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Everything Imaginable Comes True

by Chris P. Thompson

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I'm fine. He said I had a silly little emergency. Implied I might just need some time out of town. "Sunshine, it's only just the lightest shade of anxiety," he sighed. "It's not like you're the type to break down." Had to comply, let well-wishers be. Knowing that I only will fix me. I'll find out why it is she secretly watching me. I tried to warn him but I'm always just so misunderstood, glass-eyed, as though there's something "other" to me. My guide is hiding in this seasick swirling and so I stood bedside until it had me feeling creepy. Night after night, I suppose after midnight, patterns unfroze. Comforting fright, vertigoes, when she goes. Fixated eyes, yellow gown, sickly moonrise, smoldering frown. She's in disguise, creeping round, upside-down. I cried, imagined how a chamber looks from the other side of bars; a bride, a canopy, a tired nightgown. Abide the self-important ostentatious aroma of cigars. Inside, two tablets and a bed they nailed down. She spies, whispering replies to my cries. As night falls, clawing at walls, she crawls. Fixated eyes, yellow gown, sickly moonrise, smoldering frown. She's in disguise, creeping round, upside down, round and round. You told us lies, oh no no no no. She is too wise not to know! She hears my cries, weeping. "Let me go." Eyes dried, the picture of a righteous creature ecstatic to be free. My pride is back together and my mind sound. Deride a remedy they merely cooked up for pacifying me. Outside, he's struggling to break the door down. Oh she cries, and I whisper replies. Night falls, clawing at walls, I crawl. Fixated eyes, yellowed gown, sickly moonrise, smoldering frown. I'm in disguise, creeping round and round, upside down. You told me lies, oh no no no no. I am too wise not to know! I hear your cries, reaping what you sow.
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Loosie 04:20
Motherfuckers get in my way. Rubbing me wrong, all in my right-of-way. Taking a hit is how they pay. I'm your pusher, and I'm your DEA.
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Now if you wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet Wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it Wanna get to heaven I'll Wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet Goin' easy Now if you wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet Wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it Wanna get to heaven I'll Wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet You'll slip right out of the Devil's hand and Slide right into the promised land Now if you wanna get to heaven I'll tell you how to do it Squeeze your feet in a little mutton suet You'll slip right out of the Devil's hand and Slide right into the promised land
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Krummhorns 03:08
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Gutbot 03:46
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Misgivings on any normal day to go on living to chase them away. Admitting it could be okay, just a slight reeling to try to convey the worst thing imaginable the worst way that it could go the one thing fathomable is the worst case scenario. And once it starts it's non-stop when there is time to spend in the idle mind's workshop worlds come to an end. Just an extinction level event. The Devil's playground, it tries to invent the worst thing imaginable the worst way that it could go the one thing fathomable it's the worst case scenario. Everything imaginable comes true!!
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Case studies on effects of imagined past and future scenarios on functioning of unconscious emotional circuitry.

Featuring luminaries of the NYC contemporary classical music scene in familiar and unexpected capacities.

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released July 31, 2019

All music and lyrics by Chris Thompson except:

She Creeps (after The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman) -
Lyrics by Chris Thompson, music by Chris Thompson and Alex Sopp

Museum of Obsolete Media I - traditional lyrics adapted by Chris Bouchillon, further adapted by Irvin Bortner, December 1949.

Mixed by Daniel Neumann and Chris Thompson.

Mastered by Heba Kadry.
Vinyl Mastering by Carl Rowatti at Trutone Mastering Labs.

Album art & design by Timo Andres.
LP packaging printed by middlepress.

Performers:
Eduardo Antonello: canto, alto, tenore, and basso crumhorns
Doris Bell: piano
Logan Coale: electric & acoustic bass
Michael Harley: vocals
Clarice Jensen: cello
Aaron Roche: acoustic guitar
Matt Smallcomb: drums
Alex Sopp: vocals
Chris Thompson: marching tenors, percussion, vocals

Special thanks to Eduardo Antonello, Jim Casella, Michael Gordon, and Jon Thompson.

Copyright 2018 Grin Agog Music LLC. All Rights Reserved.

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