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A Quick & Dirty Guide to War

by The Velocet

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1.
Chinatown 03:09
6am I'm hurtling home again A sad device at the precipice Of something fake intelligent, my friend Still i'm not through I'll still take these walks with you You're the story that nowhere went Become the current event I've been shooting yr pop junk up again Strung out on the feeling you sold me Hold hands, this is our refrain I'm not hurt Sell me love again If you call it love, i’m hurtling home insane And we are all just fingerprints of some sublime hand That closes and opens The sign that something was stolen But no sign of life In the statues that used to be my friends So make love to the mannequins Or sell me something I've been shooting the pop junk up again Strung out on the feeling you sold me Hang on, here's the old refrain I'm not hurt Sell me love again If you call it love, yr kiss is fair trade I'm not hurt I'm hurtling home insane My darling, i'm trying I'm buying into you again Coz i've been shooting the pop junk up again Lost love, it's a feeling you sold me Anything to feel less lonely Anything to feel less homely It's 6am And we're hurtling home again So we can begin fair trade Insane Fair trade Insane
2.
And there’s the garden; there’s the subway line I’m queueing up dominoes to fall a second time And here’s the river; ribbons of sacred wine The current drags me to the battleground And Concertina smiles Got me a mission; a secret sacrifice I’m plotting out orders hidden within my blood type And now the wire’s laid, sectors of fire designated My bead is bulls-eye on a silhouette The goddess has created O, Concertina, goddess of secret war Sometimes I see your face in the milk spilled on the kitchen floor O, Concertina I bleed my oath to you I am your soldier now, and always, and my aim is true I am your daughter Concertina
3.
Don’t throw me out I’m holding onto us These fingers clench the trust Just hear it out Don’t frame and hang the blame These aren’t your paintings, they’re my mistakes I don’t want to find another And I don’t want to live alone Would you send away your lover just to prove that he was wrong? I guess I’m going to have another Now that everything is gone ‘Cause it’s a clear blue sky for my sweet swan dive and song Don’t throw me up I’m not the medicine But you’re not the problem Hope lifts us up Wipes off the boot prints on my face And licks my wounds back into shape And don’t want to find another And I can’t live this life alone Would you send away your lover just to prove that he was wrong ‘Cause I won’t make it through this summer Hiding out inside our home With your feathers and your bones In cologne Alone in cologne Don’t throw me out I’m holding onto us These feathers turn to dust Just hear it out Don’t frame and hang the blame My famous paintings are all aflame I don’t want to find another I don’t want to live alone Would you send away your lover just to prove that he was wrong I guess I’m gonna drink another Now that everything is gone‘ 'Cause it’s a clear blue sky for my sweet swan dive and song I’m alone In cologne I'm alone in cologne
4.
Coronation 04:07
I know you can’t swim in this water I know you want him underground He knows you snowflake in this weather You know he knows; I know we’re nowhere now We lay black wreaths of circumstance 3 snakes weave in and out of Chance’s eyeball Ballet dancing The alleyways that we all used to hide in It’s a coronation We crown our left and then behead our right In our triangle Behold the blade It’s a coronation The Queen is dead Long live the Queen Whenever you snare me I’m your rumor ‘Coz you always share me with your friends Hiding the keepsake you discovered While folding the laundry with your lover or your friend Bow your head Whatever It’s a coronation We crown our left and then behead our right In our triangle The Queen is dead It’s our coronation The Queen is dead Long live the Queen And it’s a coronation We crown our left and then behead our right in our coronation We crown our left And then behead our right in our triangle 3 snakes give head At their coronation
5.
Holidays Come & fade away To euthanize my memory To suffocate the childrening To isolate my turnstiles Churning lighting from the secret things That I hold close to me You my dear Were this to me I fear Hurdling the guide rail Leaving contrails in the evening As the sun set on the holiday That loved me without warning And left this morning You were just a summer sun Setting in a summer sky It’s a shame to watch you darken You were just a setting sun I don’t want a holiday That loves & fades away Whose pretty hand pines for things That I have yet to make In my little life of secrets, notebooks Tiny silver blades Of LIGHTNING!!!!
6.
See the ring around the moon A secret sign for me and you Tell me if it’s true I think I had a dream in blue While summer ended in deluge But who has conjured up this fiend Incarnate with its teeth and wings? His final movement scored We hang ourselves upon the chords And swing until we’re fucking bored War is over Cry to mother War is over And its truth It flutters thru Like ticker-tape from those towers The ash is on my.... See the ring around the moon It sinks us while it still eludes And you and I will learn Thru all the leisure we have burned This is the wake that we have earned The war is over Cry to mother The war is over And its truth It flutters thru Like ticker-tape from those towers The ashes on my face become its power Its power While the ring around the moon, it signs its messages to fools To fools To fools To fools See the ring around the moon I wonder what I’m gonna do
7.
Birdsongs 04:03
Birdsongs, twisted and meaningless I’m counting back from infinity To land, to land, but we’ve no egress planned And our hearts, our hearts have beached upon the sand, swollen from Rowing the ocean Slow-mo the motion Someone’s tugging on my hand That’s aching, unfolding from Holding the reasons Towing the seasons And sowing barren land that we flew over as starlings Cleave thru my cords of marrow You’ll find me in the wheelbarrow Leave me sleeping, sparrow, this Is just the wound that I aim to miss Call it a kiss Row, row the ocean Slow-mo the motion Row, row the ocean Row, row the ocean Slow-mo the motion Row, row the ocean
8.
Everyone is making love To each other Head on breast Hand to lips Spread out upon the lawn And the flesh sinks Like broken ships In open water It’s the only way we drown But I’m floating fine As I hope to find All the reasons why I would just prefer to hide Anyone can make a drug Of their lover Hand me this Leave your kiss You know I’ll feast upon I’d rather starve than swallow you To discover A hollow chest That’s bottomed out But I’m floating fine As I hope to find All the reasons why I would just prefer to hide Why I’m taking flight Sail into the nighttime I’ll avoid the fight Hiding at heaven’s height Behind a nebula of hearts The distant nebula of love Belongs to no one here on earth Behind a nebula of hearts The distant nebula of love Exploding slowly over time The glittered sky will still cascade Long after Its reasons why Its answer, fades So I’m far away arching in The ether There are stars under my eyelids But still no means to cry Still I’m floating fine As I hope to find All the reasons why I would just prefer to hide Why I’m taking flight Sail into the nighttime I’ll avoid the fight Hiding at heaven’s height Behind a nebula of hearts The distant nebula of love Belongs to no one here on earth Behind a nebula of hearts The distant nebula of love Exploding slowly over time Behind a nebula of hearts; the distant nebula of love Behind a nebula of hearts; the distant nebula of love
9.
Black Agenda 02:43
Letters scrawled in fountain pen postmarked return to sender The mirror shattered, egos felled the pane Shrouded in the eyeshadow is a hidden black agenda And where are all the flowers once again? Once again the soil turned to sand The cistern’s hollow sound rings the command Once again the fire’s scarred the land The water commuted to blood in outstretched hands Where are all the flowers once again And where’s my heart? My bloody hands have taken part and what remains In an hourglass of sand and open veins? Bound up like criminals in a tourniquet of quiet Your slender vase is choking the bouquet And wound up like little clocks we’re spinning near our silence And where are all the flowers once again? Once again the soil turned to sand The cistern’s hollow sound rings the command Once again the fire’s scarred the land The water commuted to blood in outstretched hands And where are all the flowers once again? Where are all the flowers once again?
10.
Grand Mal 05:34
Pleasure from inception ‘till the end Mother, her conception, no defense Seizure touch the daughter’s tiny hands Hold me, hold my horror, pray pretend O, you missed a moment I’ll fill you in O, you missed a moment I’ll fill you in Brother speaks a savior like a lamb Mirror hides the terror of who I am Mother, where’s my father and my friends? Hold me, hold my seizure, tiny hands O, I missed a moment Come fill me in O, I missed a moment Come fill me in O, I missed a moment Come fill me in

about

"Despite the seemingly blatant relevance to the U.S.'s current military policies in the Middle East and despite singer/guitarist Michael Davison's youth as an Army brat and his own stint with the U.S. Marine Corp, the title of The Velocet's upcoming full length Eyeball Records debut, "A Quick And Dirty Guide To War", isn't about politics or involvement with the Armed Forces. It's about life in New York City, alienation, indulgence, pitfalls, and persistence. Currently based in the multifaceted societal mecca of Brooklyn, Davison is backed by local heavy hitters Joe Propatier (former touring drummer for Damon Albarn), Aron Watman (of the Brian Jonestown Massacre), and the Juliard trained guitar stylings of Kris Ricat. With a crew like that it should come as no surprise that The Velocet's art is a cut above the rest.
The record, a blast of precise and fervor-filled post-punk-rock boasts both piercing hooks and bone-shaking aggression. Surviving the melee of industry, competition, and chameleon culture in America's most intense metropolis can be an undertaking; perhaps The Velocet's forthcoming release is the perfect field guide. "A Quick And Dirty Guide To War" drops on July 10th 2007 courtesy of Eyeball Records." ~antimusic.com

"Lead singer and guitarist of the Velocet Michael Davison openly states that he was an army brat growing up and that he must have moved 20 times before graduating from high school. This gives the title of the bands debut album, "A Quick and Dirty Guide to War" a deeper meaning rather than just another band on an incoherent "I hate Bush" musical rant. In fact, the album itself has less to do with politics more to do with the emotions of moving through the military and dealing with the baggage of disillusionment.

As for the sound of the band, the guitars are relentless, the vocals alternate between crooning and a fevered rasp, and the drums propel the tracks to the speed of pure rock bliss. For the uninitiated, I'd say that they sound like a tempered mix of the Foo Fighters, The Strokes, and The Cure. Borrowing accessible riffs and singing style from the first, intricate guitar tricks and occasional new wave indulgences from the second, and the feeling and atmosphere of the reverb from the third.

One album highlight is the blistering opener "Chinatown", which features the line "I'm not hurt, sell me love again." Although it's not clear who he's trying to convince, himself or an unknown woman. Either way the song reaches through organized chaos and yields some vital emotional content. Another standout is "The Turnstiles" for it's almost shoegaze-y layered guitar effects and spare keyboard that break out into a full on Strokes-esque jam. "Coronation" sounds like it would fit perfectly on a later Cure album, especially on the breakdown following the line "The Queen is dead, long live the Queen." Overall, The Velocet combine post punk influences with rock radio aspirations and the result is not only listenable, it's downright good." ~azlton.blogspot.com

credits

released July 10, 2007

The Velocet:
Michael Davison: vox, gtr, mellotron, synth
Aron Watman: bass
Kris Ricat: guitars, synth, FX
Joe Prop: Drums, percussion

Mixed by D. James Goodwin at The Clubhouse
Mastered by Greg Calbi
Produced by The Velocet and D. James Goodwin
Tina Santomauro, Band Manager

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The Velocet was a Brooklyn-based band in the 2000s , signed to the iconic NJ punk rock label Eyeball Records. They released 1 EP, 1 full-length record, and toured extensively in the regional US. Their single "Chinatown" was featured on the CMJ TV Show "One Tree Hill".

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