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The Euphorians

by The Euphorians

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The astronaut stands on the shores of an alien sea believes he can hear the children, laughing now with glee But in the realm of irrational perception he was once crowned national champion while the commotion caused by his emotions made him renowned in his hometown When he left home he became well known for sporting a massive biblical beard until that fateful night he was trussed and sheared by a drunken balladeer It was then that he decided to travel to the stars leave behind this world of buildings, pocketbooks, and cars In a world where the sky is green and the trees are blue and there's no one for a trillion miles but you it's wise to double-check your supplies and remember it takes gravity to cry What a waste, what a waste when your tears float into space instead of falling instead of falling down your face what a waste, what a waste Now Nature abhors a crybaby as much as She abhors a vacuum so astronauts you must not succumb to the commotion of your emotions I'm a stranger here on this place called Earth and I was sent down here to discover my worth I'am a stranger here on this place called Earth and I was sent down here to discover my worth
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I made a profession out of earnest confession I was thinking to myself "man, I got it made" as I spiralled down and out of a flesh-coloured parkade on my way to the land of bouncy castles where life's rich pageant exceeds television on my way to the land of red wine by the box where I throw away the locks and I throw away the keys always do exactly as I please throw away the locks throw away the keys always do exactly as I please I can't stand it sleeping on the ground of the coldest planet in the universe and what's worse this planet don't even qualify to be a planet dammit I can't stand it Have you heard the news if you did you prob'ly got the blues just turn on your TV and you'll see when the clouds devour the sky then the birds and butterflies will die what will happen is they'll drown tattered wings and broken bodies fall to the ground where they carpet the asphalt where spoked light standards sprout where the crack whores roam on high heeled bones thrust their jaws to heaven and moan and moan They took a a taser, a medical laser, and an antiquated phaser hooked the electrodes to my knees a peck on the cheek and a little squeeze then they blasted my ass due south upon arrival they hosed the vomit out of my mouth Then they tucked me in a bed where every ridiculous thing I ever said when I was three sheets to the wind was played on a tape over and over again when I could no longer hack it they buttoned up my special jacket Then they put me on a jet ski commandeered by Dostoyevsky he said son we're on mission up the river to discover the HEART of the human condition and I have it sound authority that when we get there we'll find some pretty good fishin' And we'll throw away the locks throw away the keys always do exactly as we please Throw away the locks throw away the keys always do exactly as we please
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The crazy adventure was less adventure, more ordeal was less crazy than it was senseless mundane and uneventful I could scratch a grain of truth from the hard scrabble of the day it's my nature to persevere I'm a good mule I'm a good mule And suddenly I was one degree fatter suddenly I was one degree sadder suddenly I was closer to the dirt suddenly I was travelling beneath the earth suddenly I was flying in the sky where the birds in heaven could hear my sad cries The road to ordinary is one paved with pavement no medals are awarded for getting out of bed and nobody clapped when I flapped my tongue And suddenly I was silent and slobbery a victim of incremental robbery suddenly my tongue fell out on the ground and suddenly there was no more sound
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this is a song this is a song this is a song of rivers and canyons where I long to go while I still have the time green lights are glowing apples falling in sequence illuminating the road out of this town into the darkness and over the abyss into bliss this is a song this is a song this is a song of rivers and canyons where I long to go while I still have the time
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Highwayism 04:55
Magpies fill the air tawny deer is crouched in the tall dry grass while the painted lines on the highway race past I try to find my mind on the dotted line somewhere between a shit-hole and paradise And if I'd had the balls to roll the dice I wouldn't be sitting here holding back the tears in my eyes See workin' for the Man was never the plan but months became years and hopes became fears and money ain't free and suddenly you see the ending of the story and it ain't the way it's supposed to be And the body starts to crumble the songs become a mumble And my head is a balloon on a string bobbing fiercely in the wind out the window while a mandolin plays on the radio and who knew the sky could be so blue and the sun-dappled leaves on the pulsating trees could wash away the city and the shadow of the Man and help me remember who I am I must have had a wicked childhood I must have had miserable youth but sometime in my wicked, miserable past there must have been a moment of truth And I'm too old and ugly to be cool and young there's a million and seventeen songs I've sung with my strap-on lung and my preacher son tongue but for everything I've done it seems I got nowhere But I've tried to do things my way while I keep dreaming of the highway and working for the Fridays and when people say "why Dave" I say I don't know I just go and keep on keepin' on I've tried to do things my way I keep dreaming of the highway and when people say "why Dave" I say I don't know I just go and keep on keepin on I keep on I keep on I keep on rollin' I keep on rollin' I keep on rollin' down the highway
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Skeleton 04:59
The skeleton in my closet, he knows how to party Down by the river, amongst the debris There we discuss alien conspiracies Trailer park lesbians and UFC And how it feels to see your reflection In a glass of whisky Whisky rivers swum like public pool lengths Dreamlessly sinking in quicksand beds Unresolved nights became resolute dawns Angry sparrows twittered as the sun grew strong Days begun orange, then turned to blue With periods of brown forecast for the afternoon Fat robins feast on freshly turned worms Starlings flit and swoop like sci-fi insect swarms A little brown sparrow lies still on the street Near the passenger door to the left of my feet Maybe, maybe, maybe he’s asleep. The skeleton in my closet likes to go out on the town Likes to paint it red, really likes to get down Sometimes he gets so down I find him crawling around And I say If you piss in the carburetor, the car will stall If you piss on the temple floor, the walls will fall You can piss your pants, buddy it’s your call You can do what you want I’ll pick you up when you fall The digital satellite unit casts a hideous shadow on the house While I recline on the sofa in the costume of a louse While on the tv, weeping women flee The good doctor eats a live chimpanzee And the air is alive with flea’s disease The skeleton in my closet pulls me aside Says “brother got a minute, I need to confide see, my dreams all cower like scared cats in the rain and I don’t mind feeling numb cause it means I don’t feel pain but it scares me being numb, case I don’t feel again” It was a sad goodbye to the jugglers and clowns I went working for the Man in a Jackhammer Town I have a daughter and I have a wife This is the foundation on which I build my life The skeleton in my closet says he’s been feeling tired Says it hard to care, says he feels uninspired And I tell him Put your pants on one leg at a time Open the curtains, let the sun shine Every minute in the world a hundred and ten people are dying Sing a song, stop crying Sing a song, stop crying Sing a song, stop crying
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Interlude 01:04
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New Blues #1 06:08
I drank so much whisky I could not walk or speak I drank so much whisky I could neither walk nor speak I woke up in the morning And I said This is not the path I seek Stepped outside my door The sun said ‘I’m too low to shine Stepped outside my door The sun said ‘I’m too low to shine’ What’s a man to do About the storm clouds Gathered round his mind When the sun crawled up He was shining angry and bright When the sun climbed up in the sky He was shining angry and bright My head was on fire And I was blinded Blinded by the light The night fell black Like a great weight from the sky The night fell black Like a great weight from the sky I felt so all alone But I was too empty Too empty to cry

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The Euphorians formed out of the band put together to release the David P. Smith album, Mantennae (Northern Electric). The band was large, unwieldy, complicated and seemed fated to disintegrate so a series of focused rehearsals were followed by two shows and this album was recorded live off the floor in the band's basement rehearsal space.

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released July 1, 2012

Recorded and engineered live by Mike Hall at 2614 Forbes Street. Mixed and mastered by Mike Hall at MFH Studios, Victoria, BC, Canada

The Euphorians are:
David P. Smith - vocals, piano
Rachelle Reath - violin, vocals
Megan Boddy - viola, vocals
Scott Henderson - electric guitar
Eric Gallipo - trumpet
Stefan Bozenich - bass
Marek Tyler - drums

All songs written by David P. Smith except Just What I Needed by Ric Ocasek. Arrangements and parts by the Euphorians.

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David P. Smith Victoria, British Columbia

David P. Smith is a songwriter accordionist and multidisciplinary artist who in the past 18 years has released six full length recordings, numerous ep’s, and led a variety of musical projects that have consistently defied convenient genre classifications. ... more

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