Diptych

by The Classical

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released 01 December 2014

Released December 1, 2014. The Classical is Juliet E. Gordon and Britt Ciampa.

Songs written by Juliet E. Gordon.
"Escapeboards, pt. I" written by Juliet E. Gordon and Britt Ciampa.
Produced by Juliet E. Gordon and Britt Ciampa.
Engineered by Britt Ciampa.
Mixed by Jay Pellicci.
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering.

Backing vocals by Jake Brownell (tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9) and Britt Ciampa (tracks 5, 6, 9).

Cover art diptych by Juliet E. Gordon. Graphic design by Juliet E. Gordon and Britt Ciampa.

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Track Name: The Blue Room
Another visit, another vision
Well, well
Won’t you join me in The Blue Room?

Another minute, another moment
Another moment, another
Pelican, Pelican
Pelican…

I sit slowly, I am only
I sit slowly, I am only
I am only in The Blue Room
I sit only in The Blue Room

Uh huh…

Give me your bloodlet
Enchant me tonight
The brine of wild longing
Circling his eyes
Sandblast, nightflights
Holy moly
That’s the older fella I used to know
Fella I used to know

Sometimes the odor sticks to you for days
Sometimes the odor sticks to you for days
Sometimes the odor sticks to you, effuses
Such a stench from you…

Give it to me now

Another visit, another vision
Well, well…
Track Name: Shovel & Bevel
I’m sick of you looking for trouble
Shovel & Bevel
Looking for treasure
Shuffling shit with a shovel
Get on my level
Get on my level

I’ll get you
I’ll get you
On both sides
I’ll get you

I’m sick of you looking for trouble
Shovel & Bevel
Looking for treasure
Shuffling shit with a shovel
Get on my level
Get on my level

I’m sick of you looking for trouble
Shovel & Bevel
Looking for treasure
Lifting your hips to the devil
Looking for trouble
Looking for treasure
I’m sick of you looking for trouble
Shovel & Bevel
Looking for treasure
Shifting the blame to your sister
Someone should tell her
Just how you fixed her

I’m sick of you
Looking for trouble
Shovel & Bevel
Looking for treasure
I’m over your tired
Shit and your shovel
Looking for trouble
Get on my level

I’ll get you
I’ll get you
On both sides
I’ll get you
I’ll get you
Track Name: Byzantine Tango
I’m a silver machine
Feigning sleep in the next bed over
And if you sit here with me
We can sink to the belly of the earth
And every uncertainty
Disappears in a perfect incandescence

Alive
He lifts his eyes
Fixed gaze
Discipline
Turn the page
Flip it back again
One face, two face
You fake your face

There is nothing we need
We bring nothing when we are buried
Not a gold figurine
Not the piss of a homeless Roman
Of what interest are we?
Our old toys have no use for our stiffened fingers

The pedophiles creep up with their cure-all fixers
Love elixirs
Innocent games
Maybe make it to sunup
And suffer your day

But every nightfall
It calls to you:

“I’m a silver machine—
I’m an infinite vista opening”

Set a minute aside for the things that matter
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Track Name: Deft With Language
He is so Deft With Language
And so dedicated
Meanwhile the pole I am humping
Sinks into the earth

What dollar do you trade in?
With what silks beladen?
It goes a long way down
What seems to be worth

Motorcycles charging
Like a baby’s snarling
Phantom ill sensation
Welled up dropping from a dream
And falling to its
Fatted collarbone my
Heavy-heartedness
I’ve just now seen it happen

He is so Deft With Language
And so dedicated
Meanwhile the pole I am humping
Makes a dent in the earth
There is a faint sucking noise
As the grain soaks with mud
What a cold lie we live in
To conceal the labor
I’m a stuck pig
In a sense I’ve nothing left to lose!

Laughing businessmen amused
A woman’s fooled them
Like the fish breath of a whale
Says who’s consuming whom
And while my ship’s harpoon
Aims silently for
Heart fat ready to be spilt
Into the changing tide
A bird is crying
Nauseous circles flies above
But that’s his problem
Why’s he flying like a bird?
Track Name: Driveby
Oh, oh to be
A guard dog
It feels fine!
No one escapes
Your guy

Stare close and deep
At the whites
Of his eyes
You make the call
Aim, fire

Oh, the people look on
All in shock and appalled
Vague, the nature of hate
It leaps over gates
It slithers through bars

Stare long and hard
That old judge
He looks down
Feet on the floor
Stand your ground

Kid, candy bar
You’re young
You’ll go far
Many have fallen before you
For you

Do your citizen part
Make your countrymen proud
Fuck law by faggots and freeloaders
By criminal coddlers
And bleeding hearts

You may go by many names while vigilante justice stands
But a lot has changed since God created man
In your television brain a good cop never turned and ran
He rushed forward with a gun in his fat hand

When the white man waves his dick around he makes us people dance
He’s conducting to the whistle overhead
Track Name: Sicily: Catacombs
The desolated flower man holds his head in his hands
No one wants fresh flowers for the less-than-recent dead
Out of the heat, the people come to look upon his neighbors and ancestors

If we could hear their humor it would shock us, shock us all
Their wit slips out unspoken, crooked as their broken jaws
Disease is like a spider web: remains almost unseen until it catches
So why hold back black comedy’s good lessons?

The bodies of the virgins are not slower to decay
Their doors will never open but they’re still creaking just the same
Strung up by their necks in rotten dresses wheezing down at their weeping fathers
Masturbating, gargling saltwater

There I spent an hour with my hand upon my heart
Looking through their black eyes looking back at my solid form
If I die in Sicily I’ll fly among the lilac and tobacco
A strange and sweet exhaust I’ll be when I go

The desolated flower man holds his head in his hands
People are wanting photos with the less-than-recent dead
None of these Americans bring scarves to cover up their greasy shoulders
Scarves to cover up their greasy shoulders
Track Name: Escapeboards, pt. I
Just add milk
I found in the dusty den when I awoke
A small bejeweled box where lost pills go

Settle the little changes of the body’s blood in morning cold
Leave me the certain smells that oil the sleeper’s waking mould

Until the day
The little crust is broken, I know it
And they climb
Ever slipping down
Why don’t I go
Walk a little, outside?
The trees are there for your madness
Go to them

I love a fair fight
Like the one that’s shucking my insides
I know what I said
No one gets a ride in

Settle the little changes of the body’s blood in morning cold
Leave me the certain smells
Leave me the certain smells that oil the sleeper’s waking mould

The older boys
Terrorizing the tennis courts
Courting the beat cops for a chase on Escapeboards
A salterello
A dance in masculine clothes
There are no adults in the city and then:

What do you know?
A yellowing imperial
Forget it!
What do you know?
This is the home of it
This is the home of it
In the arthritic fist of slow lace
Slow, slow lace
The obscurantist hands
And their patterns and plans

I know, I know they’re back there
Two times: I know they’re back there
I know…I know…
I know they’re back
They’re back…
And the only question was
How to get ahead on such short notice
How to get a bed on such short notice
How to land ahead on such short notice
Track Name: Our Lady of Revenge
Monster
Can’t you go where I can’t see you?
You make me fear for you
You make me fear for you

Monster
Change shape whenever you want to
You make me fear for you
You make me fear for you

You make me fear for you
You make me fear for you

Lower your eyes
It’s no good
Nothing compares
No one gets me going like you do

Follow my motion
I want you in pieces
Baby I’m all in
You’re so good to me
x2

Monster
Stuck in the hair in my carpet
Speak in the tones of a prophet
Piss in the back of the room

Monster
Expression is sick and perfervid
Your unholy spirit’s in stitches
I wanna kiss your lips I gonna smell your spit

Monster
Faggot in wolf’s clothing
Calling yourself a coyote
Chasing your tail like a dog

Monster
Villain a villain a vulture
Here entombed with you
Alive entombed with you

Follow my motion
I want you in pieces
Baby I’m all in
You’re so good to me
x3

No one gets me going like you do
Track Name: Younger Days
In my younger days
I became of great renown
I brought the whole place down
Fog and thunder rolling down
Now just the thought remains
Once I had a list of loves
They did sustain me once
Oh, how we used to run
Or so it seemed to me x4

They’ve got a lot of clout
Giving you your candies to count
This corrected youth
In absence of his calling found
Another master man
Why does it go like that?
You’ll race your heart to burst
'Cause you heard a pistol shot
Or so it seemed to me x8

This is the farthest
This is the nexus
This is the utmost
This is the remix
This is a wet stone
This is a money hole
Everyone’s working hard
Lifting up their arms
Snatching what’s coming down, ohhhhh

Or so it seemed to me x8