Portmanteau

by Dead Cinema

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1.
Creep like Cinderella no need for an umbrella with you, you are the most dangerous star. When you wake up extra early, but you're still in a hurry, what can you do, you are the most dangerous star. You gentleman of the highest order, you rich men can't afford her, she's free, just like me. She's Canada's greatest sinner, walker her home after dinner which was free, just like me. There's burglars in the cellar, those laughing drunken feller's, don't they know, you are the most dangerous star. And if your precious baby contracts pernicious rabies, what can you do, you are the most dangerous star.
2.
When they put me away, will you visit me everyday? Until I get better, will you write me love letters? Like a lengthy chord in a mental ward, you are so hard to come by. Don't go out when it's sunny on Sundays Don't go to work to make money on Monday and it's dinner for two on Tuesday and I don't know what day it is today
3.
I've got a new one and you got one too and with our new one will make the gray skies blue and if we run out we'll simply run out to the store we'll be all smiles all down the aiels, to the casher and then back here. I've got a new one and you got one too and with our new ones, we'll make the old days new And if we throw up we'll simply throw up our trembling hands, custards last dance there'll be a pile that smell so vile and lingers on long before we are gone I've got a new one and you got one too and with our new one will make the gray skies blue This just in; it's not gonna be ok. Turn out we are evolving apart, though i'd call, but I got nothing to say good luck on your continent worlds away. and if we pass out we'll simply pass out our deepest regrets so in the morning, morning our last warnings, ghost of a chance here lays Jack Vance I've got a new one and you got one too and with our new one we'll make the gray skies blue Actually my friend everything alright you know what they say what do you wanna do, as long your paying we can hit up the store, only the poor ought to worry, I got no hurries anymore.
4.
Atypical Day 04:55
On the other side of the river where I don't wanna be, I woke up to harassment and the prospects of a new day There's beer in the snow ball, it looks like a mine, a few of them aren't empty, few of them were mine. My car's still stuck but we're in luck there's another potluck just get in and be taken hostage for as long as it takes. It's an atypical day Who are we to make demands when the day is out of our hands? Negotiation has all but stalled, say hi to me on the post office wall. It's an atypical night who are we to put up a fight, just get in and be take hostage for as long as it takes It's an atypical day Guess we'll sit around and wait surrender to a drunken faith give each other knowing looks talk about more half read books hostage for as long as takes my life's become one big mistake Even if the girls will never show, never will show never answer they're phones. We'll be introduced to roommates, drug deals in the snowy suburbs of hell, they're not loosing hope and this won't be done til I wake up on somebody's floor completely broke. It's an a typical day
5.
Hemlock Row 03:55
An armadillo in transylvania, in your picture show, a friend in of the family a friend in the know I never drink before seven and I sleep in a tuxedo and my chastaty belt was made in heaven from the skins of an ancient armadillo now I sit here on the hemlock row, now you sit there in the front row I'm a people person, we're people all for the birds, we'll celebrate baby jesus with the storks at the end of the word. nothing up my sleeves but scars there aint no people persons down at the north pole there aint no christmas dinner just a big lump of coal An armadillo in transylvania smashed up on the road, in the name of the euro union they turned all the ravens to crows. When you wake up thursday evening, wearing my sunday clothes, come see the Thorazine shuffle in the Titicut show
6.
Mr. Popular 06:43
I got it straight from the source Went and bet on the wrong horse Called me up for a couple of bucks Last time he loaned money he went and bought a Mexican divorce He wears a white linen suit and I've got holes in my shoes He's reluctant as hell to split up the loot Eating caviar in Belarus Mail order brides on back order Credit agencies in hot pursuit I was a boy in the girl's bathroom when I met you You pushed me to the mirror and you pulled me through... It was pitch dark in the bedroom except for the glowing lights of a dozen cigarette cherries Well it looks like I'm Mr. Popular tonight! Mr. Popular... Mr. Popular... My name's Mr. Popular. Who the fuck are you? When Mr. Popular makes the scene he always makes a scene He's dressed in a grin but it's wearing thin Mr. Popular, if anyone asks. Mr. Popular, read the lips on his mask. I know it's hard to believe So high on horse glue... He's getting high on his horse Head on the bar and an empty glass... Strolled into the bar like a horse's ass Framed for an impersonation of a priest! On trial for a felony Don't believe in Manogamy I got my own little philosophy!! He'll be popular in the leper colony Just can't hold a good man back Twelve thousand roses and daffodil hips Just striking poses to compliment malvolent quips Says the headstone, "Get off my fool of ships." He wears a white linen suit And I've got holes in my shoes He sent someone I've never seen He says it's running keeps him lean He walks the wide avenues like it's the allies of Beruit Says he writes for a magazine Doesn't care what it is you believe He looks behind him on the streets Avoids the manholes with his feet He stays in public when we meet Says he'll soon be off for Crete Remember me? It's your old friend? He says I can't quite remember when Was it in Laos, or was it in, perhaps, Tuileries, yes Les Jardins He wears a white linen suit And I've got holes in my shoes He sent someone I've never seen He says it's running keeps him lean
7.
Don't need no get away driver, driving me insane, dont need no get away, I'm better off walking off in the pouring rain. Had a dream without you, there's wormwood in the van, just cause I was sleeping there, don't mean we can't just be friends. don't need no getaway driver, I'm better off looking for somebody else to blame I've been looking for trouble, woke up early the day I died, just because they say I'm a drifter, doesn't mean I won't fin you one day. don't need no getaway driver. just because nothings ever fair, don't mean the means justify the end, let say we're just friends.
8.
Never seen this one before But I think i know how it ends Nothing really happens Nothing changes but the lens I'm sipping grin and tonic and take off is all set Sittin between D.B. Cooper and a pretty young brunette As the plane begins to lift off She begins to drift off My heart falls for her as her head falls to my shoulder Could I get a walk on part in her dreams could it even be bolder Outside the window a creature on the wing Tips his hat as he starts to sing You will hear my song as the plane goes down You'll be allright once you hit the ground We'll see who's paying for soft drinks in siberia You'll wish you'd been blacklisted when you see the parts you get Sellin coal on the black market baby All the worlds gettin paid tragedy is all the rage A transcontinental greyhound bus I found A flying jalopy and the jewel of the crown Just going somewhere else to wander around Might be raining beneath the clouds You will hear my song as the plane goes down You'll be allright once you hit the ground In the spotlight so many lines All the world's a cage Everyman for himself Women, children and lambs First class, business class, burning class, steerage Welcome the stormy seas Just keep your eyes glued to the screen One blink too many--Cooper wakes me up Forget my dreams as Cooper says, "I don't mean to interrupt." But I don't need no boxcutter, baby Just smash your bombay bottle on this trashy TV screen First order of business is to jettison things For our last performance, my friend, we'll be living like kings It'll be allright once we hit the ground

about

Arising from the grave in the festering contango years at the dawn of the fourth turning, treading the fraying hems of a gentrifying downtown world, Dead Cinema sprouted from the cracks as an effulgently wry, running confabulation between two impecunious, cantankerous garret haunters with little more than a scrap of someone else's letter of introduction to the world in the form of a NKOTB trading card—I.O.U.s from a Ponzi investment back in their San Francisco days, before it finally fell to the robots..
It should, but it might not, go without saying that the prevailing cultural narratives foisted upon us are rejected here, either successfully, or unsuccessfully.
Words cannot so easily sum up the music, so stop reading. On Portmanteau, Mr. Strange inhabits a genre of no budget exploitation unto himself, offsetting Mr. Breeden's broody, Cassandraesque musings. Refreshingly, for those of apparently few of us whose brain hasn't been melted by EDM, EMF, EMGs, ELO or DOC, no one is overtly competent here, or attempting to portray any variety of manicured hoboism so readily propogated by other shoestringers in the contemporaneous climate as authentic. The songs are unfashionably late to cohere, parched behind the tears. At times, Ms. Johanne is the glue shyly holding things together, and Cerebral Cortez amazingly bends time to accomodate such a stilted behest. LOHell.

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released August 31, 2010

All songs by Dead Cinema
Gib, Cerebral Cortez, J & Sara
Recorded and mixed by Dead Cinema in the Accounting Office
Mastered by Mell Dettmer

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