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Another analog recording from my days with Absolute Zero.
"Progressive Rock" is my default choice on this one. I don't know what else to call it.
Greg, the bass player, wrote the lyrics. It's a little ditty about our culture's obsession with televised media.
Sounds good with headphones, BTW.
(This was my first original artwork endeavor for my music. Appleworks is so cool).
"Progressive Rock" is my default choice on this one. I don't know what else to call it.
Greg, the bass player, wrote the lyrics. It's a little ditty about our culture's obsession with televised media.
Sounds good with headphones, BTW.
(This was my first original artwork endeavor for my music. Appleworks is so cool).
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Lyrics
Cosmic Jell-O
I sit in front of the Television
Wondering if there's anything better
As time draws in the future
These wonders become my world
My mind like the heavens above
Out of time & out of place
throughout the empty spaces
An endless sea of radio waves (Repeat 3 x's)
Vicarious - My Predilection
Paralysis - My Sustenance
Vicarious - At my mind's discretion
Paralysis - Sweet soul I miss
But I have choices, a world of choices
They fit neatly in the palm of my hand
Strange noises, familiar voices
A collect call from TV Land
Cavities the size of poverty
covered by illusions of wealth
These contusions covered by illusion
Are precisely where my motivation melts
Block Reception, Cut Connection Stop Transmission, Change Direction
Vicarious - My Predilection
Paralysis - My Sustenance
Vicarious - My mind's infection
Paralysis - Sweet soul I miss
Everyone lives in their own little universe
Everyone fears the worst
Everyone has a place where they kill time
Would you like to see mine ?
I've got oodles of Jell-O chillin real mell-O
Taking the shape of my hands, my head
Outside the place where truth is felt
I feed my need to avoid myself
And I wonder if there's anything else
Something small that I might've missed
But I don't wonder for too long
The seat's plush, the show's kick
Chorus & Out
©1992 Relative Music: A. Annucci, G. Carson, B. Prince
Lyric: G. Carson
I sit in front of the Television
Wondering if there's anything better
As time draws in the future
These wonders become my world
My mind like the heavens above
Out of time & out of place
throughout the empty spaces
An endless sea of radio waves (Repeat 3 x's)
Vicarious - My Predilection
Paralysis - My Sustenance
Vicarious - At my mind's discretion
Paralysis - Sweet soul I miss
But I have choices, a world of choices
They fit neatly in the palm of my hand
Strange noises, familiar voices
A collect call from TV Land
Cavities the size of poverty
covered by illusions of wealth
These contusions covered by illusion
Are precisely where my motivation melts
Block Reception, Cut Connection Stop Transmission, Change Direction
Vicarious - My Predilection
Paralysis - My Sustenance
Vicarious - My mind's infection
Paralysis - Sweet soul I miss
Everyone lives in their own little universe
Everyone fears the worst
Everyone has a place where they kill time
Would you like to see mine ?
I've got oodles of Jell-O chillin real mell-O
Taking the shape of my hands, my head
Outside the place where truth is felt
I feed my need to avoid myself
And I wonder if there's anything else
Something small that I might've missed
But I don't wonder for too long
The seat's plush, the show's kick
Chorus & Out
©1992 Relative Music: A. Annucci, G. Carson, B. Prince
Lyric: G. Carson




































Ed Hannifin
...instead of joining a punk/New Wave band that eventually morphed into something like funk... it might've sounded something like this...
Your bass player has my kudos for both coming up with this stream of words and for being able to keep pace with singing them...
I love the guitars on this... slightly different, left and right, but not losing the groove at any point...
Very neat...
Ed