A tune Adam wrote for his Dad. Guest vocals by Meghan Koch.

House

You cannot avoid Reality – eventually, she wins. Every time.

I make you into a likeness.
I would trade the world for this.
But twisted love might be delightful.
(This is how we know it is.)

Up the street I drag my features.
Each of me a twisted creature.
I find it hard to feed my keeper.

Consensus Reality – make no mistake!

Let's attend a private screening.
All of us, without the guilt.
But just because some doctor is dreaming,
Someone else gonna fix th quilt.

Let's go see a foreign movie.
Let's see them all, let's not be choosie.

Consensus Reality – make no mistake.

I think you and you might be a murmur
Of the Big Bang in my head.
The sky fall in around the corner.
(At least that's what I thought she said.)

I was married to a method.

Consensus Reality – make no mistake.
Consensus Reality – make no mistake.


As performed by The Niceties (2016)
Lyrics ©1984 Carl Davila and The Ace of Hearts Productions; music and arrangement ©1984 Carl Davila and Alyson Steinman.

Consensus Reality

Aurora hung a red dress on my window,
And I woke up into a dream.
Maybe there's a garden under the rainbow
A glass of wine into the time.

There's a place in the back of my mind
Where I see you walking in the breeze
There's a trace in the corner of my heart
Of your footsteps.

Dancing with my shadow in the moonlight
On a country road, under the sky
Walking with Antares on a starry night
On the winds of Love, taking flight.

There's a place in the back of my mind
Where I see you walking in the trees.
There's a trace in a corner of my heart
Of your footsteps.

Sometimes when maybe the moment is just right
I can step out into that place again.
Sometimes when I'm sleeping in the middle of the night
I can reach out and touch your face.

There's a trace of Love in my heart
And your voice whispers in the breeze
There's a face in the back of my mind
And your footsteps.


For Adnan, performed by The Niceties.
©2017 Carl Davila and The Ace of Hearts Productions

A Glass of Wine

Precious
This state of mind, you know it's 
Precious
It's your life, I mean it's 
Precious
Completely still, you know it's
Precious
This state of mind....

Precious
This wondering heart, you know it's
Precious
It's a state of mind. It's
Precious
There's nothing more true! You know it's
Precious
This state of mind.


Performed by The Niceties.
©2016 Carl Davila and The Ace of Hearts Productions
All rights reserved

Precious

Some people got together for a party on Fillmore Street, and well...


Bury me underneath everybody's dreams.
I'll kick you in the eye, kick you in the eye...

[Ch]
Dream...
I don't wanna die die die die die...
Dream, dream...
I don't wanna die die die die die...
Dream...
I don't wanna...die! (Yeah! No!)

Sign your name at the bottom of the page
They'll take it away, take it away, 
They'll take it away, take it away...
Take YOU away, they'll take YOU away....
There IS a cure for politics
6 x 6 is not some phony trick!

[Ch]
I don't wanna die, I wanna fly! Wheeeeeeeee!

Stop! Don't stop!
Stop! Don't! Stop! Don't....
Stop!

Carry me to the top.
I can't stop, I can only make the best of it.
Make the best of it, make the best of it...

Dream, dream
I don't wanna....

[Ch, Stop! Don't stop! and out]


Performed by The Niceties + 10.
©1989 by Carl Davila and The Ace of Hearts Productions
All rights reserved

Label of Love (AoH2)

Stop! Don't Stop!

Hey, I'm trying to tell you
Don't get excited
It's just death perception.
Hey, that's how it is, now
It doesn't matter
You know there's no exceptions.

It's not magical thinking, is it?
No!

It's just a minor imperfection.
It's just a death perception.

Hey, hear what I'm sayin'
You can exhale.
It's just a death perception.

Hey, but you don't get it.
It doesn't matter.
It's just a minor imperfection.


As performed by The Niceties.
©2013 Carl Davila and The Ace of Hearts Productions
All rights reserved

Oh, the Wonder!

Death Perception

In 1986, there was this band...and then...

The Copout Bop

The copout bop
The copout bop-out!

You can duck your head.
You can close your eyes.
You can pretend you're dead.
But I know  you're alive.

The copout bop (etc.)

You can leave a trail of spoons,
Hide behind the door.
You can snuff it in your room.
You can come on back for more.

The copout bop (etc.)

I don't know the truth,
But I hear what you say.
You say, "Gimme some glue."
I said, "Get out of my way!"

The copout bop (etc.)


Prisoner

I, self
I dare not speak to the wind
Which louder and faster than I
Does speak.

I, self
Unaware of anything else
Will cry to the walls which keep me bound,
Enclose my space...

[Ch]
And I will pound them with my fist,
And I will kick them with my feet,
And I will throw my body at them....
And dent them with my head!

I, self
I gladly would weld
These spirit bonds, these iron bands
Around all of us (everyone out there in Radio Land)

I, self
I could wander free
And still finally fall within fences again...

[Ch]

[Repeat Verse 1 and Chorus]

Performed by Babeltrees.
Lyrics: Davila
Music: Davila and Steinman

Babeltrees Demo 1986

The Copout Bop / Prisoner

I got my darshan on my license plate.
(He's got his darshan on his license plate.)
I got my Beemer and I'm feelin' great.

I got the top down on the Interstate
(He's got his darshan on his license plate.)
I'm gonna tell everyone about my state.

This is the core of the apple.
This is the t-bone of the steak.
This is the banana in the smoothie.
This is the icing on the cake.

A truthy tale...by The Niceties.
©2016 Carl Davila and The Ace of Hearts Productions
All rights reserved

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Consensus Reality

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