One of the most visionary albums ever released, anywhere, anytime. You know how revered and influential the early Velvet Underground albums are now? Well, this will be every bit as revered and influential ten or twenty years down the road. Bank on it, brutah. A bizarre yet inevitable collision of sociopolitics, economics, noise, pop, avant-garde weirdness, and pure unbridled pessimism that exists entirely in a class of its own. Beyond stunning.
Notes:
Recorded in Chicago, Hoffman Estates, Palatine, Schaumburg and Streamwood between March '92 and and October '96. All titles by CHEER-ACCIDENT. Published by Samovar Groovathon Music (BMI).
Thank you, John Towner, for helping us with the editing on the computer. Thank you, Jon Zerndt, for photographic assistance.
Participants:
Jeb Bishop, Michelle Morrone, Dan Forden, Jeff LIbersher, Scott Rutledge, Chris Block, Dylan Posa, Phil Bonnet, Thymme Jones, Ross Feller, Laura Brown
Instruments:
Harmonium, guitar, drums, synthesizer, bass, trumpet, vacuum cleaner, oboe, voice, piano, trombone, organ, tapes, 12-string, alto saxaphone
The Adoration of the Mall
The abbreviated manifesto for ENDURING THE AMERICAN DREAM
Tracks:
vacuum, the law of attraction, a shallow stream, dismantling the berlin waltz, failure, god's clinic, a hate which grows, the reenactment, frozen, desert song, metaphysical, exit, the family business, 1/30/94
Lyrics:
we collide
at the intersection
I fly through the windshield
into your arms
we embrace
the ambulance sirens
as the sound of metal
is cut away
we display
intermingled remains
time does not pass it disappears
somewhere in the middle of these events
things simply cease to exist
nothing is all that will endure
as men race toward death
waving their tongues
as the slowness of artifacts
create history
nothing endures
a sign reads "dead end" set against
a house under construction as
workers, hammers and saws inflict sound
the biggest mall in the world is
being built across the street from
what was the biggest mall in the world
shopping for the economy
in our regional retail center
fully enclosed
climate controlled
time does not pass it disappears
somewhere in the middle of these events
things simply cease to exist
nothing is all that will endure
as men race toward death
waving their tongues
at the center
of the target: gold
the rain up to sky
drenching a cloud
the rays from the earth
burning the sun
the effect and cause
transgress the law
pendulum gravity
reverse the flow upside-down hour glass
figure-eight infinity set on end
the scar breaks open
forming a would
the bullet returns
tracing a line
the effect and cause
turn back the clocks
making up for the loss
reverse the time lapse image of decay
from the grave to the cradle life unfolds
and old man holds a dead child
in him arms as the dead child tells him
the forgotten story of his life
a tableau of war raging over
the surface of bodies dreaming of death
impotent bodies fucking energy
projected onto a screen of flesh
the outline breaks from the contours
as it forms an abysmal downward spiral
the density of bodies fall
as everything unravels
man built a soul
the elevation
of the mammal
writes a book
and by these words we live
the sacred fetal tissue
abort the soul
the consecration
of this murder
cleansed of lies
the holy invalids
crawl into their heads and die
I scandalize history
I rape the statue of liberty
beat her about the head and face
a sigh with eyes half closed
deadly is this gesture
tilts her head
with a touch breath deflates
and the mind collapses
like a star
take the certainty out of the death equation
and put a gun to my head
and I will help you
twist the crucifixion
into the privacy of our love
life's become illusion
the illness is the cure
in revolt
tear the thoughts from my head
and spread them on the wall
as tears run down the screen
in close-up
I'm dying to reach the surface
I'm saving all my breath for you
the old man is buried in the clouds
spread the rumor of a new heaven for sale
the public and private sectors collide
as the corporations buy up the night
we lie under the sign and embrace
as they sell us the old dream of a new god
the lovely terrorist and i take arms
blast the corporations out of the sky
shatter the constellations
of power in the name of
absolute love we destroy
do you know
do you mind
that I've taken up a hobby
of my own
on the side
she's no less beautiful than you
and she's mine
but you're the only one for me
you're my profession