I see trough my disguise

an image stares back at me, your ghost is lashing

does this haunt you, I find it so tempting

 

falling down I kiss the ground

that you walk on in your idle depression

if I could be, I'd be there now

crawling through your cold recession

 

will you know within your lifeline

or will you grovel and ask of the blind?

viewing everything I still don't see

what's in front of my eyes

 

you're vision never got better

living life in 5 dimensions

and frost never killed the plague

or washed out your intentions

drugs, money, and sex are power

but they're not enough, I told you so

 

 

 

 

 

This web page dedicated to the memory of Mark the Lobster and orphan mutant sea bass everywhere.  Note:  No lobsters were harmed in the making of this CD.

 

Via con dios mi amigo!

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