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Tales of Asadour

by Eric Romani

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1.
Verse 1 A gentle breeze The careless evening has dissolved into night Caught in the sheets Caught in the counting of the sheep herd Suppressed in rows Not even sheep can make the ferns grow I'll keep a spare Rib in my cage to make another one of you Verse 2 Some people wear The endless makeup and incense like you But none of them can really look as silly smell as paley as you do You decorated Your face with angels and jewels and gum Now words you say Smell like the fragrence of mosquitoes and stuff Chorale Save your breath For now lock it safely Maybe in a cave I'll keep a spare hand in my purse So you don't have to talk Verse 3 I hold my breath That maybe you would finally eat out of bed But then again Perhaps there's wisdom in me skiing instead
2.
Verse 1 Climb out of the subway, look, look at the streets A herd of pigeons squirreling away from footsteps Leaving a trail of bagels and cream cheese Ohh, evening the streets are cold, colder than you Two little oak trees lost in the gold gold Forest wondering when to shed their leaves Ohh, evening the streets are far, farther than you Chorus 1 Rockaway away rockaway... Verse 2 Rise, rise for the morning broom sweeping the road Twelve fat elf guys sitting around and watching White hipsters running through the streets Ohh, morning the streets are cold, colder than blue Men slinging shotguns (part of their blues) run in Circles wondering when to shed their teeth Ohh, morning the streets are far, farther from you Chorus 2 Far away away far away...
3.
Verse 1 There's a lady hanging from a window With some flowers in her bowl She tried making the flowers grow on her head But her head was too slow Verse 2 When I saw her last she was Past us with a date at Burger King was it Her boyfriend had a cast on his leg And he would go to great lengths to make her sing at it Chorus 1 She said "I'll get myself a job and Move on to better things 3x I'll buy myself a pot and Plant all my flowers there 3x" Bridge He said "sing a song for my sweet leg And I will carry you to sleep Lets forget about the keg Lets pay the bill and leave I'll put you in my house Chorus 2 I'll sit you in my couch and Play you for thirty days 3x Play you in thirty ways Break myself a bone and Wish you would grill me steak 3x" Verse 3 And her keg of Sprite she drank in spite Of the riskiness of spilling on his leg But she didn't care it's no wonder they are here It's no wonder she has flowers on her head Coda But the flowers are about to die Cuz the pot's to low Her head's too slow The roots don't grow And her steak's too rare
4.
Exposition: Squirrells scatter at the slightest move Scare them off with all your tennis shoes Sprinklers get them on their way home Soaking travelers on their honeymoon Secondary Theme: Run in stride You will not find where the flowers hide Drink more beer Let your thoughts drizzle down on your strudel too Maybe you Really would kill two stones with one bird Just in time The stones are annoying and they're multiplying Development: Make the gardens all grow on your head (Make the gardens all grown on your head) Plant the flowers on a window sill From the nestled rock a Recap: Squirrell breaks free and sprints through birds and bees Runs alongside casual cyclists Like dolphins coasting past the journalists Darts in search for a pleasant nesting tree Finds a home and hangs from a window Pushing up flowers with its tiny head
5.
Someone saw me on Maple Street Strolling 'round 'neath the maple tree it wasn't bad Mind your step as you saddle on Come and dance said the little one it won't take long Vicious trees blowing at the wind As we ride on forgetting all about the things
6.
Intro Flakes flakes are passing me by As they fall on my car When the rivers freeze and summer ends When sunny summer ends When pine tree fragrance ascends When playgrounds frozen on their stands Still attest to snow plows that rudely Plow o'er their friends Verse 1 Age clings to the edge of the cheese Like the grip of the great English gentleman's daughter Who paints her nose and hopes for a dote from her father But her father says she better go out in the snowy weather "Shovel up all that snow Finish up all your school" Chorus 1 See the mavericks that roam the streets with smelly red beards Ruin fluffy fallen snow Mutate the road top into slushy brown beer Slipping on the ice Dressed up in mittens and a box of white cake And a season-matching gown Candles will fall and burn up all in their wake Lighting up the town Chorus 2 See the playgrounds with little kids that play in the snow When the schools are all but closed Walk past them slowly thinking how the wind blows Drinking coffee drinks Dressed up in mittens and a box of white cake And a season-matching gown Candles illuminate around the grilled steak Warming up the town Verse 2 Someday wandering in like the moon Will be late English gentleman's daughter Saying "how could I get me some water" But the mirror tells her "better go out in the snowy weather Shovel up all that snow Pick up your kids from school"

about

"The sound is clean and clear and the harmonies are awkward in a good way."

"It brings up echoes of the late Frank Zappa by writing lyrics that talk about mundane things...and makes them sound luscious and enticing by putting them to melodies and sound structures that are quirky and at times absurd."

"It’s a mixture of rock, jazz and something I’ve never heard before…something that only a number of listens can reveal; a humorous lyrical view of a musical world that has its space and time existing in a place far beyond what the casual music listener is accustomed to."
-Critic, Artist, and Curator, Mikel Frank

credits

released March 4, 2014

Vocals, Guitars, Synths: Eric Xu
Drums (Tracks 1, 2, & 5): Malcolm MacDuffie
Violins: Josh Henderson
Viola: Laura Sacks
Cello: Ali Jones

Composer/Producer/Mix Engineer: Eric Xu
Co-Producer: Malcolm MacDuffie
Recording Engineer (Drums): Lim Wei, Tracks 1, 2, & 5
Recording Engineer (Drums): Catherine Hood, Tracks 1, 2, & 5
Mastering Engineer: Adam Grover, Georgetown Masters
Album Artwork: Joanna Smith

Many many unforgettable thanks to:
Peter MacDuffie, Kwabena Slaughter, Abhay Singh, Catherine Hood, Christine Oo, Joanna Smith, Siddharth Sharma, Cecile Tournesac (to whom "Rockaway Parkaway" is dedicated), Mikel Frank (to whom "Dance of the Things" is dedicated)

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