The songs on this tape were recorded between '85 and '89. It featured new/old member Mark Thompson, long time friend and contributor to much of our pre Bat Lenny unreleased esoteric experimental recordings. His voice and guitar were welcome additions. He could actually "sing" and his rhythmic guitar style complimented Greg's more riff and lead oriented style. Some new equipment including midi also helped tighten things up. Overall the tape is a little more accessible than Quasi Quo, but with the same up-and-down style shifting going on.
SIDE 1 SIDE 2
Kelly I -------------------- 1:10:43 Delphi -------------------- 1:29:23
Mechanical Spider Clinic* -- 2:20:99 Mr. Yuck ------------------ 2:04:94
Circle Roulade ------------- 0:59:04 I Should Be --------------- 2:16:91
Momma ---------------------- 5:41:35 Protoculture Matrix-------- 2:05:15
Surf ----------------------- 4:20:10 Kevab --------------------- 3:42:81
Limpid --------------------- 3:48:84 Now That't Interesting ---- 2:23:55
Big Fat Monkey ------------- 3:50:07 Flaming Round Doorways ---- 3:03:15
Kelly II ------------------ 5:16:93
*The theme from the radio show of the same name hosted by Jerry Modjeski on KFAI 90.3 FM
Mainspring stretches without sound
Half an inch, I say to you
Take it down, in black and blue
Round on round, is spherical
Square on square, is, um, cubical
Don't deny the logic
Don't deny the logic
My mind was on the street tonight following the cars
Walking in an ally dark holding my head tight
Calling out some words of old wanting only love
Something told me deep inside "Momma's all gone"
Momma's gone away for now, gone away forever
looking for a place to hide, find in my mind
Calling out some words of hope, wanting only love
Someone told me deep inside "Momma's all gone"
Sending rays of light coursing through my retina
Transfered into jolts, pulsing through my head, through my optic nerve
focusing upon the surf
Three-fourths of the earth constantly in motion
Moon sucks up the sea and spits into the ocean
Floating on a raft hoping not to sink
Miles and miles of water and not a drop to drink
But can't conspire the mistless sabre
I feel the fire that burns inside
But can't convey or even confide
The point can be made
But not understood
So, why the yearning
When all is discerning
It's hard to forget the limpid views
In your eyes so green
As envy spews
The borders enrage as in statute disputes
As if wading in red with feelings afloat
But if you can change your strain of dismay
Then come to me but come with restraint
Oh, they come to me with eyes so green
Big fat monkey, big fat ape
All she needs is a contant drone
Daytime soaps and a touchtone phone
Gazing at pictures of nice clean homes
Dreaming of fancy filled trips to Rome
Fat lips glued to a cigarette
Red eyes glued to the tv set
She'll do it in a minute
But not this one
Flesh all white due to lack of sun
Cupboard all full of coloured pills
She don't care cause he pays the bills
Big fat monkey, big fat ape
Brain cells die as her arteries harden
Feet on a stack of Better Homes and Gardens
Big fat monkey, big fat ape
Only exactly what you put into it
I hate the morning and I hate the day
And everything in between
Forward progress sends you back to where you were
So yech you know I don't
They tell you you're lazy
Don't you be upset
I know cause you told me so
It's all in the way that you follow the rays
So yech to those who don't
Subsequentially speaking, the variables are worth
Only how they felt
So what do I know
Yech, oh yech
What why know, yech huh!
Turned on the light
Just to hear you say
"I should be"
Dreaming in the night
Thinking in the day
Worrying about what people say
Jusy to hear you say
"I should be"
Where does it start
Where does it end
Wondering how this all began
Dreaming in the night
Thinking in the day
Worrying about what people say
Just to hear you say
"I should be"
My train is leaving town today
You know I have to get away
Before my hair and skin turn gray
Behind stone and prison bars
Count the minutes
Count the hours
Count the years
Count the stars
Confusion brings me to my knees
Time will pass and I will see
Where I am can't see the sky
Can't escape but boy I will try
So they finally caught up to me
Several law men, one, two, three
They're hanging me in effigy
With a rope, from a tree
They'll do it now for real, I guess
In front of all the town, no less
No walking off into the sun
Gleaming off my silver gun
Behind stone and prison bars
Count the minutes
Count the hours
Count the years
Count the stars
I watch my dreams turn to plastic
There's one thing I do know well
I love you something drastic
Impending doom in a rubber room
Windows barred like a mummy's tomb
Rays of light invade my night
I won't let them leave my sight
You must have screamed before the dawn
You must have screamed before I was gone
Simple simon's meet his match
You may have guessed
My rubber egg is about to hatch
Fish in the lake you bug me to death
When you don't take my lure
Eat that lure, eat it good
That there hook will feel so good
Wasted fish on the road
Come on fish, troll, troll, troll
Vibrations generate
Art on strange attack
The olden parasite
Flaming round doorways
Precision fill her over push
Dollars grit your teeth
Wanting the sot dog whole
Yes I've caught your mind
Now let's try to split in time
Ask how chairs recline
I don't like people like you
Who, climb up on the corporate ladder
Fingers, toes, heads will role
Some will fall, doesn't matter
Doesn't matter
Doesn't matter
Flaming round doorways
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