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1.
DOrothy 04:24
jhimm, written 1993 the merchant of venice told the girl with red shoes to follow the yellow river to the land of truth and though she owned nothing and the river was long she started sailing off, singing this song after five years of sailing, the river it ends in the middle of a city made of honey and green sand in the square there was an alter, where Dorothy did sit she laughed at the truth, she said "i just don't see it" the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told not preparing for what's ahead, memories dragging like a ton of lead the merchant of venice told me a tale or two of the beast that's in my closet, that lives on red shoes he said "son please be wary although its old and blind" i told him not to worry, cause the thing's a friend of mine the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told not preparing for what's ahead, memories dragging like a ton of lead toy cars & make believe, chasing crickets and climbing trees always looking for a friend of mine, hiding in the closet of my mind always fighting to not grow old, a futile battle no ground to hold lie quiet, tucked in my bed, memories running wild in my head the land of oz and make believe, orange horses and color TV's always running from what's behind, the future's worse cause its in your mind forever fighting to not grow old, an endless battle so we are told not preparing for what's ahead, memories drag me screaming out of bed in the square there was an alter, on which i was thrown then the beast told me to rot there, until i am grown he said "son please be wary, when you've grown old and blind" but i don't plan to live in fear, even when i've lost my mind
2.
jhimm, written 1996 Fully automatic blue bottle life container don't leave me in the sun. Sawed-off slide show raisins and prunes stop smiling like a gun. Star struck swimmers of airborne seas are now my only friends. Full metal sports-coat fools and queens seen only through a sunspot lens. Stop the flow {x4} Inspiration flows like salt, on a wound Don't kiss me until I'm cured Separation creeps like ants, on a leaf Sleeping where once it soared. Pressure treated hanging gardens of glass terraces all naturally made. Full on plasticine halogen buzz toys all familiar things seem strayed. Nuclear roadblock falters silver space ships been hanging around out to dry. Cast iron dumpster rot floats purple breezes cinnamon wheat toast on pumpernickel with rye. Stop the flow {x4} Inspiration flows like salt, on a wound Don't kiss me until I'm cured Separation creeps like ants, on a leaf Sleeping where once it soared. Stop the flow {x4}
3.
TEST of time 03:49
jhimm, written 2006 closed eyes, open mind who can pass - this test of time everything is so hard to find brand my skin - don't hide my crime the meek get by they flow like water into the mill - of yesterday everyday the task gets harder on their endless - bed of nails i lay sleeping beauty has turned to dust waiting for - prince charming's kiss life is something you just can't trust as it sneaks off into the abyss house is clean and laid in order its coming back worse now seven fold don't know when i'll reach the end of this straight and narrow road house is clean and laid in order its coming back worse now seven fold the house is empty and swept out coming home again don't waste precious time on the past - or what's been done focus on the contentment of that - which is to come i'm losing sleep but always dreaming as clouds of time - cover up my face heaven hangs just out of reach the sunset a riot - of smoke and flame sleeping beauty has turned to dust waiting for - prince charming's kiss life is something you just can't trust as it sneaks off into the abyss house is clean and laid in order its coming back worse now seven fold don't know when i'll reach the end of this straight and narrow road house is clean and laid in order its coming back worse now seven fold the house is empty and swept out coming home again
4.
tired 05:42
jhimm, written 2006 i try and i try i don't need to know why i'll wait for that time when i lay down to die a smile on my face and a tear in my eye but i'm tired Lord, so tired can i rest here for a while i'm risking a millstone drowning in the flood stumbling to my knees on that road to the skull get through the day wishing i could drift away can i come home now? how long until that day i'm risking a millstone drowning in the flood stumbling to my knees on that road to the skull get through the day wishing i could drift away can i come home now? how long until that day
5.
dave mazzarelli, written 2007 sun is dim and the moon has gone black wish that i was finally home now its the end of days and all i see a simple acquaintance where once was you now i have nothing to show for it never wanted to play the fool how did i end up in this place? why did the sky come crashing down? things are much calmer under the water the pressure builds inside my heart i lift my eyes and beg for release no answer comes and i fall to my knees if i give my soul, would it give me direction? if i offer up my soul, would it take the pain away? fill this vessel with something to believe in give me a reason to draw breath again sun is dim and the moon has gone black sorry lament for an empty heart things are much calmer under the water left behind with no one else to blame a place i called home - what can i take away yet i find myself homeless again
6.
annabell 03:29
jhimm, written 1998 Darkened windows with powdered blue shades Black circles surrounding white frames I see what you need - I see your spirit Keep your eyes on me - I'll see you get near it Two halves of the moon against a red sky Smooth unbroken landscapes where bright stars lie I hear what you need - I hear your soul Keep listening to me - I'll hear your stories told What do you think of me? Are you afraid to tell? Can you get free of me, my darling Annabell? Ripened berries, violet stained Wine and rubies from your wrists chained I'll say what you need - I'll say when to start You're locked to my will - I'm the lord of your heart What do you think of me? Are you afraid to tell? Can you get free of me, my darling Annabell? What do you want from me? Your face aches to tell. What else can you be but, my darling Annabell?
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purpose 04:35
jhimm, written 1994 Johnny was a young boy, lived in the home of the brave. Momma was a kind soul, in a world she could not save. As Johnny grew in years, a wrinkled creased his brow. He wondered how Momma would be, twenty years from now. But I work all day, in the wasteland of fools, sifting through the ruins to try to find the truth. I work all day in the wasteland of this world, and I wonder what will it be? Janey was a good girl, she didn't fool around. Her daddy was a hard man, kept both feet on the ground. As Janey grew in years, a scar grew on her heart. She wondered when he will show, his love to her, somehow. But I work all day, in the wasteland of fools, sifting through the ruins to try to find the truth. I work all day in the wasteland of this world, and I wonder what will it be? Now Johnny and Janey, they're raising two kids, never have no money, don't know how they'll pay the rent. Johnny's got two jobs, so the kids don't see him much, and the TV's on while Janey's on the phone, now the modern world has its hold and it's dragging them down. Bobby is their oldest son, he's grown so big and so tall. His parents try to shield him, from the worst part of this world. As Bobby grows in years, a fear brews in his heart. Living in the real world, will his morals fall apart? But I work all day, in the wasteland of fools, sifting through the ruins to try to find the truth. I work all day in the wasteland of this world, and I wonder what will it be?
8.
jhimm, written 2007 i'm sloughing off the accretions of time troubled by the shape i'm in whittling down this chip on my shoulder opportunities are wearing thin i've betrayed the instrument i was made to be i think it's time to take one on the chin my wings are clipped, my lips are sealed i can't help wondering when my ship is coming in its too late to take it back, but even if we could i'm sure we'd hang ourselves with the same slack, sometimes i think that we should can't see if we're on the right track, trees in front of the wood, blind our eyes to the burning flack, i wonder if it does any good tell me to my face before i fade away i'm just a docetic dreamer, hung out to bleed not trying to grab the glory and power not trying to change your heart or change your mind not trying to be the man of the hour its too late to take it back, but even if we could i'm sure we'd hang ourselves with the same slack, sometimes i think that we should tell me to my face before i fade away why don't you
9.
HOME 05:43
jhimm, written 1999 dreams crumbling plaster like rain sifting and swirling swept under again colors fading dust like the snow sifting and swirling sifting and swirling sifting and swirling no where to go this house of glass will kill us both unless a sinless man throws these stones i take a breath and cross myself say a prayer and call this - home hope decaying rust like a stain sifting and swirling swept under again paint peeling drifts start to blow sifting and swirling sifting and swirling sifting and swirling no where to go this house of glass will kill us both unless a sinless man throws these stones i take a breath and cross myself say a prayer and call this - home dreams crumbling plaster like rain sifting and swirling swept under again colors fading dust like the snow sifting and swirling sifting and swirling sifting and swirling no where to go this house of glass will kill us both unless a sinless man throws these stones i take a breath and cross myself say a prayer and call this - home

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it is widely held that art is the manifestation of creative expression.
we agree that the motive power behind art is creative expression.

we assert that to express oneself, creatively or otherwise, is an attempt to communicate.
to express oneself in a vacuum, creatively or otherwise, would be futile and a waste of motive power.
thus, we assert that it is widely held that art is a form of communication.

however, we also assert that it is widely held
- that because the motive power of the artist cannot be known to the audience,
- that because the author's intent cannot be completely in the mind of the audience,
a full and complete communication between artist and audience is impossible.
an author can put out before an audience their manifestation of expression
but they are impotent to ensure that their intent is known
and thus unable to ensure that which they intend to communicate will be heard.
conversely, an audience can experience a work of art and know it as a manifestation of expression
but they are impotent to know the intent of that expression
and thus are unable to ensure that they hear the intent of the communication.

we assert that if this second widely held view is true, then the first widely held view is, in fact, impossible.
that if this is true then it stands as the complete impediment to expression of any kind.
art offered into the world with the assumption that it cannot properly communicate itself
is, in fact, not art,
because it is, in fact, not communication -- not creative expression.
it is rubbish.

we are two beings -- separate beings with separate motive powers and intentions.
through our combined efforts to express ourselves completely and to hear one another completely,
through the collaborative creation of this work we have discovered that it is, in fact, possible to communicate completely.
we assert therefore, that if we two beings can know each other's motive power, than our audience can also know it.
we assert that there is no distinction between the communication of two beings to create expression and between an expresser and an audience.
we assert therefore, that art is possible -- that art exists.
we assert therefore, that this work of ours is art.
we assert therefore, that our audience can hear this work as completely as we hear it.

therefore we must also assert that the widely held conclusion that an audience cannot completely know art is the enemy of art.
we must identify the root of this conclusion and we must engage in the appropriate therapy to relieve it.
we must attack this impediment.
this impediment to communication.
this speech impediment.
this lisp.

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released October 30, 2011

jhimm: vocals, bass, sequencing
dave: guitar, sequencing, audio engineering, production & mixing

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(lisp) Boston, Massachusetts

jhimm and dave met when jhimm's former band, Scissorkiss, hired dave as the audio engineer for their final two albums. by the time that SK had to disband, jhimm and dave had already begun discussing a creative endeavor of their own.

after a few fits and starts attempting to include a handful of other musicians, jhimm and dave decided to stick to the power duo approach, and (lisp) was born.
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