Tributaries is the 4th release by Sound ƒuries, a dubble
album so in a sense also our 5th, rather ambitious under-
taking considering no 1 listens 2 our previous 3 except us... further proof that we make records only 4 ourselves + our
love of music (+ each other) > 2 coincide w/ our 25th anniversary
(as a couple) Tributaries has 25 streams, each 1
a tribute 2 a river > we were out of the country so couldn't
put
it on vinyl but u can get it on Bandcamp, Spotify, SoundCloud, YouTube, etc. or stream it b-low w/ lyrics
+
links 2 accompanying liner notes
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down at the river’s edge
we cut our veins + bled
our blood turned from blue to red
we’re singing so we’re still not dead
a silver river runs thru our veins
the silver lining comes w/ rain
a sliver of hope, w/ each sunset
for that 1 day we’d say we met
we came of age in the ’80s
when no 1 cared the world was engulfed in flames
after the murmuring rumors
were divined from the sky
we walked to Silver Springs
to get a microphone + strings
we followed rock creek down
to the haunting drowning of sound
the silver plate inscribed w/ 25
w/ space enough for more if we dare or care
forged from the gold-leaf fountain of youth
from the vessel we’ll sip gin + vermouth
+ take 50 more river trips
dancing to the apocalypse
the stream we never crossed as kids
kissed us on the lips
in 1996
we crossed the river Styx
together in double sewerside
merrily we glide
as long as it is wide
may as well enjoy the ride
the silver plate inscribed w/ 25
w/ space enough for more if we dare or care
the only state
that starts w/ The
unless u count
The Bronx
that banks the river
for which it's named
that cuts the flow
of neighbor's trade
out here in the fields
we farm our meals
we need to fight
for water rites
every 1 needs
to make ends meet
on holiday
can we reach the beach?
break bread, eat meat, smoke bud?
it takes 2, to keep a zoo, survive the flood
no single song, can prove us wrong
like climbing a ladder w/ only 1 rung
we need to access the flow to see the whole
until humun rights are guaranteed for all
for which it stands, no ifs, buts or ands
a river indivisible, from surrounding land
the only state
that starts w/ The
unless u count
The Bronx
that banks the river
for which it's named
that cuts the flow
of neighbor's trade
severs the land from dadastream + brain
missed connections propagate down the drain
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slipstream
the mean is somewhere in between
island + lake, or inland sea
between wake + sleep
in the backseat
meter ticking down
in the taxi
en route to see
what's already been seen
by a billion eyes
each time defiles
to detourrmine the change
the delta spans the range
nothing to lose
nothing to gain
river runs regardless of us
always did + always will
be that as it may
stick in your feet
never same river twice
the coolness seeps
melting your bones
we belong to her
not her to us
quicksand
the land salted in dead pan
rolled into a hole
in the ozone layer
not enough soil
to backfill lost air
rivers run regardless of us
always did + always will
where no 1 is native but every 1 belongs
u can forget your name + do no wrong
as long as the jungle don't eat u alive
eat or be eaten, ain't enough to survive
all the people who couldn't fly, they died
it's laugh or cry but at least we died
trying to make it in the backseat of an apple-green taxi
P.S. Jumping from the C is practice for the GWB
or OD'ing on Drano on the G to Queens
but where do all the trains + drains go?
At least 20 people died spanning the East
from falling off or divers' disease
+ don't forget the 1,021 on PS General Slocum
where P is for paddle not an art show at PS1
the same troubled waters of S + G
despite feelin' groovy on 59th street
to make ends meet u contract the bends
the show was over before it began
u were 6
i was 1
1 in 3.8 billion
when i was 5 + u were 10
living in oblivion
we'd never met but i loved u then
when magma seethed beneath the skin
when i was 9 St Helens blew
our eyes met on the mushrooming plume
u looked north, i looked south
the world stood w/ gaping mouths
in awe at how all in a sudden nothing couldn't mean a thing
we watched in awe from suburban sprawl
of cul-de-sacs + manicured lawns
unaware of the graves beneath
the sewers seething to the brink
before emulsion grain could render a scene
they blazed a trail to the sea
the world had scarcely reached 1 billion
every humun living in oblivion
of how they looked like an ant death spiral from 30,000 feet
the promise of passage lured them west
our destiny was manifest
in musket, ax + bayonet
we loved u then tho we hadn't met
the river Sandy w/ pumice of Hood
along Natchez trace afterword
Merriweather took his life
+ the bird woman was taken as wife
+ William adopted her newborn child + son before she died
i loved u then before we were born
who would of known we'd end up in Rome
Tierra del Fuego or Timbuktu
Tokyo or Katmandu
if they hadn't searched for passage to sea
would we be here in armchairs reading magazines?
reminding us how the weather-vane could change
danger's the risk + lure all the same
knowing in a heartbeat all this could end
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how can 1 see this river
w/ all this water in the way?
asks the desert rat
on seeing the Rhine
for the very 1st time
back home our rivers flow only when it rains
+ when it rains it pours
ya ta hey, all these leaves are in the way
how can 1 see the sky thru all these trees?
the weight of the air is clogging our pores
it's no wonder we can breathe any more
this gestalten shrink
can't explain what's left of kitchen sink
on seeing the Seine
we can't exchange our currentsea to spend
we can't explain all the water that came before
+ to all what end
back home our rivers flow only when it rains
+ when it rains it pours
ya ta hey, all this dirt's in the way
how will the clouds ever get back to sea?
there's nothing on top but a bucket + a mop
+ the ceilings drop + popcorn pops from trees
more than part of the sum
the Salt gets fed from Gila Bend
more than sum of the parts
the wash will never meet its end
shots fire out
from a fast-moving train
the methods are yellow
the motives insane
the rails burn, turning red
Tibetan or Egyptian,
bring it back to the dead
a blue note is struck
from a red-gestured key
cop a hit, a feel, some booze
Lou felt the velvet in the wild west caboose
a court jester dances to distract the king
off w/ their heads, the fat lady sings
forms the figurehead tomb
to divine the womb
consult the ruins
a pyramid scheme
knuckles not digits
to the 12th degree
thru the Suez it sails
derailed by the tides
debased the hour
+ the concept of time
stuck in de-Nile
flatten nickels to dimes
Exene nods Minutemen but not 45 Grave
the # of grooves in the vinyl DK
Tibetan or Egyptian, bring it back from the dead
dig till the fat lady sings off w/ your head
into the arms of De Milo
fell Television's Verlaine
does it matter who carved her?
if she's feeling no pain
where goats lick dams
+ streams are streets
skips the salty core
an age-old adage for levee foil
an arhythmic fluttering, 5 evil eels
plunged in hands too numb to feel
the olive branch, bifurcates
the electric turbine regenerates
in overflow, the circuits trip
a blip in the system, passed thru noise gates
the levees contain, spontaneous bursts
aderall'd water to quench your thirst
cascades passed for currency
the spectacle of avenues
paraded into parodies of themselves
in dadastreams, typeface reigns
painted ponies, pantomined feigns
an illustrated book of birds
the real deal captured in words
the hypocrisy of hippodrome
glitchy video grabbed as your own
cascades passed for currentsea
the spectacle of avenues
paraded into parodies of themselves
rivers begin where they end
if 1 considers rain + jet stream winds
look deeper into grainy sands
the sublimation from the wind-swept lands
ever reaches sea
if u count the sea of Galilee
every night we sleep in the riverbed
the Dead sea is 1000 feet from dead
we’ve shared this bed for ½ our lives
the other ½ we slave 9 to 5
the next 360 starts at 0 degrees
in the nexus ‘tween land + sky + sea
the scrolls are rolled + cloned into our bones
the text embedded in motherboards + phones
who needs vows when the water is crystal clear
just stick your tongue into my ear
just stick your tongue into my ear (x2)
we heard the Okavango never reaches a sea
nor does Colorado cuz of man-made greed
dead as a nude corpse floating prone downstream
supine on a bed of pine needles is more our speed
who needs vows when the water is crystal clear
just stick your tongue into my ear
innercoastal waterways reach
from Spuyten Duyvil to Savu Sea
from toilet's flush to nasoni sips
the Roman baths connect languid lips
ain't no dog gonna pee in no well
chasing zebras thru the gates of hell
in your PJs, u wade in the water
unlike HR, u ain't from here
ermine furs adorn severed arms
the Avon lady sells bodily harm
the green line underground was last to be built
their river polluted to the hilt
tainted trains, a restaurant dearth
a humun stain on the face of the earth
oil spills, roots cracking the concrete
where bald eagles can't make ends meat
the land accosts us
the banks rob us
the taps deplete the clouds release
damned if u do
damned if u don't
the dams complete the damned quandary
el mismo me incanto rolls right off the tongue
enchanted by prospects of starting over again
every 1 they meet, a 2nd chance
to quit the sad mound of France
mistaking women for land
the pubis ain't public
trees ain't for tires
milking the saps u say u admire
publish your diaries
when u get home
invest the royalties in gold
roll the dice again
grizzly gummi bear men
rubber's a medium like watercolors or film anche questa canzone w/ Herzog at the helm
isthmus or taint, steel-belts or skin
measured in miles or by inch
deep as Mariana's trench
a trojan horse worms inside
a no U-turn sign u deride
in the name of art
derail the train
re-enact the rape all the same
justice will never be served
if 1 lives by the word
what are words to the dying dads
as they struggle on their beds of death
all the birds come spilling out
in the stale heave of their last breath
symbols used to simplify
information growing out of control
a spring sprouting from a barren plain
emanating from a deep dark hole
for every book needs another 1
to unlearn what u just read
read it only to realize
all we need to do is just forget
let the bee sting when u knew it wd hurt
u din’t listen to what u were told
the pain in your thumb from that warm spring day
will be w/ u til u are old
laminar flow
to lunar seas
marred by rows
comparative ease
in English a river's named for its edge
from the French Riviera down in a wedge
where our words come from
unless u count the Venus of Willendorf
faceless cuz we couldn't see our self
an effigy of all who came before
held in the palm of our hand
augured in the murmuring clouds of birds
the Romans named it for the fluxing plume
mountains of pottery + bones left to exhume
don't forget to wash behind your ears
all the fears + tears
down the drain
into the sewer
side by side
ride Rem + Rom
left for dead
only to rise
again + again
there's tribes that have never seen the outside world
for whom Tiber is just a word
the lessons learned amount to a hill of beings
unless we become 1 w/ the stream (x2)
