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MUSIC

The debut EP, Birth Museum, is available now! It  uses a loop based method of playing and recording, and features guest musicians from all over the world. It was recorded between April and July 2021. All songs, music and lyrics, were written by Paul Erlandson

The EP was mixed by Michael James, and mastered by Heba Kadry

Available on Apple Music, Spotify, Amazon Music, Tidal, Bandcamp, SoundCloud, YouTube, etc. 

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BIRTH MUSEUM

song by song

SIDEWALK STRANGERS

"Dressed so fine, for our Grand Decline"

Paul Erlandson: Guitars, eBow guitar, slide guitar, synth, bass, organ, BKG vocals, 

Emma Paul: Vocals:

Danyal Ince: Drum loops, percussion

Lyrics:

Staring through security glass

The morning’s news hangs like a swinging noose

Downtown coffee tastes like soil that’s blessed

I pay the bill and start my visionless quest

 

 A shipwrecked sailor with a 1000 yard stare

The most serious man alive   

Hawking passes “hey please take one"

A show the Times describes as “fun”

 

The humility of legal work

It was imprinted on his forehead

Under the shadows of the cannibal banks

Every single tourist shrugged no thanks

 

In a shop by Hock and Hound

That smelled like college debt and soft cheese

The anorexic dude with dreads

Looked like he wore his beads to bed

 

There’s a cello in his personal space

and his coursework for an MBA

He knows everything bout Reds from France

And what pairs with curried eggplant

 

Sidewalk Strangers

Not yet famous

Dressed so fine

For our grand decline

 

Sidewalk Angels

Not yet famous

So elegant

for our steep descent

 

She’s the wearer of a feathered shawl

Squatting in a filthy store front

Cutting fat from slivered brisket

To give her puppy all the best bits

 

Further down on Pershing square

Blares the holy strains of disco

Families all dressed down for the beach

Are ice skating under record heat

 

At the nation’s final bookstore

Snores an Alan Ginsberg look alike

Is he homeless? ask the part time clerks

Or a professor of the sacred works?

 

Sidewalk Strangers

Not yet famous

Dressed so fine

For our grand decline

 

Sidewalk Angels

Not yet famous

So elegant

for our steep descent

THE PARASITE WAS QUIET

"The infection of silent consent"

 

Paul Erlandson: Guitars, eBow guitar, keys, bass, BKG vocals, filter percussion

Dom Sky: Vocals

Adam Hayman: Guitar

Dakota Holden: Pedal Steel

Danyal Ince: Drums and percussion

 

Lyrics:

My guitarist once worked with an Andy

Who was transitioning into a  Nancy

And my friends all called her “it”

I just sat there, 

And didn’t say shit

 

To be quiet was to fit

 

school was so very homogenous

just one black student among all of us

“spear chucker” somebody spit

I just stood there

And didn’t say shit


 

The silence sprouted wings as it was birthed

Floated to the refuge of fertile earth

Waiting for the moment to seep

under bolted doorways where children sleep

 

Oh, the parasite was quiet

 

This girl up the street was shy and slight

My dealer would harass her on his terrible bike

Her fear was so clear, you couldn’t miss it

And I saw 

But I didn’t say shit

 

To be quiet was to fit

 

This busboy had escaped from some dark scene

And had a wholly different concept of hygiene  

We secretly named him Armpit

I think he knew

But he didn’t say shit

 

The silence sprouted wings as it was birthed

Floated to the refuge of fertile earth

Waiting for its moment to seep

under bolted doorways where children sleep

 

Oh the parasite was quiet

 

She’s Squirming in a crib at midnight

A mobile spins in the moonlight

different characters locked in a loop

Never getting closer, or further

 

But she’s  hungry 

And awake 

and there’s no such thing as too late

So she cries out loud for a response from the  world 

And it works, the world comes running to the girl

She has a noisy changing voice,

She has a noisy changing voice…

YOUR WISHING GLASS

"Just watch me"

Paul Erlandson: Drill Cymbal, Bowed Guitar, Space guitar, Tapped Guitar, Bass, Fretless Bass, Theremin, Percussion, Synths

Melanie Keller: Vocals

Lyrics:

Hello face

Held in space

Lights design me as young

 

In the glare

Lines are bare

Chart of years roughly spun

 

Rigid hands

Rubber bands

Thicken under the skin

 

Smile and hold

Icy Cold

Thirsty bold mannequin

 

Photo of my life

Follow me

Swallow me

 

Perfect photo life

Follow me

Swallow me

 

I’m always pretty through your mending glass

I’m never dirty through your cleansing glass

I’ve been what’s missing through your wishing glass

 

Wash me with your likes

Just watch me…

ABERDEEN

"Love is just time, that you give another"

Paul Erlandson: Guitars, keys, bass, BKG Vox, eBow Gits

Casey Dayan: Vocals

Danyal Ince: Drums and percussion

 

Lyrics: 

Time isn’t free

The attendant was remarking

When i paid 18 dollars

For two hours parking

I drove home slow

Since I knew you’d work late

I had no where to rush to

Nomadic on the interstate

I had no one to rush to

Just a mostly empty plate

 

Time isn’t free

Those words returned to me

It seems to apply right now

To expensive hours for you and me

Love isn’t free

But maybe I repeat myself

Since love is just time

That we give another, and not much else

 

I’m Imagining

A point upstream

Where time is cheap,

and the yard once overgrown

now holds the skin and bones

of live dreams

 

We’d open up a space

Where the world just doesn’t spin

Forwards or backwards

it suspends

There’s a bench, a lantern,

A palm, our adopted bird

It’d be perfectly fine

To not say a single word

In this frame

All the pressures dissolved

We’d play games

With no victory involved

I’ll say to you:

I really thought I lost you to your work

The way that it consumed you

I really thought I lost you to your work

Aberdeen

Aberdeen

 

The average human gets

672 million breaths

We count them down like penny mints

(Average man

human breaths

counting down)

 

What’s the balance I have left

and could I burn them up the best

with Guitars and gin and long nights of experiments

(Average man

counting breaths

penny mints)

Or else on this jelly bean couch, waiting

for your headlights on the door

and the same questions as the day before

Did you get fired today?

IT'S VERY TRICKY TO HOLD A BIRD

"With the pecking and whatnot"

Paul Erlandson: Percussion, Keys, Guitars, Bass, Bowed Guitar, Bowed Cymbal, eBow Guitar

A COUCH ADRIFT

"Big room, little face, paisley sofa."

Paul Erlandson: Keys, Piano, Bass

Vocals: Mindsong

Grand Piano: Salpier

French Horn: Fabian van de Geest

Flute: Dan Fritz

 

Lyrics:

The family room

lights fresh off

blinking youngest brother

 

His makeshift bed

blue paisley couch

a raft unmoored from mother

 

They’re out of rooms

There’s no more beds

He just plays dead

in the gloom

To be forgotten dreaming

 

The floor beneath

is hard and cold

There’s carpet for his brothers

 

A Paisley couch

His ocean craft

Drifting away from mother

 

Why are we dressed

In sunday best

On saturday

Can someone say

Did no one tell you, no one?

 

The housebound guest

Has gone to rest

The mother of your father

 

But you can stay

and drift away

On hungry silent water

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