Palace of the Lightbulbs

by Computer at Sea

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Most of the sounds on this recording are produced with circuit bent devices, handmade electronics, or videogame hardware.

Physical copies are available on white vinyl for $10 plus $3 shipping within the US.

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released 15 March 2011

All the songs here were written by Galen Richmond.

Ron Harrity recorded, mixed, and mastered everything here, with the exception of the first track, which Jon Donnell recorded and Ron mixed and mastered. Steve Alvarez made the cover image

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Track Name: How the Cup is Being Filled (Now)
It's measured in the flames from a burning couch
just how badly we have disgraced ourselves now.
And when we've gotta give mouth to mouth
we make a big show about how we're not aroused.
Cause the ambulance is only being driven in the hopes that it might crash.
The thread is being woven with desire to catch.
The firefighter strikes the match.

[chorus]
Now Milk, your's is not to spill.
See the skeleton hand of the civic man at your windowsill.

Some ceiling tiles have fallen from the palace roof, the dentist has contempt for the missing tooth.
And when we ferment the lightbulb for it's juice
we pay no mind to all the eyesight we might lose.
The city's health inspector tells a lie because he wants tot stay home.
The monorail conductor doesn't mind he lives alone.
The dialtone swallowed the phone.

[chorusx2]

Now one two three four five six seven stop.
Track Name: Sullen Lamplighters
The insides of the rubber band
They stretch out all the glass to sand
They shake the arms off helping hands
They take the wheel and make demands, they say

You volunteer firefighters you can only burn it down
The Sullen Lamplighters they visit from the shadow towns
And all the insiders they make that disapproving sound
You skeleton riders you're gonna ride it
straight into the ground

The conductor wires the electrical fires
to a burning bag of garbage and the radial tires
They roll through the holes in all the cynical liars
who fake the grandstanding that a workweek requires, they say

You volunteer firefighters you can only burn it down
The Sullen Lamplighters they visit from the shadow towns
And all the insiders they make that disapproving sound
You skeleton riders you're gonna ride it
straight into the ground
Track Name: The Triage Nurse
The mecury vapor light
flickers once and then turns off
Milk politely coughs
The triage nurse she traills off
while the scanner whispers softly
coding accidents certain to happen

An exotic meal the fins of a mantaray
The weight of a wheel but the wheel has been worstened and then made uncertain
A cursory feel but the hands have been broken
she's certain they're broken

Two dogs were fighting in the parking lot beside of it
Milk lays down broken and then shurgs as if to say
The hazy detail of taillights
a vendor selling paper kites
in the field after the midway moved away

An exotic meal the fins of a mantaray
The weight of a wheel but the wheel has been worstened and then made uncertain
A cursory feel but the hands have been broken
she's certain they're broken
Track Name: Power Lines
Rolling down the sidewalk like the lank libertarians
tearing out the stuffing from the armchair librarians
are staring at us glaring at us daring us to move
but we can't pay attention till they drop the groove
now go

Probably didn't matter but we really would have rather
had the powerlines be cutting up the view
We'd like to say that we're not going to pay
but our wallet's always open for you
It Probably didn't matter but we really would have rather
had the powerlines be cutting up the view
We'd like to say that we're not going to pay
but our wallet's always open for you

Waking in the night with the sudden sense of knowing
that the channels now are vacant and your bicycle's been stolen
Morning comes creeping with a burned out bag of plastic
throwing garbage on your lawn and the air's just full of static, now go

Probably didn't matter but we really would have rather
had the powerlines be cutting up the view
We'd like to say that we're not going to pay
but our wallet's always open for you
It Probably didn't matter but we really would have rather
had the powerlines be cutting up the view
We'd like to say that we're not going to pay
but our wallet's always open for you