Dot Kill Dot

by Harvey Mapcase

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Dot Kill Dot is dedicated to the memory of Jamal River (King Toad).

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released August 18, 2014

Neil Carlill: Vocals, guitar, bass
Doug Allen: Drums, percussion, backing vocals
Matt Black White: Bass, backing vocals

Gwen Carlill: Backing vocals on “Hysteria”

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Jayrope at Echo Coordinate in Berlin
www.kliklak.net/jayrope/

All songs written by Neil Carlill © ASCAP
Arranged by Neil Carlill and Doug Allen
All paintings by Junko Suzuki
Design & photography: Shawn Martin
“It’s a Ritual” and “Dot Kill Dot” photos: Austin J. Orwin
Additional photography:
Gwen Carlill and Neil Carlill

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Harvey Mapcase is the bird name for Neil Carlill, Doug Allen and Matt Black White

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Track Name: Hysteria
Striking the man
With hypnosis
Striking the man
With the money tree
Enough of the aliens, already
Take them to dance, or dinner

Going down is fear enough
All is forgotten hysteria

In bed with the dreams of 1930
Replacing the light and shade
With our own deeds
Death to the aging process
A gift for a day
Give it back to me
All is forgotten hysteria
Going down is fear enough

Hysteria, deep and dark
The talk at times it goes too far
Hysteria, here we are, here we are,
here we are

Shaking the man, with voltage
Spits out again, all the cookie seeds
Enough with the dawn, already
It’s whiskers betray, a nights sleep

Going down is fear enough
All is forgotten hysteria

Hysteria, deep and dark
The talk at times it goes too far
Hysteria, here we are, here we are
Hysteria, near or far
The questions fly inside the dark
Hysteria, here we are, here we are
Hysteria, hysteria, hysteria
Track Name: Ulises Lima
Ulises Lima sucks gun powder
Writes the hour
King Sips Officious Sappho Sappho
Bird dust shower
Dialing Satyricon
Roll out, roll out Nina Rota
And astrocan tops up the solar dots
The solar dots, the solar dots

We were the ones
To silence the wrong news
It sticks to the sun
Its rivals are on cue
No reminder, no remainder

The hand map cracked the
port receiver
Twice an hour
The wisdom flea bits into my
upper lip
Simple Quota
La Dolce Vita lights
up the screen
And atmosphere
And planet by planet
We run from the fires
And also our dreams

We were the ones
To silence the wrong news
It sticks to the sun
Its rivals are on cue
No reminder, no remainder
You were the ones
To silence the wrong news
It sticks to the sun
Its rivals are on cue
No reminder, no remainder
Track Name: Wheels Made for Boats
Mr. Cutthroat is he a joke
Impish, remote
He screams he crows
Phantom tollbooth
His pages removed
For sleep we snooze
Mere books refuse

Some worthless scheme
Count me out, count me out
A sweet voice leans
The lonely hours of certainty

Creosote for your fears
Is bespoke in arrears
The last coat of the year
With regret we’re still here
Luster evokes
Old scenes emote
Tired hands, dry throats
Made for wheels made for boats

Some worthless scheme
Count me out, count me out
A sweet voice leans
The lonely hours of certainty
A doorbell screams
Count me out, count me out
And, or doubtful

Missed your sweet throat
Sang so clear for the folks
Like the words you let go
Left the songs
Track Name: Ravens Pick Locks
Change atomic stitch
Racers raven crow
Chrome is Waugh is yellow
Halo to me snow
Iron horses zip
Whispers for the dogs
Chrome is so far mellow
It feels like home for moths

Horses go round the bend
With whiskers that never end
Crows guard
Rooks Sharks

Ravens sipping snow
Hazel whip she knows
Water dripping tricks
Flying solves it
I can make you sing
Waltz from head to toe
How to makes you sulfur
Is my trick maybe so

(sings) Horses
(says) Go round the bend
(sings) With whiskers
(says) That never end
Crows guard (regard)
Rooks Sharks

Ravens pick locks
Ravens make me sip snow
Ravens know the ways of the home
Track Name: Asylum's White Teeth
Stares at my ankles
Then whispered on up
A catapults brain
Contains a syringe
The psalms of a freak
Untame the unhinged
Unhinged me within
And a rusty old dream
Will kill an odd car

One more lazy eye
The other hand’s a spy
A twinkle from earth
Is how you detect a spy
For some golden lazy eye
In some golden lazy eye
Golden lazy eye

Blessings in the breeze
Will teach you to sin
Asylums white teeth
Will bite the old guards
Will bite the old guards
Rabbits read fiction
And chew magazines
And a rusty old dream
Will nurture us all

One more lazy eye
The other hand’s a spy
A twinkle from earth
Is how you detect a spy
For some golden lazy eye
In some golden lazy eye
Golden lazy eye
If you get a call from a priest
Lock down on your kids
Track Name: Screech Owls
Fine birds will tweet that’s gold dust
To my ears
Nine cats will purr that’s gold dust
In my ears
Screech owls they sit and stare up
In the trees
Gives your gift a name

Snow dogs will bark and watch you
At the wheel
Friends show me pictures of doves
They’re appealing
Screech owls they sit and stare up
In the trees
Gives your gift a name

Watch their guard go down
All my thoughts resisted
Tempers breaking ground
A fork, a knife, a table, a spoon
A food fight that ignites

The lane casts down it’s lovers
The road sings sounds above us
Trees frame street lights
The kiss moves sweetly at night

See their guards go down
Careless thoughts are whispered
Traumas one piece gown
A fork, a knife, a table, a spoon
A food fight that you like
Watch their guards
All my thoughts
Tempers breaking
Call it a pitch
A fiction, a wisdom
I sang for Buster,
For Mabel, for King Toad
Track Name: It's a Ritual
Well your ears are amongst the law
And my ears are against your door
At a distance marked in chalk
It’s a ritual
How much do you growl?
Do you sound like a bear?
Will you fictionally burn?
It’s a ritual

Golden gift rust slippers
Hold out your sleepy hands

Vinyl gears are among the law
And this time it’s a walk on war
There’s an outline marked in chalk
It’s a ritual
How much do you growl?
Do you sound like a bear?
Is the seaside your home?
Or a ritual?

Golden gift dust gloves
Hold out your sleepy feet

Lies, dirt, hands will choke
An envelope full of religion and smoke
Religion and smoke

Feeding frenzy welcomes a draw
Dented minds behind your door
At a distance short of the law
It’s a ritual
How much do you growl?
Do you sound like a bear?
Are we free to return?
To the ritual

Old tires new dirt
Both hands one broke
Sealed this letter on fire and smoke
Track Name: Wilco Me
Whose heated hands
Will come
To stop me shaking
To put the ease back into aging

Crow’s weird words
Will come
To preen my senses
To give me wires and no defenses
Will come
To help me breathe
To give me the wisdom I need

Whose familiar voice
Will come
To bring me comfort
From the sunshine
That makes my ears hurt
Will come
And keep me steady
For something certain
Should be ready
Track Name: Bali Starlings
Bali Starlings in Bali
Watch them display
Bali Starlings

I wore satanic curls
For all the science girls
Licking the movie screens for laughs
Steal the money taken
Jumped up flees the scene
And face the darkness we have seen

We kicked at random walls
To feed the sunsets call
Sliding every second past
Time for clocks is shaken
Jump cut steals the scene
And lines erase the guilty queen

Bali Starlings in Bali
Watch them display
Bali Starlings

I clapped the final words
Of an evening too absurd
I drank the mud from someone’s cup
All disease forsaken
An idea rushed at me
The boy that bit Picasso sees

Bali Starlings in Bali
Watch them display

Caught me, stop, watch me, got
Caught, and stop, watch me, caught
Caught, stop, watch me, stop
Track Name: Saints Swing
Are you confused?
Are you confused?

A family portrays itself
Like dust on those bridges
Like bees and their wild wings
Collect in the corner she brings
Corner she brings

Nine cameras make a jigsaw
Rolled up in castle views
A plant’s confusion green
We feel for the ghosts of the few
Ghosts of the few

If California tries to kick you
You’ll be coming back for more
In style and faith a silent film crew
Will set the seasons by the store
And the jellyfish waves
Baking bread in the deep

Broken bell broken bell
Broken bell broken bell

Fills up 5 miles sway car load
Oh targets paint sore eyes
More inches past those goalposts
Saints swing the corner she brings
The corner she brings

If Sacramento tries to kiss you
You’ll be coming back for more
In style and shade a silent film crew
Will set the seasons by the score
How the jellyfish shaves
Is a mystery of the deep
And the sharks behave
Where the single fish sleep

Broken bell broken bell

King of itself
Track Name: Dot Kill Dot
I could be asleep
Interpreting dreams
Oceans deep

I could be just alive
As silence reigns
Between four and five

I could be dot kill dot
A fiction waiting out writers block

Stop fighting time my friend
Cos we’re accelerating
Low lighting time my friend
Yes we’re accelerating
Stop fighting time my friend
Cos we’re elastic
And we’re accelerating

I could be an anecdote
Your hair’s on fire
That’s a beautiful coat

I could wear the cracks
Upon my face
As night attacks

I could be out of mind
And weak from love
At twisted times

Stop fighting time my friend
Cos we’re accelerating
Low lighting time my friend
Yes we’re accelerating
Sober stories and welcome
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