 The
Misheard Music
(3:19) [7/10/00]
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Liner Notes
The sun has watered trees. I
Paid in my quarter: since then
I've been exsanguinated.
This Monday's going to happen!
She thinks she's kind of Billy Bob.
Arrestable, I sing this song.
It's best to stay far far away
When furry mussels go march on.
Atlas shrugged,
Harlequin laughed,
Jesus wept,
& the band played on . . .
& it seems these days I've been falling apart at the seams.
Seems these days I've been falling apart at the seams.
Seems these days I've been falling apart at the seams.
Seems these days I've been falling apart at the seams.
Trade you
your sister for a
System for rockin' your home.
The feedback on the ground is
The Life of Riley, Ian Holm.
Up on the roof with lightning bugs
& sorcery upon the screen.
A young girl that is skylite-drawn
Is known to die if she were green.
Atlas shrugged,
Harlequin laughed,
Jesus wept,
& the band played on . . .
& I thought it was something else from my mind's eye.
I read the song &
I'm now in the know.
No way they meant what these lyric sheets say.
Say, don't you see it's all goo-ga-go thought.
After endgame,
after disaster, after romance, after hopeless, after religion, after
substance, after Leslie Spears & Paul & Paulstina dominate airwaves,
after Buddy's choked on his piece of the pie, after UEM don't make music,
after Jerry's kids is his cousin, after Bald Sally can't ride can't
dance, after that fine New York station you like is gone, some still
need meaning & some need something else, even after hard chords
on the car radio.
Someone here claimed that you are
(A-word-that-no-one-likes) now.
The powerlines are all up
So that the planes don't fall down.
Bar the door first, & then they burn,
& then they rush us 'till we burst.
I promise that I'll hold your hand,
But if you'll just untie me first.
Atlas shrugged,
Harlequin laughed,
Jesus wept,
& the band played on . . .
& while listening and driving, I can't hold still.
Still I am moving away from this herd.
Heard lyric's meaning that's not even there:
Their song has really been yours all the while. |
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It’s been decades since John Doe & Exene Cervanka leg-wrestled the anemic state of radioland in “The
Unheard Music”, & still there’s almost nothing on the airwaves that relates to our
lives, unless you happen to be an anorexic millionaire high schooler
with a belly-ring. So we incorporated a bevy of our friends’ misheard
lyrics into the incoherent mess here, hoping this good old nonsense
will make us radio-ready.
Shane Ellis - Guitar / Theresa Brooks & “Uncle” Rick Anselme
- Lead Voxes
The Judybats - “How It Is” / Paul McCartney - “Movie
Magg” / Jen Trynin - “Writing Notes” / X - “The
Unheard Music”
"We set the trash on fire
And watch outside the door
Men come up the pavement
Under the marquee
There's laughing inside
We're locked outside the public eye
Some smooth chords
On the car radio
No hard chords
On the car radio."
- John Doe & Exene Cervenka, "The Unheard Music" (1980)
"Sometimes the only way to hear the stuff you want to hear is to
make it yourself."
- Howie Gelb of Giant Sand, Pulse Magazine (April, 2000)
"FAUST:
I do not seek salvation in mere apathy -----
awe is the greatest boon we humans are allotted,
and though our world would have us stifle feeling,
if we are stirred profoundly, we sense the Infinite."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust Pt II (1829)
"Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE."
- Morrissey, "Panic"(1986)
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