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Weird Excursions

by Tri-Cornered Tent Show

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1.
Widowmaker 08:35
Black leather jacket and a tight mini skirt Red silk stockings, dressed for business, watch her work. Is she a widowmaker, an all-night shaker, A big risk taker, a real heart breaker? What's her secret? She grooves on the dance floor; she got rhythm she got soul. Lookin like an angel, she loves to rock and roll. She can walk the line on a mountain ledge, as she keeps in time, on the razors edge. She’s a widow maker and she knows exactly what she wants to do And if you’re lucky she might just wanna, do it to you Yes, she’s a widow maker, she knows which way she wants to go, and if you want to go there too, your gonna have to get with the flow. Eyes like diamonds, her skin is dusted gold. Her body like a Cadillac, refuses to get old. She will dance, an endless romance, and she will please, in sweet release. With her poetry in motion and her Mona Lisa smile, she makes everybody happy for just a little while. will she find peace of mind, or be caught in the daily grind what is her secret?
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With cold eyes he stalks me, with silken highs he rocks me wild fantasy he taunts me, Strange vampire dream he wants me He is no kindhearted man, he is a hellhound on my trail he meets me at the crossroads, when I begin to wail That he is evil, evil on my mind because I dance with the devil, I am falling one more time A monolithic madness, makes stars fall from the sky as wolves begin to howl, as grown men start to cry Slithering goddess, princess of the snake when I start to rattle, the world begins to shake lizard spirit, succubus of soul, fangs beneath my skin my head begins to roll
3.
Ooma gooma oh down, beatdown, beat, downbeat! Revenant eating, downbeat beating Shark shock shakedown, beating down beat beating down Zombie beat down zombie beat down Gone for naught thy troubled mind, left the fear far behind You'll feed the fire, can't fight the fury. A beastly feast of judge and jury Gonna get that jungle music, bring you down, down, down. Gratefully deadening, the flow of the dark And deathly glow, vivacious vivid and vapid. Revolting, reviled and rabid. Got zombie love, got zombie mind. Got to leave this hoodoo far behind. Gonna beat, rapidly beat! Zombie beatdown!
4.
Some people have it, that evil has no face That the devil is hidden, in a far invisible place As veils of abstraction, haunt infinite space A metaphoric mythologic mystic fall from grace The corrupted heart and the hell bound soul This cursed phantasia is growing old The innuendo, the lies being told Time to deal, or quietly fold I have been twisted down twisted Twisted down in double crossing time I feel I am getting evil. I have murder on my mind Vanity pride and glory, leading to the kill The greed and utter passion, a chilling cold ill will I have this strange intuition, superstition, cursed, fear. Of the last man standing, when no other man is near. I hear footsteps in the thunder, white lightning blinds my eyes. I hear the voices in the wind, blood rains crimson colored skies. Looking over yonder, is something going on A hard rain falling in the middle of a con Ulterior agendas the dark before the dawn Mysterious conversation as souls go into pawn. I have been twisted down twisted Twisted down in double crossing time, Twisted down twisted, Twisted down Broken down to double crossing time I feel I am getting evil. I have murder on my mind I am tired of taking less. Revenge, it will be mine
5.
Too many Monkeys, All up in my bidness Too many Monkeys, I cannot abide Too many monkeys, crawlin round my idness Too many Monkeys, I cannot hide Monkeys got the power exchange, they got the scary stuff Monkeys got da isms and the ology, don't call their bluff Monkeys got the up statistics, they got the big ballistics Monkey high society, hyper-foo-foo-dumbass anxiety. They got Up statistics, they got big ballistics They got the power exchange, and the scary stuff. They got air supply, they got energy grid They got the paid protection and the massive erection Go monkey boy Go! Too many monkeys, all up in my bidness Too many monkeys, for me to abide Motherfuckin monkeys, all up in my bidness Too many monkeys, for me to abide Go monkey boy Go. Monkeys got the air supply, And the energy grid They got the chronic and the cratic, monkey he’s on automatic Monkey’s got paid protection, they got the massive erection Monkey populist heroes, reductivist absolute zeros! YOU DON’T CALL MY SON NO MONKEY BOY!
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Dagon spawns beneath the oceans of sadness, beyond the mountains of madness. beneath long veils of sadness. beyond the mountains of madness in a maelstrom of evil vastness is where the lost souls roam. Dagon dreams leviathan schemes below the oceans of madness. beyond the oceans of madness lies all ill will insane. Beneath the oceans of madness, through Liquid veils of sadness, as fiendish fallen angels, drowned souls, lost legions roam. Dagon spawns greedily, Boiling beneath this ocean of madness. A fish fiend faceless sneer, translucent veil, the sky blurred azure, darkened hue. This interstellar void fey out're space, hauntingly reflect mutant and spectral such cursed ghostly metaphor, seascape, barren, Laid to waste. Dagon dreams leviathan schemes below this ocean of sadness. Beyond the Mountains of madness. Beneath this ocean of sadness, all dark will, ill macabre lair, veiled and translucent, is where cursed lost souls legions roam.

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Philip Everett - Synth, Percussion, Electric Lapharp, Xlarinet
Ray Schaeffer - Electric Basses, audio engineering
Anthony Flores - Drums & Percussion
Valentina O - Vocals & Vocal FX

Weird Excursions is a poly-idiomatic harmolodic psychedelic R&B exotica filled politically incorrect avant free-form funky fever dream in-joke freak-out filtered thru Philip K Dick William Burroughs Harlan Ellison HP Lovecraft Picasso Dali Sun Ra Stockhausen Varese Hendrix Eric Dolphy and Ornette Coleman as if written and arranged for Pink Floyd but performed by Soft Machine fronted by a Diamanda influenced Philly soul singer tripping on Owsley acid in the spirit of early Zappa and the theater of the absurd.

Lyrics by Philip Everett
Music by Tri-Cornered Tent Show
Recording and post production by Nazmir Kelpkut recording, San Francisco

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released February 27, 2024

We’d like to give a special thank you to
Vik at Badass Graphix for photography
& artwork and Donna Curusis for
providing her 1953 Cadillac convertible
for the photo shoot.

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Tri-Cornered Tent Show San Francisco, California

In the early 20th century “tent shows” created multiple stages of interest vying simultaneously for attention. They could be selling you medicine, salvation, entertainment or war. Drawing on influences in R&B/dance, classical, multi-cultural folk, progressive rock, 20th century avant garde and free jazz, TRI-CORNERED TENT SHOW pushes the envelope of melodic groove and arrhythmic improvisation. ... more

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