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A Return

“A Return.” A very old song. Originally recorded
(on cassette) in 1981. This is a version from
1983, recorded on 4-track reel-to-reel, featuring
Scot Ashley on guitar and Thymme on piano,
synthesizer and trumpet. The murkiness is due
to the fact that Thymme hadn’t figured out (and,
truth be told, never really did) the tape machine’s
equalizer.

Palos Hills

Palos Hills

Thymme Jones- piano, vocals, trumpet, drums, moog, melodica
Angie Mead- vocals
Sophia Uddin- viola
Hannah Brock- viola
David Smith- flute
Mike Hagedorn- slide trumpet
Jeff Libersher- guitar, bass
Reid Coker- words

Mastered by Todd Rittmann

Out on these hills of frost
Where every lover goes to lie

Look what these kills have cost
Stacked up like mountains in the sky

What led you here to cross?
Who turned around and turned you out?

Above your heart
A thousand crazy cardinals
A billion stars about to crash

Along these muddy banks
The bodies stink of love and slaughter
Tangled up in rushes from the past

So show us what
You’re really made of
And torch this fucking forest into ash

The Last Biscotti

The Last Biscotti

Greg Beemster- vocals
Thymme Jones- drums, trumpet, keys, b-vox
Jeff Libersher- guitar, bass, keys, endvox
Sophia Uddin- viper bombs

Mastered by Todd Rittmann

Have the last biscotti
All you can eat
It’s the summa cum laude
Of defeat
A death so sweet
Never sees the forest
Or the trees
When the last limp body
Falls to its knees
In the dream

Have some la di da di
Down by the sea
See the sites nobody
Else can see
And soon you’ll be
A disease that flowers
Never free
To eat biscotti
Drowned in the dream
By the sea

It takes a vast imagination
On the high seas

Have a laugh with Lottie
All you can drink
And become polluted
With the stink
Of life’s mystique
And you’ll be delivered
From the fear
Of the last biscotti 
Bound to the dream
By the sea

5/24/05. Cat In The Cream

5/24/05. Cat In The Cream. Oberlin, OH.

An uncomfortable dialogue, b-fly, desert song.
I guess there’s some sort of unwritten law of
the universe that goes, “if there’s a grand piano
at the venue, don’t expect to see the person playing it.”

Todd Rittmann- guitar
Andrea Faught- trumpet, b-vox, melodica
Alex Perkolup- bass
Jeff Libersher- guitar, near-trumpet, b-vox
Eorl Scholl- drums
Thymme Jones- drums, piano, vocals