You didn't ask for it. And yet I'm giving it to you anyway: new music from ER Salo Deguierre. I am sorry to keep sending you, dear "Beauty Is Imperfection" reader, to listen to this stuff at MySpace, which I'm sure we all hate equally by now. It's just that I haven't found a music player I want to pay for, and I still don't think I'm quite ready for the ITunes store.
While most of my music is made at my kitchen table with nothing more than a guitar and a cheap drum machine, this new song benefits from the addition of a MIDI controller and the background vocals of my beautiful wife Stephanie. Because she doesn't quite approve of my musical hobby, I had to fool her into doing this by convincing her it was a sound check and then manipulating her voice electronically. OK, that's an exaggeration. But only a minor exaggeration.
I'll be posting lyrics here over the next few days for different songs, but this was the first one I finished. It's not quite about my recent personal pain, though it touches on some themes I'm obsessed with--mostly what it means to be alive and to be in your own body. Enjoy (if possible).
TV Head By Eric Rasmussen Copyright 2010
What would you do if you woke up in the morning Your brain unplugged and you wake up with a TV head? What if your friends came over just to watch you? They don’t even know how long that you’ve been dead
The remote control is so polymorphously perverse You have to touch each button just to stay alive
La la la la la la la la la La la la When you find me dead and gone La la la la la la la la la La la la You can turn my spirit off or turn it on
I am nothing more than a receiver Turn me on and keep my antenna high
What would you do if your car was possessed by the devil? And the thing it just won’t come to life? What if Beatrice ripped out of the bull’s belly? What if Jonah wrote his name on your ribs with his knife?
What if she held her tongue up in her hand to show you? How she never ever again would lie?
La la la la la la la la la la La la la If she ever sees me frown La la la la la la la la la la She can stab me with her smile till I go down
The whale has taken over my life completely Aren’t you glad you’re you and you’re not I?
What if your ghost was trapped within your freezer? What if you watched yourself from across the hall? Floating through your life outside your body? Drifting away atop your own weightless soul?
I’d give anything just to touch her face again Hers is the only body I have known
La la la la la la la la la La la la Sometimes you gotta sing a song La la la la la la la la la La la la Because you’ll be dead someday yourself before too long
I am just a ghost inside a freezer You can only free me with your eyes