Hot Bitch Arsenal

we went thru some kind of thirteenth mooonth transformation (tranceformation?) this weekend. we're just getting settled-in with the new personas and all, so it is early, and all i can tell you is that the music we made tonight has got to be what the mondoshawans* listen to on long interstellar space journeys. they crank it up until the whole ship buzzes (you should too! - cause we made it to be played that way). if you do it right, you'll see them them nodding along to the beat.

*(think 'multipass')

anyway, it's relative. (mp3 audio - right-click, 'save link as' if you want your very own copy)

'same time, same time'
church lets out
every sunday
same time, same time

hands up
up in arms
same time, same time

smoke and mirrors
thieves
same time, same time

corner store
discount price
same time, same time

watching it thru broken windows
passing by streets, shadows
next stop is the last one i go
other angles we take it out of
context baby it's plain and simple
relative is relative

sunsets
every evening
same time, same time

mirage
every second
same time, same time

drought comes
in every desert
same time, same time

i search
for answers
same time, same time

sometimes the mondoshawans visit easter island and turn their large headed friends back to flesh for a solstice party. as the sun sets, and the firelight takes over, this (mp3 audio) plays and echoes around. it is called 'ask again in twenty minutes'. (lyrics to follow).