The Long Long Everlasting 12" LP 2004 Limbless Rec The Long Long Everlasting - download the mp3 Still Frames - download the mp3 A Summers Day Spilling Time and Space Fallen 8 Will She Come? Staining the Air - download the mp3 Joe Demaree - guitars and vocals, Todd Flanagan - bass, Mike Stewart - drums The Long Long Everlasting Nothing ever seems to change in this long long everlasting middle ground. And the day to day polygraph hasn't noticed me disgusted with the human condition again. Can you put your hands together for me? Take a deep breath and smile. Nothing ever seems to change in this long long everlasting, where nobody knows anybody. So put your hands together for me! Take a deep breath and smile. Chemicals told me, told me all about you, how you're handing out rules, to everyone's little game. Chemicals told me, to bite my tongue, and we all had a good laugh, about everyone. Cocktails on me, leave your homework on the desk, school bell's ringing, so it's time to confess. "Who's eating who?" from one mouth to the next, when the fire died out it left a terrible mess. It's a smile and a glance the smirk behind the trance of a man selling hope dying to live for a dream. Still Frames It's sequential, all the frames of the day, and my head must be skipping frames today. Photo albums out of order just like upstairs, stacks of images reading moments, then lost, before it exists, photo realist collage. And I'm spilling alcohol all over the dolls. I won't bleed for you just suffocate the room. Trying to arrange images, scattered inside names and faces. Mixed up with conversations and missed chasses. Read between lines and thin lips. Keeping eyes off of swaying hips. And it's all scrap book memory. A Summers Day Is that a cool breeze on my shoulders? I'm getting lazy with the rest. Just pillaged the temple. The king's been pawned for a summer dress. And the statues have fallen, changed the way we lived. And the women raped, while the roads have been paved with forks. So is this your way or my way dear friend? Or no way dead end? And I'm up against that wall friend looking down at my map. Knowing my directions are flawless, no way to turn back. The eyes that blind me are the eyes that bind me, so I can pretend I have faith and look forward to tomorrow's day. Spilling Time and Space No it's not self pity, psychosis is a probability, do you think about lines? I might, yes I might. You can call me asshole, friend. You can call me friend, asshole. Love sure is tragic when you can't find an end. Do you think about lines? I might. Grouping, a condition I'm not fond of or able to understand. It's just turning to ink again. Like timelines printed out on transparencies, staining every moment and it's come and gone again. Do you think about lines? I might, yes I might. Fallen 8 Eternity's rumble likes to smile in my face. With its 33s over 8. That last thought, that last caress, spilled the solution, another mess. Waiting for time to run its course. Breaking apart and wanting more of an end to share again and again. And I'm waiting for my friends. So fill in this blank with something other than a fallen 8. Will She Come? Empty thoughts come empty minds and this empty head plays eternity's song. I can feel the pain that pleasure brings, beating death's drum. Will she come? Will she come with her empty heart? Playing tricks on me again, disillusioned and then brought to attention. An ugly game with a few more rounds, and I'll keep kidding myself. Will she come? Will she come calling me? My lady death, my eternity's song, I'm calling out for you tonight. Lost in beauty. Staining the Air Rocky mountain, bands of lows and highs, like the constant waves of sound, communication is our body of life. Help me count the many times something must have died in me again. I know you're dying, It's ok. Tired eyes would like to sleep the life away. Must have been the clouds that came in, little mirrors that fell at the soil, thin lines run deep, and time bleeds a lot like ink, staining the air. Now I see how distorted facts have changed. The streetlights change, the sun goes down, the fire of day turns into night, would you help me count them one at a time? Comfort and control reeks of death. "Radio waves curve and cross I stand below them fools" "I really believe all the things I've said to you it's just that none of them are true" - nomeansno. I know you're dying, It's ok. Tired eyes would like to sleep the life away.