"Inbetween The Liners"

MGMT, 4 letters, 5 minds, 6th sense. Second Sight? Rock'n Roll is 50 years old, but we are still speaking in tongues. What would Aristotle mke of Wop Bop A Loo Bop? A Zen mantra for our Bam Boo times? 'Expect the unexpected' I heard - as any fools knows, usually impossible. 9 months, the pregnant portion of a year; spent in their company; hasn't led me to deceive I know MGMT any better than anyone else. No tomes from me or type-tapping critics will reveal that. A 5 part puzzle beyond Rubik proportions for you to Twist & Shout to. Never mix stripes and spots we're told. Ha. It's actually a beautiful clash. Hell, here comes the Paisley & Polka-dot too. Watcha gonna do about it? Love it, of course! CONGRATULATIONS, their second long player is something precious. A Gift. To Lovers. To Others. For Sisters. For Brothers. To live to. To love to. To look at. To listen thru. Nine songs. Some Short Some Long. A shy-eyed journey thru the dichotomy of their lives thru their souls. Sunday Bacon for the Monday Generation.

IT'S WORKING: Love? Or Confusion? Reality? Contusion? Subterranea or Sub-fusion. The Quest begins.

SONG FOR DAN TREACY: A Man. A Mistery? A Saint? A Sod? Were we all made for this life? Some give, some receive. But Dan Treacy smiles.

FLASH DELIRIUM: The Natives go all Dance-hall Stomp as something strange in the water forces a Flash time Strobo-cop emanation of the will. Delusion Extrusion.

SIBERIAN BREAKS: A Pop Surf Opera, after the storm the loss of Ego. Breakers on the Beach. Hangin Ten with the Hodads. Distraction. Then Sandy Smiles as the Sun Squints its way. A new day. Cleansed. Ready. Surf's up! Piss or pass the Pot.

SOMEONE'S MISSING: But Who? And Why? Just a thought? A feeling? Or a moment of doubt lying in wait? To refilling the gateway. The door. Consciousness. A lines.

I FOUND A WHISTLE: Hope. Reassurance. The bogey-man Triumph of the Plastic surf totem. The motion of Notions. Spells & potions.

BRIAN ENO: A Smile Sent out. A wink and & chuckle. The Mistery of time. The Air Traffic controller of ssSound and ssSpace and ssSubterfuge.

LADY DADA'S NIGHTMARE: The Mind falters. Questioning. Looking for answers. Lock-loop images stray into fluorescing cotton candy crimes. Impervious. Then, the Release. A Primal Scream for the How Generation. More DaDa than GaGa. More Drinking than Thinking. Less Arty than Party. Time takes a rain-check.

CONGRATULATIONS: The Half-arsed Hugs of routine celebrations. Realisations. Random Aging. A World in tatters? Glitter that matters? The hollow victory. And then Sleep.

"Congratulations"

Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters of city officials
Attend demonstrations
It's hardly a sink or swim
When all is well if the ticket sells

Out with? a wimper
It's not a blaze of glory
You look down from your temple
As people endeavor to make it a story
And chisel a marble word
But all is lost if it's never heard

But I've got someone to make reports
That tell me how my money's spent
To book? my stays and draw my blinds
So I can't see what's really there
And all I need's a great big congratulations

I'll keep your dreams
You pay attention for me
As strange as it seems
I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me
The ground may be moving fast
But I tied my boots to a broken mast

The difference is clear
You throw it in your cauldron
Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn
Steinways and Baldwins
You start with a simple stock of all the waste
And salt to taste

But damn my? luck and damn these friends
That keep on combing back their smiles
I save my grace with half-assed guilt
And lay down the quilt upon the lawn
Spread my arms and soak up congratulations

"Brian Eno"

So tired
Soul searching
I followed the sounds to a cathredal
Imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno

Past the gates
Quite stark
The roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
Not red not blue not yellow but black
And all the space left for you
If the sky was synthesized you'd probably know

He taught me many things
The wisdowm of o bleak stratagems
The prophet of a sapphire soul
Presented through creative freedoms
And everything i say is true
Cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show

I can tell that he's kind of smiling
But what does he know?
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno

When I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses
My whole foundation came unglued
When i tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know?
He's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno!

He promised pretty worlds and all the silence
I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le
Baptiste De La Salle Eno

Well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade
Trees grow the creature by the water feature with a
Ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved
Well we reap what we sow he's go the whole
World behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc.