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May 2010
Zipperhead Song And Lyrics (Steven Pacia And Sineparade)
Listen To The Song: Zipperhead Demo Track By Steven Pacia
Some words placed together evoke a myriad of ideas. This is for you that want to know what the lyrics mean:
Zipperhead
gather all the sacred songs
for out of body release
(old and cherished music is played at funerals for the souls of the dead)
wrap them all in cotton gauze
in twenty seven degrees
(the songs are aching and fragile and appropriate for the dead of winter)
oh my darling
(what a friend will say to the grieving spouse, when there is nothing left to say)
brave the wind with Capricorn
(imagining the huddled mourners at a January interment)
follow orders for free
what we do when we have nothing left and surrender to religion, the truth etc.)
bow your head and raise your eyes
(literally what you see in the crowd during a funeral prayer, also referring to the defiance we attempt to mount against our own similar fates)
see the man on the tree
(look at the crucifix , ie be a witness to suffering; and a reference to the scene in Amarcord which mocks our pathos)
oh my darling
dry the tears hemp mourning cloth
(a Japanese garment for mourning and a reference to using substances to lighten the weight of the moment)
pastry cart on the scene
(the necessity of bringing back the corporal at the end of a funeral, reminding us that we are still among the living. also referring to the attempts to lighten what feels so heavy at the moment, or not so heavy to others)
seven angels coming now
could it all be a dream
(refers to the mourner’s fantasy of the apocalypse and desire for an after life)
oh my darling
Lyrics and annotation by Steven Pacia
Deep Water Horizon (Haiku By JHM)
A deep horizon:
Barrels of lovers spilling,
From the tombs of time.
In spite of some popular misconceptions, oil doesn’t come from dead dinosaurs. In fact, most scientists agree that oil comes from creatures the size of a pinhead. These one-celled creatures, known as diatoms, aren’t really plants, but share one very important characteristic with them – they take light from the sun and convert it into energy: They are in love with light!
The Voice Performed By Fee Fi Fo Fum 1988 (Mary K. Bua On Vox)
The Voice was written by Javier Hernandez-Miyares for Mary K. Bua, and Fee Fi Fo Fum. This video is of a rehearsal at the Hunter Street Loft in Los Angeles.
What’s in the air tonight?
The boy who lost his voice
to the cricket king.
Radio reception is good,
but will i find that voice?
It’s olive green.
Where did they bury him?
No one seems to know,
but when you listen to the radio,
you might find that voice again.
There’s nothing to hear but news;
Nothing but news.
What’s in the air tonight?
A lot of talk about the left and the right.
What’s the word tonight?
I hope i can find that voice,
it’s been so long.
Why did they murder him?
No one seems to know.
The million lies will never
make me forget that that voice
was olive green.
There is nothing here but news;
nothing but news.
Song dedicated to Federico Garcia Lorca, Che Guevara, and Roque Dalton.
Where The Pieces Fall Presents Pablo Milanes Live At ICAP Havana Cuba 1992 (Identidad)
This recording is first published here; Enjoy!
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Western Lament/ Javier Hernandez-Miyares (Occult Science Live 1981)
Pic composition By JHM and music composed by him…..
For this performance Occult Science was:
Joseph Nocilla: Drums
Alberto Hernandez-Miyares: Bass
Donald Johnson: Keyboards
Ralph Garcia: Keyboards, Composing credit on the last bit
Tommy Shaw: Vocals
Javier Hernandez-Miyares: Guitar
Lyrics:
Lost child on a curve to the end of the world.
Exiles, let your spirits be freed from the spell.
This enchanted eve,
The world will grieve for the thoughtless kind;
The love undone…
All Night…
All Night.
Too late…
There are flowers, but under them graves.
Be late… for the changes we must undertake.
You may never leave
The things that you believe.
A time will come…
For love and freedom.
All night…
All night.
I wrote this thing at the apex of my mystical period, which ended in 1981. This is my first psycho symphonic composition.
by
Alex Itin The Memorious (17 Fin)
from on .
Where the Pieces Fall looks forward to presenting Alex Itin’s future creations. He will always be one of our “artists in residence”.
Palimpstar Is Now Broadcasting Bleep Bleep Bleep…
This is a data dump of Palimpstar, and some of this material will be used in the video, which goes into production next month.
Everybody wants to jump a little higher.
Split your skull, and put your brain into the fire.
Tumble all around like a baby in a dryer.
Your rose is a rosebud; it’s a radio flyer.
Everybody wants to be the new Svengali;
Entice you with his voice,
Like a moving Turkish belly.
Listen to the voice that’s coming from the mountain
Rushing over waterfalls, and sprouting out a fountain…
When you lay, you lie.
When you move,
the movement…
Is you.
Everybody wants to jump a little higher…
Rushing down a water fall
and sprouting out a fountain…
Listen to the entire song here: Palimpstar
Written, played, and recorded by Javier Hernandez-Miyares
Three Wars Per Year (Occult Science 1980)
I was 19 years old when i wrote this piece for the Occult Science Band. This is a live performance somewhere on Long Island in 1980.
The band:
Joe Nocilla – Drums
Alberto Hernandez-Miyares – Bass
Donald Johnson – Synth
Ralph Garcia – Piano
Javier Hernandez – Miyares – RMI Organ
Ralph Lecessi – Sax
Tommy Shaw – Vox and Synth (not present on this track)
A year later we did this performance at “My Fathers Place” of a song written by Donald Johnson and arranged by me
A medley of tunes that i wrote from the same performance:
This is all recorded in craptikculicious analog cheapness.