Another Mike Romano classic, the full-blown version of the album's opening instrumental. I wrote the lyrics in honor of Logan Whitehurst, who fought brain cancer for a long time and died at the obscenely young age of 29. He was an obscenely gifted artist (thus, Winsor McCay reincarnate, reincarnate), musician (many instruments), bon vivant, raconteur, sweet-natured lunatic. I hope that his friends and family take this song in the spirit of the envy and adoration I felt toward the young man, and not some lugubrious, obscene, presumptuous testimonial. So much obscenity! Fuck you, cancer, as Rick Fields wrote defiantly in a book of poetry before the fungus got him, too.
He was Winsor McCay!
Every day we'd say a prayer to save him.
Robots fought for his life,
Unsuccessfully, but then we can't beat a brain
To kill a mushroom softly growing...
In the shadows, making space, making room.
Choking fires, cracking skulls, sinking moods.
Where's the angel?
The spoiler-fitted flying angel,
Her spines with flaps to stabilize her.
She flew into the room just long enough to tease the spirit from him.
You don't have a snowball's chance.
Your kindness is like a dance.
Walking slowly, distorting everything you see.
Distortion is just like love,
It's passionate, fucked-up stuff.
What's the matter?
You wrote a hundred million songs.
Songs praising the mutant race,
Discovered in outer space.
Heaven help us!
If men like him are taken in...
Robots hatched from an egg,
Metal bodies, helicopters,
This is the way that Logan flies from here to
Heaven drawn on a page,
Blackbirds flying, swimming pools alive with his mind,
Conceiving creatures never found in the books,
But only sparking in the parts of his brain.
Only a fungus would complain.
from Famous People Marry Famous People,
released July 11, 2008
Music: Mike Romano
Lyrics: Greg Giles
Cynthia Wigginton plays violin on this song, several tracks worth actually...
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A collection of astoundingly beautiful tracks that have little to do with eachother, yet I cannot stop listening to them despite that. Every song on this EP are phenomenal but The Owl And The Tanager takes the cake for me, just in its theatrical and personal style alone. Owen Farmer