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about

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.

join us.

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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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Track Name: DOrothy
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
Track Name: STOP the flow
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}
Track Name: TEST of time
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
Track Name: tired
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
Track Name: under the water
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
Track Name: annabell
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?
Track Name: purpose
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?
Track Name: virtually gone
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
Track Name: HOME
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