Ommatidium

(Lyrics- James Von Lenz)

Lotus smile pleasantries

The rearranged reflections

Of a blooming apparatus

Tea and Garden style disinfection

How warm the wind appeared against the sitar’s budding plectrum

We walked on towards a sunset… an ocean discharge spectrum

But pedals turn to earth and so it seems our warm walk ends

For a pier of vacant stares towards nothing

Soon turns inward and descends

So leave to you these sunspot holes

The secret I herein entrust

We left it once to take a stroll and now I fear return I must

An answer plasters on the eye

All compound things must surely die

An answer plastered on the eye

All compound things must surely die

An answer plasters on the eye

All compound things must surely die

An answer plastered on the eye

All compound things must surely die

An answer plasters on the eye

All compound things must surely die

An answer plasters on the eye

All compound things must surely die

Vaticinium Ex Eventu

(Lyrics- James Von Lenz)

Staring eyeless out the windshield in the front seat of my car

I have reconciled the mirrors from the carnival bizarre

But the light will stop its dancing when the halting of the heart

Tears the cosmos to its fringes and rips the world apart

Have no fear

The end is near

There’s a seven year old speed bump lying mangled in the road

While a covenant of princes carve their idols out of gold

But we all would meet the Godhead in the flame en-haloed dawn

A church bell splitting atoms in the ash of Babylon

Have no fear

The end is here

When all the Earth is silent in the still of leveled ground

All the artificial smiles and the television towns

When the screams have joined together in one final minstrel’s song

No man shall be an island when tomorrow comes along

Have no fear

The end is here

Iskra

(Lyrics- Joshua Lilly)

From this spark a fire will flare

The Wind from Space

(Lyrics- James Von Lenz)

I’m without home

No meds today

No corner safe

From screams gone stray

Don’t call me back

I just can’t stay

I had to run

Before the wind turned gray

I tried to run

But the wind turned gray

Early June

Or was it May?

Beneath an ashen moon

My smile frayed

Might seem absurd

Might sound clichéd

But I had to run

Before the wind turned gray

I tried to run

But the wind turned gray

Well I heard the bombs

From my window pane

The TV talks

But it can’t explain

These bodies burning

In the fallout rain

Shinar

(Lyrics- Joshua Lilly)

Shrouded by an epsilon

The burning field of empty eyes

A spider hatchling mesmerized

By black and white assumption

Ravaged by a roaming grief

The hungry souls a dancing queue

The withered hands that gather dew

A blood clot harvest sleeps the dawn

As small as the world

As big as alone

Bought and sold, then sold to us

Eternity, a condensed drop

Dripping inward, never up

But will your words be strong that day

When gathered by the ancient lies

The honeyed words a gift to men

Your gods are now yourselves again

A mushroom winter freezes lust

As small as the world

As big as alone

Asphalt and Tumbleweeds

(Lyrics- James Von Lenz)

Tree branch fightin’ thunder

A death horn salutation ringin’ true

Tree branch fightin’ thunder

A death horn salutation ringin’ true

Enamel veils the poison but I can smell it all creepin’ through

Caravan through broken streets

Where sycophants sedate the moonlit pale

Caravan through broken streets

Where sycophants sedate the moonlit pale

Beneath that midnight flower I could blink away their smiles etched in brail

Scarecrow’s gonna rise up

‘Fore the buzzards pick these tears up from my eyes

Scarecrow’s gonna rise up

‘Fore the buzzards pick these tears up from my eyes

Spackle black the rain clouds and fallin’ down like angels from the skies

Hard to keep from laughing

Enveloped in a smoke shield cigarette

Hard to keep from crying

Enveloped in a smoke shield cigarette

For the sun is just a backdrop to light the dancing of a gypsy’s silhouette

I hunger now for nothing save a sweet death

Promised long ago

I hunger now for nothing save a sweet death

Promised long ago

When home is where the heart is, it feels like I’ve got nowhere left to go

Rooftop Samsāra

(Lyrics- James Von Lenz & Joshua Lilly)

I can’t seem to bore it out of my head

Its spores move behind and beneath my eyes

I’m drowning in rivers of red maple syrup

That leaked from the pinholes I punched in the sky

I can’t prune the growth from the cranial trenches

The cluster-fuck mumbles of barbwire fences

The strangers that pass me are lambs down below

Transfixed to the altar of streets in the snow

Fatherless, Motherless… Motherless, childless

And over my shoulder and under my iris

Debris from my ego, the creeping abased

Plant seeds for a harvest of echoes and carbine

Neck-Deep in the swamps growing under my face

And the whispers are sounding like heavenly voices

And I feel God inside me and living within

And I puncture the ribs of all those that surround me

with a gunpowder kiss for the Lord in my skin

Fatherless, Motherless… Motherless, childless

One last shot from my pistol to smoke out the loveless

To shatter the temple and rise from the dead

Or to leap from the edge of this empty cathedral,

To fall from my rooftop and join them instead

‘Cause I can’t seem to bore it out of my head

Its spores move behind and beneath my eyes

I’m drowning in rivers of red maple syrup

That leaked from the pinholes I punched in the sky

Pilgrim’s Moon

(Lyrics- James Von Lenz)

Every crackle of pill shatter cast from its mouth

Makes the sinking of whale talons breathe

I’ve outlasted the ruins of heart murmur temples

Where the crescent Neanderthal breed

And so too did its smile like a worm tail buffet

Make the God statue crumble and bleed

In remorse did it vacantly window shop eye sores

Where someone in someway was freed

Clouds melt smearing paint ‘cross the sky

Evicting the sun from the air

Pilgrim’s moon hanging over the night

Starless and tinged with despair

Winter emerges from lights in the air

Raining its snow on the dead

There were fields of them lying

Half-breathing but dieing

And martyred from blows to the head

And was it the soldiers

Or was it the plague?

It’s hard to be certain today

But since its arrival

Its waning survival

For gypsies deciding to stay

Clouds melt smearing paint ‘cross the sky

Evicting the sun from the air

Pilgrim’s moon hanging over the night

Starless and tinged with despair

Winter’s White

Rex tremendae majestatis

Kyrie eleison

Mayfly

(Lyrics- James Von Lenz)

Lampshade sky

The thinning light

Garden colored parasites

Weary Wings

Nearing dusk

The hill will hide the sun from us

Dimmer now

The droning trees

The daylight drips off maple leaves

The stars collect

The rooster’s crow

Is buried thirteen feet below

Mayfly

Evening mist

The pilgrim’s moon

Split the twilight far too soon

Flutter fast

When all is shade

A creeping wood-wing serenade

Curtain call

Horizon lines

Vanish as the sun declines

Midnight sings

This lullaby

All compound things must surely die

Mayfly

An answer plasters on the eye

All compound things must surely die

Midnight sings this lullaby

All compound things must surely die

An answer plasters on the eye

All compound things must surely die

Midnight sings this lullaby

All compound things must surely die

An answer plasters on the eye

All compound things must surely die

Midnight sings this lullaby

All compound things must surely die

All compound things must surely die

All compound things must surely die

Mayfly

J. Robert Oppenheimer, inventor of the atomic bomb, reflects upon his creation.

If you have two minutes to spare, we would eternally be in your debt if you went to this website and voted for our song “Moon Lady” to be in the movie “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World”. At this moment, we are ranked fairly high on the leaderboard and this seems within our grasp. Movie looks interesting, our song would be a perfect fit – what’s there to lose?

P.S. – You can download “Moon Lady” for free, right now, if you click on our albums tab.

http://www.indierockvstheworld.sonicbids.com/BandDetails.aspx?b=14220&sr=false&bn=Voodoo+Pharmacology

We were mentioned in the latest issue of What Weekly, and there’s a nifty photo of us playing at Pow Wow – we love supporting Baltimore’s thriving arts scene and being a part of it! This kind of stuff makes our day!

http://whatweekly.com/2010/05/05/kinetic-pow-wow/

Did you get one of our handmade, one of a kind, super special, limited edition PowWow 2010 Mystery CD’s? Wondering what the hell the names of the songs are?  See, now we convinced you to come look at our crappy website! Marketing genius, I know, thank you, hold your applause until the end. Each CD case is made from 100% recycled (and recyclable) cardboard, and are decorated by the band members themselves. Every single one is different, and only 50 were made! So put that sucker in a bank vault, cuz in 20 years you will be sitting on a pile of gold, my friend.

And if you didn’t buy one, well, shame on you for not supporting local music

Without further ado, the track list is… *drumroll*

1. HAAAAYYYYYY
2. Iskra
3. Moonlady
4. The Sermon
5. The Dead Don’t Seem To Care
6. Minnesota
7. Harp. Guitar. Bass. Drums.
8. Asphalt & Tumbleweeds
9. Because of the Words I Love You
10. Monkey Seat Belt
11. Mayfly
12. Something Borrowed Blues
13. Withdrawlzz
14. 011100010011000010110100101101110

Our music is being featured in the film ‘All the Days of Edgeplay’, with video created by our friend and artist Raven Black (http://www.facebook.com/raven.black1).  There will be a film showing tomorrow in Baltimore and we can’t wait to see how it will turn out. Here are some directions for those who are interested in coming; feel free to ask us if you have any questions.

6804 Eastern Avenue
Baltimore, MD 21224
(410) 633-2921

- If coming from Fell’s- will be on the left hand side right after the exit’s for 95. Get in left lane and make a U-Turn when you see the huge sign that says Glass Grill and Glassblowing (blue and tan).

- If coming from 95- go towards Essex, immedatley left lane and again U-turn.

These are confusing times for the modern musician trying to proverbially “make it” – we are the blind pioneers, raised on the legends and myths of a dead era, lost and fumbling in the overwhelming potentiality of the Information Age. The god statues are crumbling, the rules are changing, and the only consolation we have left is our craft, our art – to arms, then, esteemed audience! Let us ride forth in these uncertain times for the music industry and rewrite the legends ourselves!

– observed at the second bathroom stall on the left at the Fancy Dishes Diner

Раком кому?! Эдипы акустически осы!

Did this nonsense stream of Russian gibberish bring you here?

Might as well stay for a minute – we haven’t seen you in a while. Were we making you uncomfortable? We thought we had progressed past that point in our relationship, but we admit that we might have been too touchy-feely. We will keep our respectful distance. Establishing the business bubble. Business only.

A special thanks to Philip Edward Laubner, perhaps the greatest living photographer left after the Great Kodak Purge, and as always, we tilt our tophats to Kelly Ann Richmond for organizing the UNITE! event and for asking us to perform. If we stumble upon more photos they will be added! These four pictures will be followed by a visual representation of a moment of silence honoring the brave souls who perished to make this happen. Thank you.