TOY MATINEE

Believe me when I say he's mad 
A hideous scarecrow clown 
Crooked gingerbread man 
He feasts obsessively on fear 
As his eyes fill the room 
With stares he strings 
And scares with screams 
Not to mention the bones 
Of poor Mr. Panda Bear 
Oh Marionette I hate you 
Stop stringing your arms around 
Spinning two sticks fiddle riddle 
Bagging up bones 
Got to try and stay awake 
I've caught on to your monkey tricks 
So I wish you all away 
Well my luscious little boy 
Why you hide awake in bed? 
Please come out for a few 
I'm just a midget in masquerade 
I promise I won't eat you 
I'm still full from yesterday 
So come to the "Gallery of gods" 
For some spotlights and shadowplay 
Oh Marionette I hate you 
Stop stringing your arms around 
Spinning two sticks fiddle riddle 
Bagging up bones 
Got to try and stay awake 
I've caught on to your monkey tricks 
So I wish you all away 
Dark Vader save me 
From this criminal mind 
He's got some harlequin habit now 
And he's bound to unwind 
I can feel him staring glaring (Under the bed) 
Staring glaring (Under the bed) 
Staring glaring (Under the bed) 
Staring glaring (Under the bed) 

© 2002 Genowen/Windraven  Music (ASCAP)

Produced by SEAN SONNET  -  Lyrics - SEAN SONNET 
 Vocals SEAN SONNET - Drums LOUIS KAPLAN  
Bass EVAN GALT - Guitars MIKAL NEVLER 
  Programming and Keyboards SEAN SONNET 
 


Toy Matinee

Antarctica
The storm has ended
Into frail rust torn rain
Wool gathering smiles in spring
Safe from summer
And my sweet 'Erinyes'
All to become antiquities

La la la la la lalai
La la la la la yeah

Wither cold winds
Purist and bright sanctify
Unbridled morningtide
These silly wishes...
What am I supposed to do with them
Give me something to live for
My Antarctica

La la la la la lalai
La la la la la yeah

Wish it to end
Wish it to end...

© 1998 Windraven Music (ASCAP)

Produced by SEAN SONNET  -  Lyrics/Music - SEAN SONNET 
 Vocals SEAN SONNET - Violin JYRI GLYNN 
Bass MATT BAYNE - Guitars THOMAS ATWELL
  Programming and Keyboards SEAN SONNET 


Antarctica

My Socrates
Hey you, close your riven rose
You're a poet, priest of nowhere
And your polished, seemed attitude brings you more

Yeah you, you're a reckless angel
You're a heartbreaking soldier
And your splendid insanities brings you more

So come into my mind and breathe into the morning light
Come into my mouth and breed
So we shake, shake, shake, shake into the sun like an arrow
And we burn, burn, burn, burn into the world once again
You're a sweet-raped hole, such a desolate soul, wearing a crown of M80's
And your livid insanity brings you more

So we shimmer in the shame of gods ethereal rain
Canting happy death heaven eerie blissful and vain
And I'm guilt in the fire irresistible irate
Like burning witches on a Sunday afternoon
And I'm spirit, I'm death, I'm belligerent, I'm clean
I'm not some pretty kill wiseacre
Spit into this dream about stains in my heart
I'm sustained in mimicry
Just to feel holy
I'm feeling old

So I watch the clock tick in the corner of the room
Hungry little black books feeding Sunday schools
And I'm drenched in the fire of a thousand ages
Whoring glories for the pouring man
And I laugh and I laugh as I throw it away
My heart fills empty again and again
And I glisten in the forest of a thousand black roses
Feeling holy and feeling small
And I bleed like Jesus and bleed for you
Like spilling Socrates, imitation to feel
If I were God, I'd watch you fall down

Take me back, take me back
My sleeping angel
The one that ran away

© 1998 Windraven Music (ASCAP)

Produced by SEAN SONNET - Lyrics/Music - SEAN SONNET 
Vocals SEAN SONNET - Violin JYRI GLYNN 
Bass SEAN SONNET - Guitars MATT BAYNE
 Programming and Keyboards SEAN SONNET


My Socrates

A symphonic blend of haunting melodies and orchestration which combines instrumental textures and amazing vocals.

Tri State Killing Spree
PXC (Windraven Records)
Review By: Sonya Brown (Inmusicwetrust)

My first introduction to Tri State Killing Spree was in the form of their stage show, which prompted me to pick up a copy of their EP. Since that time, I have followed this band closely, as I was very impressed with not only their stage presence, but their sensual sound as well. I was extremely pleased to receive one of the first copies of their just-released CD, which also contains re-mixes of 3 of the tracks from the EP.
Tri-State Killing Spree hails from Seattle, and consists of Sean Sonnet, Vocals, Bass & Keys; Jyri Glynn, Violin, Baritone Violin; Matt Bayne, Guitars, Bass; and their newest member, Thomas Atwell IV, Guitars. This CD also contains absolutely wonderful graphics which were created by David Kadzielewski (who is also responsible for the incredible design of the website which is located at www.tristatekillingspree.com).

This CD is actually titled "Happy, Death, Heaven", but don't expect to find the title printed on the CD jacket. Instead, the title is illustrated in runic symbols. Three Symbols appear on the cover (P, X & C). Each rune symbolizes basically the three words: P= Happiness, Comfort, etc.; X = Death, and C = afterlife. Jyri explains that the goal was in capturing the rustic mysticism of feeling.

As with most of Tri-State's material, each track seems to tell a story of sorrow and beauty, splendidly wrapped within dark melodies. The first track on this CD is "Chance", which is a song with respect to the current hypocracy of organized religion.

The second track is actually an instrumental prelude to "Time After Time", which is numbered as a separate track, though not named as such on the CD. "Time After Time" was previously released on their EP as "Second Hand of Time". This caused some confusion, as I did not realize that this was the same track until I listened to them both back to back. Jyri explained the instrumental prelude, and why it is numbered as a separate track. "Track #2 is technically the prelude into Time after Time", says Jyri, "it was put on the album as two different tracks so that it would continue to be radio-playable," "radio stations will not play a song with a two minute intro."

The poetry within this CD comes from the mind of Sean Sonnet, the vocalist, and his words are compelling and thought provoking. I found the title of this cd recurring in the track "My Socrates", where Sean writes "so we shimmer in the shame of gods ethereal rain, canting happy death heaven errie blissful and vain". I was delighted that the band included the printed lyrics with this CD, and I asked Sean about some of the meanings behind his words.

One of my favorite tracks is "Toy Matinee", which I'm told was actually a last minute addition to this CD. Sean was 5 years old when his aunt gave him a marionette from Tijuana. He explains, "the thing was eloquently evil, it sat with its strings in the air on top of an old chair contemplating dinner. When I got older, I grew the courage to bury his ass in my grandfathers back yard. Evil thing!" This song brings to mind all of those creepy things that lurk in your closet and under your bed, and I for one have ALWAYS loathed clowns! Perhaps that is why I picked this track as my personal favorite, but I also loved the violin work in this song.

Sean explains that "Sometimes Silver" is a song of a girl that had been missing. She was found dead, hidden in leaves, under the rain. Sean heard the news on the radio, and heard the girls mother in total despair. She uttered something about the rain, it was her childs silvery hands, she felt comfort in the rain. "Sometimes Silver" brings forth very powerful emotions of pain and loss.

The last track on PXC is "Antartica". Sean feels that Antartica is "an orchestral omen," "a song about desolation, empty wishes, empty hands." "Antartica is a place inside us that keeps us from feeling alive, it becomes our darkest secrets and stores our pain".

As I write this review, "Happy, Death, Heaven" is playing softly in the background. This CD brings a calming presence, and an overture to immersed thoughts and feelings, drawing from the darkest pools of the soul..... a place we all need to visit from time to time.


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