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Other People's Children

by Lliam Greguez

Acoustic Prog Punk. Energetic acoustic songs melding steel and nylon guitars with percussion and sometimes augmented with synth & sampled noodling. Unique simple yet full uptempo sound with piquant lyrics.
Genre: Rock: Acoustic
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  Song Share Time Download
1. That Sound
2:46 $0.55
2. Elephants
5:54 $0.55
3. Joy Together
3:35 $0.55
4. Park Road Blues
4:43 $0.55
5. Dulce et Decorum Est (feat. Malcolm Lucard)
4:13 $0.55
6. Hunger
2:47 $0.55
7. Planet Noodle
3:00 $0.55
8. Children Know
2:22 $0.55
9. Countryside
3:47 $0.55
10. Deep Quiet Waters / Two Headed Calf (Live) [feat. Malcolm Lucard]
9:23 $0.55
11. Hummingbird (feat. Malcolm Lucard)
4:10 $0.55
12. Alina in the Woods
4:30 $0.55
13. Mountain Breath Stream
8:28 $0.55
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Album Notes
That sound; solemn and desperate. The determination of man; relentlessly stubborn.
Call it the waves crashing or the pitiless sand.

You get what you want and it's nothing at all. Still you find yourself waiting all over again.
If there's nothing worth waking for there's nothing at all.

Took too long today, took too long these past ten years. Not that we're in any hurry, just should have been there already.
Fucked up makes fucked up if you are or if you're not.

You get to the point where the influx of things that go right have got to pile up good before there's a turn of the tide.
Wanting the hope real of immunity other than death.

Elephants; they eat plants. It makes no sense why we can't advance.
Beyond the greed that dooms them, we should leave some room for the elephants.

Waterhole's a must. When the water's all gone; dig with those tusks.
Bring the water on. Lots of creatures of the land depending on the elephant.

Elephants in a family. Tusks are for defense, not for mans' vanity.
Every piece of ivory that you buy pulls their teeth, makes em die!

Elephants, walk on tipytoe Gentle and magnificent, mighty when they bellow.
Silently they go their way listening for friends far away.

Face of joviality, cheeks you wannna hug. Each such personality, stifled without love.
Here's a creature who's mighty glad for a place like earth to stomp its pad.

Soft as sunshine on the outside,
Resilient, strong within.
You're the warmth that makes it alright,
You're delight is my heaven.
Joy when we're together
With life you are connected,
You feel earths' pulse and beat.
Neither of us perfect,
but with you I am complete.
Joy when we're together

Got to keep the cars out of Central Park
Cause life can't breathe fumes.
Got to stop relying on fuels that exhaust
And you can't start too soon.

I would rather breathe Gas from leaves
Than fumes of cars, incinerators and factories

Outside my window; blowing horns, burning gas.
Inside my window; plug your ears and wear a mask.

It makes no sense trying to balance my head
The heart runs cold, the mind has lost control
Hunger, reaching out beyond reach
Frustration is all that's left to eat
Makes a whole lot of difference and no difference at all
When you're reaching for the high place, and all you do is fall

Is this a joke or a curse gone wild
In truth no hope, dreams that pass in a while
Hunger, reaching out beyond reach
Frustration is all that's left to eat
Sucked on in and left without
Time to take the plunge, or stumble on in doubt

You alone are left and it's either or or
Big deal, does it matter at all
Hunger, reaching out beyond reach
Frustration is all that's left to eat
Desires and perceptions got me tangled up inside
I've gone through the gamut, is there one place left to hide?

They found me in a noodle factory up on planet Pluto
They couldn’t figure what to do they thought I was a noodle
So they hung me up and hosed me down enough to make a worm ill
but just before my eyes caved in she said life’s not that futile

I understand the sadness buried deep beneath your eyes
gets in the way takes up space there’s too much else to occupy
I got it too I feel it’s terror well beneath my breast
and when it rears its ugly head we’ll crush the buggy fest

What is it that turns my head and makes my eyes to stare
into this piercing silence cant you speak if you are there
too many noodles not enough salt the butter’s disappeared
I get the feeling it’ll never be right and then she grabs my ear

Where do they get it from? They get it from us.
Why do they do these things? They learn them from us.
How do the children know how to hate, who to hate?
They're watching us.
How do the children know how to love, who to love?
They're watching us.
They're watching, and waiting,
and wondering, and wanting.
How do the children know, They're learning from us.

I cannot speak my mind is tied
With thoughts and dreams and hopes untried.
From a gnarly pine on a mountain high
Nothin out there but countryside

My dream would be to go where I will,
To walk where I want, to try any hill.
But fences keep me sitting still
It's mine, stay away, the voice is shrill

What I say would be half a truth,
Too many parts, too aloof.
There's me and them and us and you,
But the shields are up, there's no getting through.

Nobody knows the culture we missed
We traded for things with lies and tricks.
When we could have been learning this lands' ways
We thought we knew it all so we walk in a haze.

The waters of Long Island Sound were home and life to me
I'd fish on gentle buoyant swells rake oyster from the sea
clams I'd dig from the muddy shore where kingfishers were angling
A seaweed coast on the Island of Shells called Seawahakie.

And you can see the sun sparkle on the water
waters that give life to everything around
The marsh lands and bays are a heritage that nurtures
the deep quiet waters of the Long Island sound.

This arm of the Atlantic Ocean glaciers dug 20 miles wide
The Quinipiac, Connecticut, and Housatonic flow into its tides
From the river called East to Orient Point; 110 as the seagull flies
For 5,000 years cared for by the Delaware tribe.

Now the harbors are becoming lifeless liquid poison
Our wastes breed bacteria which suck up the oxygen
Toxics dumped by industry or plastic dropped by one person
It's a life supporting body or a dead sea question

My life is filled with gull cries and a constant muffled pounding swoosh
Music that is passed by in a modern rush and push
Don't forget how we're dependent on the health of plants and fish
If we take care of the waters rejoicing in its gifts.

I am the hummingbird, I quiver by your bed.
There is a flower there, growing baby, baby inside your head.

I am the rocking chair, gonna rock you all night long.
Gonna hold you in my arms, lean you back,
rock and roll you baby till the break of dawn.

I am the alcohol, stirring inside your drink.
Gonna get to your heart, get to your mind,
bubble in your blood, baby no matter what you think.



to write a review

steven bakur

an interesting endeavor...
After listening to this release, and processing, I have concluded that there is some good stuff on here worthy of hearing. I particularly enjoyed the interplay of guitars, and percussive embroidery. At times I was reminded of Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd, at other times Captain Beefheart, and also think I hear a bit of The Incredible String Band as well. All in all, a worthy effort from this artist, and recommended listening. ****

James Fatolitis

protest with panache
at first listen you're not sure you heard what you thought you heard
with subsequent returns to the album you realize that the social message you imagined is embellished with some of the best percussive guitar interplay available today. I particularly liked elephants,park road blues, and the way the album allows you to decompress with mountain breath stream