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Chronicle of the NonPop Revolution
Music and Text: David Dramm
Commissioned by ASKO Ensemble and Fonds voor de Scheppende Toonkunst
I. Transport I smell the fumes of the future filling my brain with high octane I'm dissolving in swirling sound weaving thru vapors of hum 'n buzz my vessel's signed 'no return to sender' floating in this sea of crystalsonic splendor I smell the fumes of the future filling my head with hazy vapors every trail I knew and loved breaks up into static a big wide screen of crumbling sony chromomatic my ship's followed endless chasms of ruptured granite, cracked and cleaving, veins, as long as light years, of pink and yellow, gleaming I am only waiting for a spark I am only waiting for the roar show me your radiant spectrum from the lowest, deepest rumble to a stratocastin' sirencore reaching sounds that only your polaroids can hear I smell the fumes of the future gasoline, thick like cotton candy and crystalphonic clear II. Space Cowboy Some people call me the space cowboy 'cause I'm floating like an argonaut in heat halfway from nowhere is too close for comfort a tiny, twirling planet of green and blue below full of hungry little rodeo boys, tangled up in the woods west coast coin flippers trying to steal the goods toyko gophers, brill building loafers and broadway mozarts I can hear for light years, I'm the gangster of buzz I was a tripahopaholic 'fore Flash and Herc were spinnin' I was cutting deep in vinyl folding melodies like linen when your single-pole, double-throw b-boys weren't conceived of when breakbeat meant no barline I dropped the old school metrical for the wiggly-line electrical wiggly my form is aerodynamic, trans-atlantic bounding and leaping, don't panic no over-heated franco-sixin' no stinking up the joint with neo-geo counterpoint no lo-fi styling, finger-filing squiggly-lining, sonic koans, buddha drones, improv over telephones, live body art, new age for the young at heart, old new age for shoppin' K-Mart, retro-folkie in the metro homies, breeders, feeders, random seeders readers selling half-digested Charlie for those who can't take it gnarly Keep a distance from inflated overturing, overrated border blurring, pop for blue hairs, blues for kiddies, spunky Mozart, punky pop tart, funky g-men Gordon Liddys, biodegradable Newk (call it Hilverslumming) all the things you ain't (nobody's fainting at your second coming) pull the shado on Plato, hang the horn up on Burney, if they ring you up at home, its too late for an attorney no phone-it-in hand-clappin', no nappin' on the one don't leave your Wilsons out at night, don't leave your Velvets in the sun no Billie Holiday on ice, no doo-whack on the curbs sounds like your backbeat left Chicago and it headed for the 'burbs no Bugs 'n Daffy zappin', no scherzos outta Tom & Jerry no Igor on a pogo stick, hey Arvo Pärt, meet Dirty Harry later with the hi, honey I'm tonic, do-re-mi-dodecaphonic, no lo-calorie noodlin' on the white bread keys, get a grip on that vibrator, ya know you're shaking at the knees melodic stop n' shop up on top go figure bass down below ³plug it in and turn it on² don't make it snap, don't make it crack, don't make it pop, don't make it wow and flutter sounds like that digi-doggy's down with a chronic phonic stutter I got the hissy gliss criss-crossing; stereo's for losers klang and drone and bang and moan and I can hear for light years, I'm the gangster of buzz 'cause I speak of the effect before the 'cuz III. Speed of Light Rodger 8 and Rodger 9 crashed into the moon didn't you see their snapshots of that waterless lagoon? pictures full of silence, holes the size of Kansas when they never made it back, I thought we'd messed it up for good bad dreams fell out of the sky, I didn't know they could whoosh, whoosh what a starry night gotta catch up to the sp-speed of light I'm getting moonsick and homesick over you the smell of stardust always makes me blue a moonbeam is my rudder, a waterlily my boat the big wide screen horizon, it seemed like a good idea at the time forget your date with the brave new world, break out the vodka and the lime whoosh, whoosh what a starry night gotta catch up to the sp-speed of light push, push push me into flight gotta catch up to the sp-speed of light whoosh, whoosh com'n, hold me tight as we slowly fall to pieces over a thousand years one by one, each part's replaced 'til nothing's what it appears my future's set on rewind, I jump forward into my past oh, saint augustine oh, doctor nerve oh, mama it's all over and over and over and over and over...
Lyrics © 1997 Saprophone Music, Amsterdam
Music © 1997 Donemus, Amsterdam
Hello Pop Tart (1997)
Music and Text: David Dramm
Written for Tomoko Mukaiyama and Maarten Altena Ensemble
7 Well, it goes in one ear and out the other Every new sound sounds just like another Your machine was on but you missed the message: We shoved up the fader 'cause we love the wreckage >From Bratislava to Java to Petticoat Junction, we're flying true to form now that we tossed the function. >From Chicago to Morocco to the Brigadoon dale, since we got satellite feed, we don't check the mail. Goodbye to the young at heart Goodbye to modern art This fin-de-siécle was doomed from the start Yeah. Nail your body to VW Bug your next big thing was met with a shrug your future was bright 'til it got unplugged it's a banquet of leftovers so pass the ketchup the future's holding out for a better deal the future's holding out for a easy meal we lost the thread of the story in the last reel the future's losing its mind, so it's going on feel a good time was had by all while we were being had your body looks respectable but your mind smells bad Well, it goes in one ear and out the other Every new sound sounds just like another Your machine was on but you missed the message: We shoved up the fader 'cause we love the wreckage Goodbye to the young at heart Goodbye to modern art This fin-de-siècle was doomed from the start Goodbye Genius, Hello Pop Tart Goodbye Genius, Hello Pop Tart Goodbye Genius, Hello Pop Tart, Hello Pop Tart, Hello Pop Tart.
© 1997 Saprophone Music, Amsterdam