...deader from the get go a slower sort of exploding that leaves you
empty sometimes, especially w/the frozen rain and disconnect
notices...FIVE YEARS now w/this band staggering through it slowly
w/the bus & the van and the filthy carburetors always mocking us
w/mutters&groans... to dream sometimes maybe of the freer sound knowing
that it can't ever be pinned down, you look at it too hard or think
about it too often &the thing just disappears... and always w/the
slow boiling crises sometimes sick sometimes in mind body & heart w/the
jangling nerves and worried postures... nine of us now, still doing the
song & dance in spite of or as best we can, the lonesome gospel of
mostly wondering why, and the shadows of a million late-nite almost
van-crashes still trailing behind our heels... and making w/the tape
loops and other highbrow accoutrements it gets a bit too easy to forget
that we still gots to make it about the
filthy dirty smelly hotel2tango in all it's ragged-assnesss w/the bad
air and the unpaid bills and the 'willfull obscurity', like not wanting
to talk at all hardly about structure or form, wanting only to tell this
little story to the other ones, the ones who have or will soon build or
sustain or try to endure, the little secret communities worldwide- a
picture in our heads of tons of us worldwide nodding our heads always
quietly in agreement w/occasional lo-key communiques or rumours...and
we're all nervous just like the first time and drunk on top of it too
and play too loud and miss the changes &laugh or cry, and all of it
because of or only for the split seconds in that mess when you can
forget yr. name and yr. petty hatreds and distrusts of all of us lost in
this sicksicksick world which blinds us so young and leaves us hollower,
for a second we can forget it up there and that's why we wanna rock just
like zeppelin 9 and leave the high ideas behind mostly, work'll set you
free, it's the truth- a rumble from a ruined speaker to maybe bring the
gov't. down one sorry heart at a time.... we dedicate it to mile end
still, and to the people who get the point still, which isn't even about
this band or rock&roll records at all... we dedicate it to the scene
that never has been but always will be soon... we dedicate it to every
prisoner in the world...