The (Continuing) Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Catharsis

Music by Zac Arnault and Igor Stravinsky.

Zac Arnault- Doublebass
Josh Brennan- Vibraphone
Gabe Belluscio- Tenor Sax
Sam Irvine- Trombone
Lulu LeCraw- Alto sax
Mark McCarthy- Electric Guitar
Matt Morrello- Trumpet
Scott Mullet- Piano and Soprano Sax
Adam Rahn- Drums
Aaron Taub- Percussion
Joey Warren- Percussion

Psalm MIDI File

Written, recorded, and performed by Zac Arnault. Copyright 2014.

Lyrics:
Only hipsters like Philip Glass
Hipper hipsters prefer Steve Reich
So, call me a hipster, or whatever you'd like
Maybe you'd be right
Maybe you'd be right

Only hipsters like Steve Reich
Because hipper hipsters pronounce it right
So, call me a hipster, or whatever you'd like
Maybe you'd be right
Or maybe you'd be Reich

Just my life as a beta baby
Guess I'll go teach in Seoul 
I can't be trusted to make decisions,
I must be out of control

I'm drowning in a sea,
But it's all too sharp for me
I'm drowning in a sea,
But it's all too sharp for mi, me, re...

Only humans talk about God
Because super humans don't talk at all
So, call me a human. That's what I am, after all.
So, that's a pretty good call.
So, that's a pretty good call.

Just call me "The Lindbergh", baby 
Here now, then I'm gone
Raise your finger, the point of life
Points to eternity's dawn

I'm drowning in a sea,
But it's all too sharp for me
I'm drowning in a sea,
But it's all too sharp for me

I hope it's not too cliché, my "nor" lines,
I just don't want our love to diminish with time

All he ever cared about, and all he ever talked about was God,
Was God

Stuck in a mediant relationship with you.

And now all I ever cared about, and all I ever thought about is gone, 
Is gone...

When does the pain set in?
When do the tears start falling from my eyes?
When does the rain begin?
When do the stars start falling from the skies?

When does the sun turn black?
When do we see the dark side of Abraxas?
When does the time turn back?
When does the world stop turning on it axis?

He's gone.
And no words I can say to him, and nothing I can play for him are ever gonna bring him back to me.
He's gone. 
And now all I ever cared about, and all I ever thought about is...


(Only Hipsters Like) Philip Glass

Music & lyrics by Z. Arnault. Copyright 2014

Zac Arnault- All instruments and vocals

Lyrics:

If you try to call me, well, I probably won't answer
'cause I've lost all the contacts in my phone and eyes.
And now they tell me I'm a blind man, and maybe it's true,
but after all, what's there that a blind man can't do?
Except to see the things that everyone just ignores.
But why in the hell would I want to see those things for?
All my my eyes ever did for me was stare at the floor.
Now, all they do is stare back at me like they've never seen a blind man before.
My mind's eye is spinning 'round, and it's sailing towards the brink.
It's taking on water fast and it's starting to think:

That we're bound to keep on rowin',
and we're bound to come to ruin,
we're bound for never knowin' 
just exactly what we're doin'.
We're bound to come to ruin
and we're bound to keep on rowin',
it's all but bound to come to naught,
but the wise men they be knowin'
that life is just a dream

So you can try to call me, but I probably won't answer,
'cause I've lost all contact and I've lost my mind.
And now I am blind, man, in more ways than one,
but I'm starting to see that being blind ain't so fun.
No, there are worse evils, and you know it's true,
such as having two good eyes that can't see what's right in front of you.
So the blind just lead the blind, as they praise their one-eyed king.
I'm not too sure what they're looking for, but you can hear them sing:

We're bound to keep on rowin',
and we're bound to come to ruin,
we're bound to never make it there,
but we're bound to keep on goin'.
We're bound to keep on burnin'
and we're bound to chase the breeze,
we're bound to break our bodies down until we're crawlin' on our knees.
We're bound to keep on learnin'
things are never what they seem.
But the wise men still be knowin' 
that we're bound to keep on rowin'
through this dream

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily [Electric]

Zac Francis is a singer/songwriter, bassist, composer, producer, housepainter, landscaper, air breather, sleep sleeper, and more