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The Invisible Planet

by The Walking Faces

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FURBjr Just bought and am excited to enjoy to listen during the nuclear apocalypse, and having my face melted.

A particularly good treatment of the material of "Theresa Lefteye In My Case" I first discovered on Bruce's album Live at Rose's Cold Garage.

03 Angels Eyes is a tour de force. It's like Hendrix meets the Temptations. Great Jam.

Track 15 "04 The Day You Were Born > The Instrumental Planet" 0'40" to 0'55" is transcendant. Favorite track: Theresa Lefteye In My Case.
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The Buddha & The Rosebush conspired to conceal themselves in the cyclone's eye, to sleep in the garden while the floodwaters rise It rains & rains all day & the lotuses wash away, the roses rattle their thorns & moan & the buddha turns to stone The river roll'd out of bed, the stars turn'd their eyes away, rabbit in the moon kick'd a hole in the future, the river rose 87 feet in one day, seven lost gods step'd out of the well, dancing around on the faces of the dam'd. Said the full moon to the children of the sun, don't tell the river where i am! It rains & rains all day & the lotuses wash away, the roses rattle their thorns & moan & the buddha turns to stone
Fly on dandelion fuzz fly away on your dreams. You drank the honey til the very last buzz dissolved into echoes & steam. I might be a memory, I might be an idea, you might be broken & torn You might remember the day you were born High over the telephone wires a ghost in search of a steed struck from his house when the valves gave out. Time to separate instinct from need. Do you want to come back or just step off the track or will your broken forevers to reform? You might remember the day you were born Waiting at the station for the train to refill with an unlit collection of free-floating will. The engine fires up & the doors hiss closed. Six months from now you will once more have fingers & toes The car is on fire, that's a foregone condition of driving it in the first place. You might get out before it explodes but you'll never in hell win the race. When you step out insane from the wreckage & flames will you look back with love or with scorn? You might remember the day you were born
It's nothing but bats, in space. They ride up on the satellites, they float from star to star, they grow to enormous sizes. In the absence of moths they eat small comets, stray meteorites, whole planets. It's nothing but bats, in space. Indicational tell-tale signs, solar pingpongs, & traces of light in eyes half-blind. Pinball, kaleidoscope, first echoes of the silent nowhere, every sound another verse, another transient somewhere.
Kipple 2f 03:38
The Fire Rat 05:33
After the blast we were all confused. There was no one around to tell us the news, just the writing on the wall to tell us how to survive. It said, "You are all dead, I am alive. But you can make it through, here's your plan of attack: Bring me the skin of the fire-rat!" We looked around the jailhouse & in the saloon, we listened to the voices of the people of the moon but we couldn't find a thing, times was running out fast, our numbers were dwindling, our supplies couldn't last, when I heard something hiss like a siamese cat: "Bring me the skin of the fire-rat!" It wasn't very long before things got weird. Joey caught fire & Jimmy disappeared. The air was getting thin & we were starting to freak when over in the corner Johnny heard something squeak. I thought I smelled smoke so I took off my hat & I set it down over the fire-rat. Here we still were & it was all very strange. We made it back to jail & found the writing had changed: "Leave the rat on the desk," read the black & white words. "Click your heels together & wait for the birds. I can't thank you enough for catching the rat! If you have to call me something, call me Horselover Fat."
by Matthew O'Neill
Angels Eyes 07:32
Fluff defender, black or blue, levitate my soul. Lucidate the whole sick crew. Give back my love & go. What you are is what you do / how my dancers fly / foaming starlings crackle in two & fall like angels eyes Fluff defender, right or wrong, thanatoid spare heart, forest hare that tries to conquer but the goat won't start What you are is what you do / how my dancers fly / foaming starlings crackle in two & fall like angels eyes Lift a finger, move the glass closer to the wall. Foreign objects come to pass. Consume them all.
Kipple 3 03:06
Ten Of Wands 06:44
by Ian McKagan
Time 07:33
When the border between worlds has grown thin & you can see the other sides of things, the spaceship shines its lights in your full moon eyes, your coat is stolen by a cat with colored wings, your coffee turns to rainbows before you can drink it, the devil smiles from under every dime, the air is hot & thick & the crows don't talk they tick, what else could it be but time? Jessica gets letters from a wrestler, a pigeon brings them to her roof. Her eyes get hot & wet, full of tears & sweat, until she feels like living proof. There's a dog under her table with no bone to chew on & the name of every street feels like a sign. When you can feel the spin rate of every muon, what else could it be but time? We used to sail silver seas. We used to cry silver tears. This planet won't be seen again for another 200 years. The sky on fire like 1000 sunsets. You might be living or you might be dying. Let the cries of waterbirds escort you down the hall of words. What else could it be but time?


sj 5 philpin - guitarbass, acoustic & electric guitars, piano, singing
james patrick lenon - drums

Greg Zilboorg - trumpet (Bats In Space, Angels’ Eyes)

basic tracks recorded by Mark Wheaton at Catasonic, Echo Park, Los Angeles
overdubs & mixing by 5-Track in the Quantum Qathouse, Los Angeles & Seattle
mastered by Jack Endino

The Buddha & The Rosebush, The Day You Were Born, The Fire Rat & Time were written by 5-Track
Bats In Space, Angels’ Eyes & Kipple by The Walking Faces
Theresa Lefteye In My Case by Marc Cantlin II
Ten Of Wands by Ian McKagan
Endless Highway by Matthew O’Neill

album art by Jack Dondanville, cover design by Cosmic Primitive

THE WALKING FACES first album, "Catastrophic Molt"


released June 21, 2016

on the planet of the blind, the one-eyed life-form is invisible


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