NTSC format DVD-R (60 minutes).
All material filmed by Adrian Montes (Noise Vision) unless otherwise noted.
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Untitled #1/Creep
Creep:
She was perfect
She made me hate myself
I used to smile at her over the counter
Halfhearted smile and nod returned
Without recognition in her eyes
She lived her life in a beautiful glass bubble
Her friends and lovers
Refined, intelligent, talented
I never touched her
Never even spoke to her
She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen
Even back then I knew she would be a starI cut out everything I could find
Pictures, stories, interviews
Bedroom wallpaper shrine
Sometimes she threw out locks of her hair
For me to find in her trash at night
I read all her books
Dressed like her friends
Stopped eating
Started pumping iron
When I cut myself I hid the scars
I had to make myself worthy of her
Deserving of her affections
And when I was perfect
We would consummate our elopement
In a dark alley or abandoned building
I would have a gift in my pocket
She would wear a rose round her neckBut it's all for nothing now
It was more than a lock of hair
Stuffed into a dumpster
In an alley behind her apartment
Laid on a bed of broken glass
Raped... murdered... and other things
I cried at her funeral
After everyone else had gone
It wasn't me
I couldn't even touch her
She died in the arms of another lover
I didn't do it
But I wish I had
Now I don't know what to doRecorded live at the Smash Palace Festival
December 8th, 2008
Cambridge, Massachusetts -
The Abyss/The Mouth Rebels/Packing
The Abyss:
You are the abyss
The great yawning chasm
Where the dirt meets the sea
When we stare into the darkness
We see the past and future
Of a life lived in slaveryRoughly we plumb the depths
With cords tethered at our waists
And succumbing believe ourselves conquerorsBut the reflective among us
See the abyss staring back
Our image in the reflecting pool
A visage of the demon you created
With scars and bloody wings
We flee from these depths
But there's no where to fly to
The heavens are a white sand desert
Empty in the blinding lightWe cannot escape our tethers
Pulled down to earth and clay
Enshrined in ashes and dust
We are committed to the earth
In a chasm underground
Where the dirt meets the seaThe Mouth Rebels:
Squat down & squirt it out
Swirl around in your glass
Stick your nose in and take a sip
Judge it by color and texture and tasteThe Mouth Rebels hold tasting parties
In urban lofts and suburban basements
Trading mouthfeels and finishes
Claiming victory or defeat, through
Gastrointestinal fortitudeAll that we consume today
Is devoid of nutritional value
Factory foam wrapped in pleasing flavors
Leaving diners engorged but hungryThe Mouth Rebels respond in kind
Stripping all they ingest
Of savory or sweet
They survive just as well
On their self-produced food
All-natural and 100% recycled
Filtered through the bowels of their friendsAdditional audio captured by Ben Stepner
Recored live at O'Brien's Pub
October 12th, 2009
Allston, Massachusetts -
Lord & Karlheinz
Recorded live at the Piano Factory
February 25th, 2009
Boston, Massachusetts -
White Noise Xmas
with Donna Parker and Sebastien Raseman
Filmed by Alice CoxRecorded live at O'Brien's Pub
December 27th 2001
Allston, Massachusetts
