by Tm Novak

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This is a collection of digital flesh, written and recorded with the goal of spontaneity, honesty, and simplicity. Much of its lyrical content is borrowed or lifted entirely (credited in the song's titles) from well known contemporary poets and the fail-safe Psalms of the King James Version of the Bible. It's crackly, modest, and virtually off the cuff.

In it's first limited release in December 2009 (CD-R's for friends and family) there were 25 or so tracks (many of which fit comfortably in the category of embarrassing and dadaist). In this second release the song-list has been narrowed and separated into two volumes: Monomadrigals, and Elegyrounds.

Monomadrigals is a set of softer, plaintive, and bourgeois songs representative of the traditional blanket-americana genre. White harmonies, rusty strings, confessionalism and voluminous reverb. Keeping in that vein, there exists a close relationship to the old testament - both in leitmotif and subject. Lastly within this set there is a tinge of synthetic sound; it is not a mere inconsistency but a liminal vehicle adjoining volume I and volume II.


released November 11, 2011

TIM NOVAK: percussion, vocals, guitars, bass, keys, synths

Produced by T. Novak.



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Track Name: PSALM 120, 124
Psalm 120:

1In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.

2Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

3What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

4Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

7I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.

PSALM 124:

7Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
I dream of a river that flows to the sea
that floats over bankings and tickles our knees
that covers our sores, covers our mouths
Lord I must be dreaming

There are no maps here, there ain't no time
for working on your sickness or your family line
the rain is warm, the rain is warm
Jordan at my footsteps

I dream of my daughter there
I dream of my brother there
I dream of my family there-- in the light

Goodbye Perdition - Hello Elysian Fields

I dream of a people that clap to the beat
I dream of a people that sit in their seat
when the man at the pulpit
has something good to say

I know the distance, I know the heat
I know the fire and I know the sore
of mortar and bricks, the voice and the dizzy

I know the sound of clapping hands and money falling flat on hills
and teeth that break to dust and dust that make the present
thick and fat and swollen-- and yes I took a final bow
but not anymore

I dream of my daughter there
I dream of my brother there
I dream of my family there-- in the light

Goodbye Perdition - Hello Elysian Fields
Ballad of the Salvation Army
By Kenneth Fearing

On Fourteenth street the bugles blow,
Bugles blow, bugles blow.
The red, red, red, red banner floats
Where sweating angels split their throats,
Marching in burlap petticoats,
Blow, bugles, blow.

God is a ten car Bronx express,
Red eyes round, red eyes round.
"Oh where is my lustful lamb tonight,
His hair slicked down and his trousers tight?
I'll grind him back to my glory light!"
Roll, subway, roll.

Heaven is a free amusement park,
Big gold dome, big gold dome.
Movies at night: "The life she led."
Everyone sleeps in one big bed.
The stars go around inside your head.
Home, sweet home.

On Fourteenth street the bugles blow,
Bugles blow, bugles blow,
The torpid stones and pavements wake,
A million men and street-cars quake
In time with angel breasts that shake,
Blow, bugles, blow!
Psalm 137 (KJV)

1By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

2We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

3For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

4How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land?

5If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

6If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.

7Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.

8O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

9Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
Track Name: MTS. WE ROSE
Dreams we had
Dreams we had
Things we lived without and dreams we had

Songs we wrote
Songs we wrote
Lyrics we forgot in the songs we wrote

God's invented
God's invented
Heroes without flesh and God's of fiction

Roads unnamed
Roads unnamed
Paths into idleness and roads without names

Sunset hangovers
Sunset hangovers
Flights where we fell and sunset hangovers

Nights without sleep
Nights without sleep
Mornings without dreams after nights without sleep

Mts. we rose
Mts. we rose
climbing over bones, Mts. we rose
Track Name: PSALM 126

1When the LORD turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.
2Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The LORD hath done great things for them.

3The LORD hath done great things for us; whereof we are glad.

4Turn again our captivity, O LORD, as the streams in the south.

5They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

6He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.