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Dot Kill Dot

by Harvey Mapcase

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1.
Hysteria (free) 04:04
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
2.
Ulises Lima 03:30
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Screech Owls 04:15
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
7.
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
8.
Wilco Me 02:33
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
9.
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
10.
Saints Swing 04:07
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
11.
Dot Kill Dot 06:28
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 notes

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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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