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Simple Songs

by Jeff Vicario

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1.
I see through your fabrications This is not a choice It's a mess I have dealt with implications Far beyond this sphere And I don't guess Exit - swift Frequent - drift Genome - shift Un-make Re-do I see life where others see death This is not a gift It's a curse I have held fast to a course and I will not correct Or reverse Exit - swift Frequent - drift Genome - shift Un-make Re-do
2.
Dream 05:20
Tongue tied And wild-eyed I lurch against the wind The street's paved with leaves And black dirt I don't feel lost Or adrift Ill at ease I'm made of dust As I lift From my dream You might think you know me And you may even be right Steel boots Make no sound in snow I approach You're wrapped in layers Against the wind I don't feel lost Or adrift Ill at ease I'm made of dust As I lift From my dream You might think you know me And you may even be right
3.
Oceans 03:31
Well I'm all for pretence I'm firmly on the fence About just about everything Catch me in a lie I'll pass the buck with a smile And make you think of some other guy Designer shades and a Hugo Boss sweater Skin tight pants made of crocodile leather I stroll around in my Björn Borg loafers Sing along to Frank and Billy Ocean And I've got nothing left to lose Or choose I've got it made Intoxicated Paid in full When it comes to a fight I'm neither left nor right I care a lot about not a thing Cuz I'm all for pretence I'm firmly on the fence About just about everything Designer shades and a Hugo Boss sweater Skin tight pants made of crocodile leather I stroll around in my Björn Borg loafers Sing along to Frank and Billy Ocean And I've got nothing left to lose Or choose I've got it made Intoxicated Paid in full
4.
Wasted 05:16
More wasted days More wasted light Undo this knot and cry More wasted breaths More wasted truths Dissolve this blockage or fail Bathe in unknown rays Wallow in Sink in Drown in Die in Ambient Noise More wasted nights More wasted darkness Unbind this heart and see More wasted steps More wasted heartbeats Deny this life or fail Bathe in unknown rays Wallow in Sink in Drown in Die in Ambient Noise
5.
More Is More 04:32
Stop the traffic Start the engine Even if your point of view Is obscured by the fumes Roll the credits More is more Attach and A-sign to your core And no one asks or assumes There's only so much you can do Ah, I can't tell what's right or wrong tonight And I can't be the one to ease your plight Cause I don't know This could be just for show Feed the beast under your wings And don't give in until it sings Or you are lost to this world Stop the traffic Start the engine And adjust your medication Now you're clear Watch it unfurl There's only so much you can do Ah, I can't tell what's right or wrong tonight And I can't be the one to ease your plight Cause I don't know This could be just for show
6.
Deep Sabbath 04:51
I got nothing to lose I got somewhere to be I got down on my knees To seek blessed relief Deep Sabbath I don't know your name I've got something to prove I've got nothing to see I got wind your scheme To find simple belief Deep Sabbath I don't know your name
7.
On the Road 03:00
It's not amazing It's merely symptomatic of Something I can do without Too condescending And absolutely without worth What's all this fuss about? Come on Come on On the road On the road again I can't think of anything To sing On the road again I can't think of anything It's like a curse It's like a never ending stream Of unwanted consciousness Too tranquil to nurse Too fragile to massage And failing to grasp Its underlying significance Come on Come on On the road On the road again I can't think of anything To sing On the road again I can't think of anything To sing
8.
Phonogram 04:57
A dusty pile of records In the upper left hand corner Of a shelf weighed down By years of neglect And disorder A continuum of hoarder genes Passed down through generations A catalog of memories And deep deliberations Don't feel left out Nobody wants you to And anyway Sign this form Don't look at it It's for your own benefit Phonogram Idle hand Phonogram One sixty gram A black unmarked van drives up And disturbs your meditation On the merits of some jazz great's Reputation A white clad arm reaches out And stops the world from spinning You reach inside The pocket of your robe And keep on grinning Don't feel left out Nobody wants you to And anyway Sign this form Don't look at it It's for your own benefit Phonogram Idle hand Phonogram One sixty gram
9.
Mindless 04:25
You justify your existence In the only way You know how You make believe In the kindest sense In reality You're delusion personified And I Am I supposed to be A mere bystander in your plunge to oblivion? Because I'm no saint And I have my plagues That I deal with On a daily basis You feel no pain You're inept in your own way and Mindless You think in absurdities That's the way You seem to be wired You fear the unknown And wave your little fingers As the saviour As the ultimate bad ass And I Look on in amusement As you repeatedly ram your feet In your mouth And there's no escape There's no relief From the mundane observations You hold forth You feel no pain You're inept in your own way and Mindless
10.
What Now 03:23
I find it confusing That you're incapable of musing On the dilemmas of your choosing The situation needs defusing Let it go You've gotta let it go What now? I think you're amazing Despite of because of conflating Your personality and feelings Into a supernatural being Let it go You've gotta let it go (you know) Do you even care what I want you to be?
11.
I don't need any help I poison things with competence Distant sounds become loud They will reach me in due course I am appalled and tired One, two, three, four The overlord of all things wrong Three, four, five, six I don't need any friends I hold court with my own damn self Absent mind becomes clear I revolves around emptiness I am appalled and tired One, two, three, four The overlord of all things wrong One, two, three, four Three, four, five, six I beat myself with stones and sticks Five, six, seven, eight, nine
12.
Six Eight 05:10
Listen And I will tell you Because there was not Ever anyone who knew That the space Between words Is the universe condensed To its bare essence I see You plead I tell You feel Six eight Six eight I'm alone again Somehow You will discover Your true self Among the ruins Because emptiness Is but a thought And you can watch it Glide away Into nothingness I see You plead I tell You feel Six eight Six eight I'm alone again

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This album is a collection of songs from 2019 and 2020. Each song has been carefully remixed for this special, Bandcamp only release. Other versions may exist in the dark corners of YouTube but they are pale imitations and make no mistake.

The songs were written between November 2019 and February 2020. Typically a single song would come together within in a matter of hours, from the initial idea to the more or less final demo. All demos and basic recordings were done on an iPhone 6s and GarageBand using its native virtual instruments and stock sounds.

The vocals were recorded with an earphone mic and hence sound rather less clean and tidy than they ideally could. However, re-recording them would have meant sacrificing and losing almost all of the emotion behind them so they remain the original takes.

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released August 1, 2020

Jeff Vicario: music, lyrics, arrangements, vocals and all instruments

Recorded all over the place between November 2019 and February 2020. Mixed and fixed at Bear's Lair during June-July 2020.
All songs remastered in August 2021 by Jeff

Cover art and design by Blue Lemming

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