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MIGRATION / THE V
by Dave Andrews, Christopher Shotola-Hardt, Mark Andrews

This coupling of tunes was inspired by the painting “Migration” by Christopher Shotola-Hardt. The surreal canvas explores the common plights shared by migrating birds and refugees. “Migration” features vocal lines; the accordion expresses the geese beating their wings. “The V” is an ambient piece that takes place above the clouds; Stephen Cohen is our guest performer on slide guitar.


Wind, wind in my hair
No reason, angle of light

Standing in this cloud, geese all around
Hat sits still, hands in pockets
Vapor beneath, caressing my shoes

So far…
Some will die
Do not sleep
Beat your wings
Continue to fly!

Up here with geese, wearing our overcoats
Standing in this cloud, geese all around
In the middle of the V, wind all around
Migration…


EASY
by Mark Andrews

In a Portland pub at 2:00 a.m.

Take it easy on me
I’ve had a rough year
I’m having trouble getting acquainted
with my new enemies
And my hands are busy
untying my tongue

Take it easy on me
I’ve had a hard time adjusting
My feet embedded in a mudslide
My life washed over by the high tide

(Chorus)
And I…can’t get my foot out of my mouth
Can’t get the egg off my face
And I’m not hungry, I’ve had too much humble pie

Take it easy on me
I’ve had a hard, hard go of it
I’m all messed up and I feel like a chump
And my brain is leaking out through my ears

She said she’d be back, that’s what I heard
She said I wouldn’t even know that she was gone
When will she be back…?
And it can’t be the worst thing in the word
But it feels like the worst thing in the world

Take it easy on me
I’ve had a hard, hard year
I’m having trouble getting acquainted with my new enemies
And my hands are busy untying my tongue


TAKE HEED
by Dave Andrews

Take Heed, it’s the picture that gets you down.
Take a stand, it’s the feeling that moves you up and out.
Now hear this! It’s lonely when you’re there and when
you’re moving toward.
Take Heed, move your fingers to make it happen again.

Give in, the pain is crossing to the other side.
Give out, let conscience fly out in front of the door.
Now hear this! It’s trouble. Check you out!
Lift here, directions will get you where you are.
Give in, lose the moment, but don’t feel lost.

If I could be, then you could be, we all could be,
couldn’t we…?
If you would be, then I would be, we all would be,
wouldn’t we…?

Be still, your eyes can move, look around!
Be aware, I am one of the moving ones on the floor.
Now hear this! It’s lonely when you’re there and when
you’re moving toward.
Downtown, the cowboy’s taking his last ride.
Be still, it’s a moment for all to think.

If I could be, then you could be, we all could be,
couldn’t we…?
If you would be, then I would be, we all would be,
wouldn’t we?


FIRE / SUSIE’S REEL (for Susanne)
by Christopher Shotola-Hardt

An all-out, driving love song followed by a climactic, Celtic-influenced reel.

We are two, and you are mine.
Visible to my eyes, your ultra-violet wave.
Garden of Eden, I’m in your paradise.
Gave me this feeling to love you every day.
Tempt me, I beg you, the room is heating up.
Fire…..

I feel compelled to say I love you.
Is it any wonder, you make me feel this way?
You are my fuel, ignite me your way!
Fire…..

You are true, I feel your depth.
Looking now straight at me, you see now who I am.
No fear, no, never … no insecurity.
I feel you always with me, you fill me to the core.
We are one, you set me on…
Fire…..



TIME
by Dave Andrews

Reflections on 9/11. Peace.

Time’s up, it’s time to give
Time is right, less time to live
Re-tie, retire, try
To wire time across time lines

Shaking hands, shaking sweat
From body trembling, set
Down the shaking hand on knee
And shake from thoughts, shift … time

time has come, my time has come
to put it away, your time

Giving up, giving hugs
Giving life, give me some
Thing to give to one who seeks
The gift of giving more than my time

Exchanging hands, exchange glances
One for another on the street
Exchange of thoughts, ideas, light
For one more exchange of night


ZaZaZa
by Dave Andrews, Mark Andrews, Christopher Shotola-Hardt

running round – underwear
34 degrees – not a care
where did he go – must be out
down by the river – cartoon wild

knock at the door – no one home
Jerry Springer scream – wasted dreams
where did he go – must be in his room
angry five year-old – hey don’t eat that!

unattended / unintended

didn’t notice – all pumped up
leaving him behind – locked up
where did he go – running wild
34 degrees – not a care


SLICKER
by Susanne Shotola-Hardt

Susanne: One year for Christmas I got a black rain slicker like the little kids wear. Wherever I went people remarked on it. These are some of the things people said.

I thought it was a girl at the gas station
till he spoke and his voice came out deep
he talked to me like he was standing in my living room
“is that plastic?” he asked me

people say it’s cool
“where’d you get that thing anyways?”
clerk at K-Mart’s been out lookin’ for hers

and it’s good for urban camoflage
water slides down just like oil
slick it up with Windex
when it’s raining you can’t see me cross the street in my

shiny plastic coat

Gideon said “that thing is loud”
it crinkles and he can’t hear what he’s saying
Christopher said it scared the hell out of him
today in the car

I thought it was a girl at the gas station
till he spoke and his voice came out deep
clear skin, clear eyes
talked to me like we were standing in my living room

“is that plastic?” he asked me


REALITY-V
by Robert Shotola

Have you seen Reality-V?
Do you watch Reality-V?
It’s as real as the real world
It’s as real as Disneyland
It’s as real as McDonald’s
It’s as real as Bud Light

Have you seen Reality-V?
Do you watch Reality-V?
It’s as real as your cell phone
It’s as real as the bottom line
It’s as real as the internet
It’s as real as the president

Have you seen Reality-V?
Do you watch Reality-V?
Don’t you wanna have fun?
Don’t you wanna find real true love?
Don’t you wanna be a big suck-cess?
Don’t you wanna be a millionaire?
Don’t you wanna survive?

Have you seen Reality-V?
Do you watch Reality-V?
It’s as real as reality
Yes it’s real


I’LL BE WAITING
by Christopher Shotola-Hardt

Christopher: This song is based on the true story of my father’s family: the secret plan my grandparents plotted and carried out to escape from both the Nazis and the Red Army. Opa had anticipated that the Nazis would come for him, and they did. In October 1944, the family evacuated their farm in East Prussia, never to return (land the extended family had worked for fourteen generations). The family headed out over a frozen portion of the Baltic Sea. They remained on the run for their lives for the next three months, all the while not knowing what had befallen Opa. Opa had indeed excaped, and the Nazis did come to question Oma. When she and her children finally reached “that place,” they found that Opa had been waiting. He was there!

Trouble’s brewing, trouble’s here
They will take me soon, I fear
When you look I may be gone
Know I love you and be strong

I will break free, I’ll escape
I will meet you at that place
Keep your head up, keep your pride
You and our children must survive

I’ll be waiting – I’ll be there

They will come to look for me
You won’t tell them anything
Keep your head down, hide your pride
To all their questions tell them lies

Leave the farm and close the house
Before the ice comes you must be out
Take our children cautiously
Tell no one you’re meeting me

I’ll be waiting – I’ll be there


BREATHE (for Julian)
by Dave Andrews & Christopher Shotola-Hardt

Heart beats, heart beating, heart
Bones crack, bones small, bones
Sense smell, sense touch, sense
Being close, being blood, being

Skin soft, skin sweet, skin
Head small, head dear, head
Breathe air, breathe deep, breathe
Heart beats, heart being, heart

Born sweet, born today
Skin sweet, skin soft, skin
Heart beats, heart beating, heart
Breathe air, breathe deep, breathe


T.V. LOSER
by Mark Andrews

I’m sitting on my own
tired as hell
and I’m wondering
when you’re coming home

I’m sitting on my own
exhausted as hell and I’m wondering
if you’re coming home

It’s a beautiful day and the sun is out
but my shades are drawn
Sound of the world is drowned out
’cause my T.V.’s on

If you come back I promise
not to ignore you anymore
But for now I’m on my own, tired as hell
with the beer bottles strewn across the floor

(chorus)

Although I’m strung out
I know I’ll work it out

I know what I’ve done, what have I done
Watched my priority walk out the door
And now I’m on my own, with remote control
but the game doesn’t mean anything anymore

(chorus)

Although I’m strung out
I know I’ll work it out
And that’s the price I pay for the things I didn’t say
I didn’t listen over the T.V.
I didn’t believe you, you said you were leaving
And that’s the price I pay for the things I forgot to say



I’M STILL STANDING

by Dave Andrews & Christopher Shotola-Hardt

Over the hill I go
to see the other half show
On with the life I’ve known
to check for signs down below

I am still standing, I am
I’m still standing

Over the hill I go
to see the other half grow
Teaching the seeds I’ve sown
to check for signs in the snow


OEDIPUS TAKES HIS OWN EYES
by Christopher Shotola-Hardt

Christopher: Some years ago Dave, Susanne, and I were playing in another band. Searching for a name, we thought of “Freudian Lips,” only to discover it’d already been taken. Bummed, I nonetheless was inspired to reread that cornerstone of Freudian psychology, Oedipus Rex. Gruesome! I started thinking about what that was like for him, to gouge his own eyes out. Did he have any second thoughts right before he did it? Did he want to look at anything one last time? I borrowed John Lennon’s idea from “Happiness is a Warm Gun” to meld three distinct sections into a single song. The countertenor love song is followed by the bipolar instrumental section where you can imagine our hero going to get his knife, albeit rather distractedly, before he’s back to do the deed.

I dream of her in the moonlight
pure, fair, and sweet,
like a rose.
Her bosom rests
‘neathe my cheek
my love lies bare.
No purer sight have I seen,
heaven-sent deity is she!

I want to see her
one last time
before I go and…knife my eyes!

One more time, look at mine
One more time, look around
One more time, look at my dog
One more time

Take the knife – one more time
To my eyes – one more time
Look at me – one more time

No more time!
Blade, cut my eyes!

Red tears fall down my face.


SAD WORLD
by Dave Andrews

In the corner there’s a man
his hands behind his back
Lookin’ all the time for a place to work
to feed his family
Always holding his head down
thinking of the state that he is in
He never moves his hands
to say hello to me

It’s a sad world
It’s a sad country
It’s a sad world
for people who want to be free

On the sidewalk walks a girl
her face behind her hair
She lives in a state of confusion
the hate, pain and war
She looks to the sky when she’s alone
to watch the freedom of the birds
She never moves her hair
to say hello to me

On the park bench sits a man
memories are all he has
No more social security
his life all behind him now
His only son lost in the war
the one no one had won
He wonders why he was treated this way
He doesn’t have anything to say to me


THROUGH THE SKIES
by Dave Andrews

as I’m driving down this desolate highway
my wishful thoughts are of you
you don’t know that you’re in my dreams
wearing my favorite color, maroon
you’re sitting smiling thinking
of love and your happiness
I’m singing laughing thinking
of how I love your gentle kind kiss

but that’s only in my dreams
where I visualize
our bodies close together
floating through the skies
our own worlds were hypnotized
just by staring in each others’ eyes

as my thoughts flow back down to earth
the chills stay with me for a while
I try to think of ways to approach you
about this feeling that lives inside
I start to fear a negative reaction from you
and you going far away
but I can picture a scene where you tell me
that you love me and you want me every day


YOU ARE GOD
by Christopher Shotola-Hardt

After the spacey intro with chanting, a hypnotic trance jam.

you are God and you are in me

pie Jesu domini dona eis requiem


LARS
by Dave Andrews

This song about lost love, performed by the Bug Toast trio in 1997.  Dave Andrews on guitar and lead vocal, Christopher Shotola-Hardt on bouzouki and harmony vocal, Susanne Shotola-Hardt on accordion and harmony vocal.

she told you she loves you with all her heart
you can’t understand why she falls apart
and breaks down
when she mentions her other friend’s name
and she says that she loves you

so you live from day to day
you walk with her talk with her
and you make love with her
and then at night the other side comes out
and she says that she loves him

did she fantasize about him in her head
for she never saw him and he was far away
and then she mentioned his name
while sitting by the L tracks smoking all your cigarettes

watching the sunset with her in your arms
given you so much love
you can’t understand why

she said that it’s time for you and he is far
the picture is gone but the phone calls live on
it’s one of those things you want to hide
but you know that you love her


BUG TOAST
by Dave Andrews & Christopher Shotola-Hardt

The surreal poetry speaks of unrequited love between a bug and a nuclear power reactor. This song performed by the Bug Toast trio in 1997. Dave Andrews on guitar and lead vocal, Christopher Shotola-Hardt on bouzouki and harmony vocal, Susanne Shotola-Hardt on accordion and harmony vocal.

Walking by
and touching your concrete wall
Makes me feel so small
and I try to hide it

Seeing you
like seeing no one at all
Like I’m ten feet tall
and I try to fight it

Scaling you
your radioactive heat
A holocaustic treat
and I try to fire

Ashes below / nuclear snow
shadows I know / pale green glow