A Cautionary Tale

I wanted "A Cautionary Tale" to be "all the way on" from start to finish with a slight pause at the break. I think we did a pretty good job of achieving that here -- on this recording -- though I will admit that tying to sing like Joey Shithead from DOA after 20 years of not doing it was an incredible interesting and frustrating experience. I also wanted the performance to allude to the early 70's guitar vrs. singer juke, jab and swagger, and I think the trailing end of the refrain comes pretty close to nailing the anarchic Richard's / Jagger vibe of late period Watching Alice, which is probably a cautionary tale, all by itself.


Play loud.


The Electric Heathens -- Cautionary Tale by COEH

So Connected

The Electric Heathens -- We're $0 Connected by COEH

The Dead + Official Music Video

I wrote the original words for "The Dead" a few years back, near the beginning of the current "financial crisis." On the surface it is about a horde of self-determined "zombies" who march on this world and a billion others just like it, before storming "Heaven," and seizing control over "the machine" our multi-verse "runs" on. The idea of zombies as symbolic of rapacious consumer isn't really a new thing. Rather it is a distillation of more than 30 years of Bowie, Burroughs, Dick and others, who inspire these kind of warped "what if?" scenarios in my primitive imagination.

Had I possessed the ability -- or stamina -- to "do the video" myself, I would have probably tried to incorporate a lot of bullshit symbolism in its imagery. Instead, a good friend of the Church has volunteered this -- his first ever animation short (over 200 hours in the making!) -- to the cause of Entertainment Hedonism, and for the advancement of electric dissent, everywhere.

Think of this song + video as a manifesto for a related half-world, where zombies roam in search of brains (or cash?) and compute firing solutions for interdimensional  missiles in their downtime. It's a twist on an old friend, with apologies to Romero, and Brooks, et al.

Extra big piles of love to Steve Johnson @ smokin' kettle, for his hard work here. Bonus points to anyone who can find all 27 Easter Eggs.

Muscle Memory Featuring Robin Nivans

"Muscle Memory" is a duet from the future of your love life, beyond the singularity. Two androids rationalize a break-up that lasts centuries. 


Plus, it's got Robin Nivans on alternating lead vocals, and that's always a  good thing.

The Electric Heathens -- Muscle Memory by COEH

I Know, Right?

IKR is a song inspired by my 13 year old daughter, Karianna. I make no claims as to an actual understanding of Karianna and her friends -- that would be insulting. But it wasn't too long ago that I was 13 years old, and though I can't walk around in her shoes for her, I certainly do care what she's going through.

IKR (Skot Pollok / Chance Derek Gregory)


I like to know just what you are
Not that I care what you're going through
I like to think that the distance between us is there
For a pretty good reason....


But what you don't understand is that "everything" is
part of the plan -- and you can
either let go -- and drop down out of the flow -- or you can
Grab on with both hands and -- start squeezing


I like to think there's a greater good than
the One that we keep in our -- pockets
I like to know that there's a reason we fight
and it doesn't really matter -- what you call it
Your secret schools are all just -- "mystery meat"
There all -- grist for the grill that I'm smokin' on
Your precious secrets don't mean nothing to me
They're just -- tender for the fires -- that I'm stokin' on


But what you don't understand
is that -- every little thing is only -- part -- of the plan
And you can either step in to a suicide booth or
you can -- grab on with both hands -- and stop teasin'


I Know, Right?
I said you know I know you know I know right


I like to know just what you are
Not that I care what you're going through
I like to think that the distance between us is
Relative to Time and Dimension


But what you don't understand is
that -- everything you dream Is also -- part of the plan
and you can -- either come clean -- and get reborn in a dream
Or take a bubble-bath and stop all yer screamin'


I Know, Right?
I said you know I know you know I know right

IKR by COEH

Five Tons of Flax

Five Tons of Flax was written in August of 2011 by Skot Pollok and Chance Derek Gregory. It is part of a song cycle based on the short story, A/B Aeterno by Chance, and also an ode to MMO-gaming, ala -- "The Secret World."

Saturine Jesus forgot to wipe the juice off his boots. And so I went into it, and the sky was like a blanket. Where are we? In the waiting room, of course. Hyperspace as a mental state, broadcasting the carrier wave of the universal O-wen, which converges in 4D space creating monuments to our template reality. It’s all bullshit, of course. But it’s also more then bullshit. It’s foundational to our experience of existence. Like an architects plan, it marks the boundary between what we know as “real” and what lies beyond the door. It is the landscape of insanity, and the blueprint for all future hells.

The song can be found here, on our SOUNDCLOUD page.


FIVE TONS OF FLAX
Skot Pollok / Chance Derek Gregory
The Electric Heathens


Every thirty one hundred and twenty five years or so
The Bozo Brigade and their whores all have a go
At running the whole damn thing in the dirt
To see how far down it can go
….And then they trade it all in on the backs of
A billion lost souls


Now – This is a SHOUT OUT to all of my friends in the Mesh
From Aji Gabbaro to Denny Koresh – and the rest
Too stubborn to quit and – too dumb to learn
We stare at the fire while the whole world burns


For FIVE – TONS OF FLAX we can trade it all in
On the last big bang 'fore the clocks
Go to zero – again


RISE RISE
Lift your eyes to the skies
And cash in your chips while the whole world dies
Tonight


Now its thirty one hundred and twenty five years down the HOLE
and the Bozo Brigade and their whores are still runnin' the show
They're DRIVIN' the whole damn thing off the tracks
To see how far down – it can go go go
….Before they trade it back in on the backs of a billion NEW souls


Now this is a SHOUT OUT to all of my friends in the Mesh
and every Bio-Morph Skin job who never sold out to the ‘PLEX
To all the Infonaut soldiers with – cold mirror stares
Who never bow down and DON’T say their prayers
We don't say our prayers


RISE RISE
Raise your eyes to the simulated skies
And GRIND for more E-X-P while the universe dies


RISE RISE
Strap your shells to a Paradox Drive
And Aim for the next BIG BANG while the universe dies


--For five tons of Flax--
--We’re gonna take it all back--
It’s thirty one hundred and twenty five years
For billions in bodies and trillions in tears
For five tons of Flax -- but don’t take it too far
And remember to aim for the prettiest star
--We want the prettiest star--
--We want the prettiest star--


RISE RISE
Raise your eyes to the simulated skies
And – play in the sun – while the universe dies

The Electric Heathens -- Five Tons of Flax by COEH